Hiya! I have 32 reviews now, and I'm really excited! Thank you so much everyone! Anyways, I hope this chapter is as good as Chapter 7, because I got a lot of good feedback on that one. Also, I wanted to apologize for the chapter wit Dapherseed in it, because I know a few of you don't ship it. Believe it or not, I don't ship them either, but I wrote it for the people who do. So bear with it, please! I'm not sure if I'll have them appear again, but if they do, sorry! Thanks again!
~Oliviaaaaa
*Sabrina's POV*
Even though I loved Puck, no matter what, that didn't mean that I would forgive him. We may not even get back together. Every time I looked at him, I remembered what he did to me.
Bradley came into the darkness, bringing light from outside with him when he opened the door. He greeted Puck and I with a snarky grin on his face. I snarled and Puck growled. I resisted the urge to face him. I didn't want to speak to him at the moment.
My stab wound must have been doctored when I was out, because I sure didn't remember getting taken care of in this whole time. Bradley came closer to me, while Puck shouted profanities at him, and he must have caught me staring at my injury, so he said "Couldn't have you bleeding out, could we? I need you alive for what I'm gonna do to you." I gasped in disgust in fear. I knew what he meant. But, he continued, unfazed.
"Robin, on the other hand..." Bradley gestured at Puck's furious face with his thumb "I have no need for him...except... You know what? He can watch. It'll be more interesting, don't you think?"
"Why, Bradley?!" I knew he was a stranger, and could possibly be dangerous, but never in my wildest dreams had I imagined this! And, how had he found Puck! He must have found me on the streets on purpose! Puck stopped his rant about how he was gonna rescue me and rip out Bradley's throat and feed it to Kraven Deceiver (yes, he still had that) to question me.
"Wait you know him?! How?! He escaped from the maximum-security prison in the kingdom like 4 months ago!" Why was I not surprised.
"We were kinda...uh...ummmm"
Bradley interjected.
"We were dating!"
Puck's eyes widened and he thrashed wildly. "You did WHAT?!" he sounded like my father.
I stared at the ground, ashamed. I knew that Puck was very wrong for what he did to me, but my reaction was wrong too. Making out with some random stranger?! That's like, on the list of things that I, Sabrina Grimm, does not do. Maybe some wimpy little sissy girl, but not me. Except, I did, and I tried to avoid making eye contact with Puck, and whispered.
"It's true."
I could tell that Puck was gonna go off on me, but then he closed his mouth. What he did was worse. Much worse. At least, in my eyes.
"But only for like, a day!" Like that made it any better. Puck scowled and glared at the cold, stone floor.
What happened next shouldn't have been that surprising, considering that we were talking about Bradley, the crazed rapist, here, but it shocked me. Actually, it probably disgusted me more than surprised me. With great flourish, Bradley leaned down, roughly grabbed my face and hair in his hands, breathed in my face, and kissed me. Shoving his tongue into my mouth, my legs flailed and tried to kick him away, but he kneeled on both of my thighs, leaving me helpless...except ... While Puck made threats to Bradley (which I assumed they were...it was mainly unintelligible screaming), I bit Bradley's tongue. Hard.
He pulled away, cursing, and I took this chance to throw him off balance. I bucked under his weight, and it was just enough to send him tumbling to the ground in a fit of fury and pain. With one hand over his mouth, I could see a drop of blood dribble down his chin. I spit on the ground in disgust, and before I could join Puck in yelling at Bradley, a touching but quite violent thing came out of his (Puck's) mouth.
"How DARE you kiss my girlfriend?! I spent the past like 10 years of MY LIFE protecting and LOVING this girl and all you ever did was try to RUIN us like the scum you are!"
Wait, he loved me the whole time? Like, even when I meant him? That's...cute! But I was still furious with him. Well, not as much as I was furious with Bradley, but still pretty mad. I stopped the flow of thoughts that took over my mind to keep listening to what Puck was saying.
"It's not even my fault that YOUR life decisions led YOU to go around, abusing whoever you please! You're the one who got yourself where you are now! NOT me! Take it out on me, but let Sabrina go! Please!" Was Puck...crying?!
"Puck! Why don't you just turn into a rhino or something and bust us out of here?!" It baffled me that Puck was pleading with Bradley. We should've escaped a long time ago!
Bradley rose. Despite the blood that was still dripping out of his mouth, Bradley wiped his chin and laughed, giving no explanation on why Puck was seemingly powerless against his fate.
"Faerie-proof. It's magical rope" Puck halfheartedly strained against the twine keeping him where he was. "I can't morph. I can't even pull out my wings. Basically, I'm a regular human being as long as I'm trapped in here."
I grumbled, more angry than I was afraid now. "Perfect. Juuuuust perfect."
"I'm sorry, Sabrina." Bradley was still laughing manically in the background. I wanted to kick myself for being so stupid and falling into his trap.
"Puck, this is not the time!"
"No, listen. I'm sorry. I don't think we're getting out of here. Please, just listen."
I nodded, suddenly overtaken with emotion and the realization that Puck may be right. We probably weren't getting out of here.
"Sabrina, I love you with all my heart. Always have, always will. What I did was wrong. I went to the bar with some friends, got drunk, and somehow ended up in a hotel in Maryland with a girl in the bed next to me. I ditched her before she woke up, and was found by Marshmallow and Mustardseed, crying on a beach. Yes, crying. The Trickster King actually does cry sometimes. Then there were some minor things. Storm, saved some drowning kids, yada yada yada. Some time before that, I called you, but you hung up on me. You had the right to do so, because everything was my fault. I told your sister and my brother what happened. Marshmallow beat me up pretty good." Puck gave a light chuckle, than winced. Bradley must have dipped his knife in poison, like he probably did to me. I tried not to show any emotion, but thought "Good ol' Daphne." Puck continued.
"Then I flew north, or what I assumed was north, trying to find New York. Trying to find you. I was gonna come back to you Sabrina, I swear! I was gonna come back and apologize and tell you everything, just like I'm doing now! But when I touched down in a small, empty park to rest, Bradley recognized me from four months ago from when I threw him in jail for his crimes, and stabbed me with a knife dipped in poison." So I was right. I shuddered, thinking about how Bradley planned this all out.
"Then," Puck said, with his voice shaking. "I woke up here. And then you woke up. And then all this happened. Sabrina, I am sorry. I'm sorry I broke your trust. I'm sorry I cheated on you. But most of all, I am sorry that I couldn't protect you. Sabrina, I love you."
"Puck, I-"
I was gonna say that I loved him too, but I guess Bradley had heard enough, so he walked up to puck, and swiftly kicked him in the ribs. Puck groaned in pain and doubled over, wheezing. Bradley kicked again, I heard the sickening crack of a broken rib. I screamed.
"NO! STOP! LET PUCK GO! IT'S ME YOU WANT, ISN'T IT?!
Bradley stopped kicking Puck momentarily. "What are you gonna do, Blondie?" He motioned to kick Puck again.
"WAIT! WAIT!" I regained my composure and tried my best to look sly. "You want me alive, don't you?" I shifted my body a little bit so I could feel around in my back pocket. Found it. Bradley looked confused.
"Uhh...yeah. you'd be pretty much useless if you were dead..." He squinted at me, trying to find out what I had up my sleeve.
"Sabrina..." Puck shot me a warning look. Despite the kicks, he was still conscious. I ignored him, and whipped out my Swiss Army Knife from my pocket. Stupid Bradley hadn't searched us before he tied us up. I pointed the end of the knife at my throat. It wasn't long or particularly harp, but it would do the job if need be.
"If you let Puck go with no further harm, I will give you this knife. And if you don't, well..." I made a slitting motion in the air in front of my neck to give Bradley the idea.
"Sabrina, NO! What are you doing?!" Puck panicked. I winked at him when Bradley wasn't looking, letting him in on my plan. He seemed to understand, because he nodded ever so slightly. He kept up the dramatics to play along.
"Please, Sabrina, don't do this! We'll make it out of here, I promise!"
"No, Puck, you said it yourself. It is the only way to free you."
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"Puck, I love you."
Bradley broke up our little Shakespearean play (which Puck happened to be quite good at. After all, Shakespeare himself turned his real life into a play, hundreds of years ago.) by shouting. "WAIT!" I smirked.
"Don't. I'll let him go, okay, just chill." He went to work untying the literal dozens of knots that held Puck captive. "You'll pay for this, you know," muttered Bradley. Puck and I shared a knowing look. No, I won't. Bradley's newly found task would give me enough time to saw through the ropes and free me, and then I would sit here until Puck was free, and we would fight Bradley together, and then we would escape! No problem-o!
Suddenly, and explosion from somewhere outside rocked the room. Stone from the ceiling came down around u.
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