"Why do you want to leave so badly?" puck asked, I could tell he was deeply worried. But that's not like him, why does he care so much? "Why do you care?" I asked, rather harsh I must add. He didn't answer, just looked away towards the ocean. I looked too; it was very calm today. Not like other days, once I came in and the waves where about 20 feet tall—no joke. "Do you not want me to leave?" I asked a lot less harsh. He turned to face me, "that should be obvious to you," he said in an almost plea. "Well then you should say something."
That's logical, right? When you don't want someone to go you tell them that, right?! But why doesn't he then, cant he man up enough and just come out with it! Apparently not.
"Please stay,"
What? He didn't really just say that did he? "What did you just say?" I asked to make sure I heard him right. "Sabrina, I don't want you to leave," his hands where clamped together tight and a bead of sweat fell from his forehead. This was obviously very hard for him to even mention.
"I need to," I whispered almost to myself, placing a soft warm hand over his clammy ones. He seemed to calm a bit at my touch, I smiled inside knowing that. "Why?" he hissed. "I need to get away from here, okay?! I want to start a life, I want to get an actual job, get a house to my self," I hesitated before continuing, "get married, have kids, grow old, die." Puck winced at the last part. He's been dedicated to keeping me and my sister alive—even though he caused most of them—he has gotten us out of some pretty sticky situations. "You can do all that here." He muttered harshly.
I gave him a look—which he didn't see. It sounded almost as if…. No he wasn't implying that. Was he?
"What do you mean?" I asked. To my surprise, Puck sighed heavily—as if to prepare for something. I held my breath, he isn't. "What I mean is… Sabrina," he started, "You—" but suddenly the door burst open loudly and someone screamed both Puck and I's name; he never got to finish before I stood up and screamed there name back.
"Come on we better go, you can tell me later, okay?" I said in a chipper voice holding out a hand for him to take. Totally ignoring the hand he stood up by himself and walked past me muttering something along the lines of: "if I ever get the chance." But I wasn't sure because out names were screamed again.
It turned out to be Red; her and Granny where back with some news. Spending 15 years with us has really given us a chance to see Red's true colors. In one way she was a lot like Daphne with energy to spare, in other ways she was calm and wise like Granny Relda, that's probably why she hangs out with the old lady so much.
I can't believe I almost told Sabrina, god I must have sounded like such a prat. I thought angrily to my self walked past Red and into the hallway. To busy thinking and Storming down the hall and down the stairs at the same time I almost ran into the old lady who was inconveniently parked right in front of the stairs. "Ahh Puck, be a dear and push me into the kitchen would you? Its time to start dinner." The old lady told me in her normally happy voice. My depressed mood didn't even seem to dent her chipper-ness, which was weird, because she had a supernatural power to detect when someone was less than happy.
Sighing I reeled the Relda into the kitchen where she began to take things from the fridge and arrange them on the counter, I leaned against the counter opposite and watched her slice and dice and prepare what looked like a green chicken. "So," Relda started breaking the silence. "Tell me what happened,"
Like I said: supernatural powers.
"Nothing," I said studying the suddenly interesting floor. The old lady just shrugged her shoulders. "If you say so,"
"Its Sabrina," I interjected, how dose she do that?!?!? "What about her?"
"She's leaving," I know I probably shouldn't have told her, but this lady is good. The old lady stopped stuffing the green looking chicken and turned to look at something in the door way. At first I thought maybe she was going blind to because I was no where near the door way, but then I leaned over and saw who she was looking at, it was Daphne, and she had heard every thing. "Oh marshmallow, you weren't supposed to hear that." I said suddenly as if that would make her forget. "But I did anyway, didn't I?" she snapped backing out of the door way and into the hallway. "Daphne." Relda said sternly. Daphne turned to her grandmother before shaking her head and ran off up the stairs.
"So she is really leaving?" Relda asked watching Daphne run off.
"Yeah,"
I was up stairs packing a few things into my suitcase when I heard someone running up stairs. "Puck?" I called out but the one who appeared in the door way was the one person I least expected,
"Red, what are you doing here?" I asked, she walked in and sat on Daphne's bed. "So you really are leaving," she said confirming her suspicions. I nodded my head and shoved my favorite pair of jeans into the luggage. "Will you ever come back?"
I sighed and she whimpered, as if she knew what I was to say. "Probably not to stay, but yes—I'll be back." The young girl seamed to brighten up a little. And again, suddenly I heard someone running up the stairs. I looked up and puck walked in through the door way, I tried my best to put on a convincing smile for him, but the face he made when he saw my suitcase—I couldn't bring myself to do it. "Sabrina, the old lady has something to tell you concerning the new case." It wasn't something I expected to say, but I guess I didn't deserve anything good, in retrospect, I was in a way: abandoning them. But I couldn't start feeling bad. I was going threw with my plan and that was that. "Alright, I'll be right there," I told him, he nodded, gave me one last pleading look, and ran off down the stairs.
I threw a few more toiletries into my bag before following puck, Red was close behind. When I reached the kitchen I saw Granny Relda was cooking dinner. "Did you request me?" I teased only to have her turn around with a disappointed look on her face. "Sabrina, I need to know, are you really planning on leaving?" puck…. He tricked me; I was going to have to beat his butt later. I sighed and sat down at the table, "yes, I was planning on leaving tonight." Granny Relda sighed as well, "and your really going threw with it?" I have attempted leaving many times before, but I always chickened out in the end.
"Yes,"
Relda turned away from me and went back to her cooking, "then you better go talk to you sister, she's pretty upset." I winced, puck you traitor, now I really was going to have to kick his ass. I wanted to tell Daphne myself. I thanked Relda for her advice and went to go find Daphne; I didn't exactly know where to look first. All of the young girls normal alone places where gone. For example the hall of wonders and the spare room where there sleeping parents used to lie. There room was one, but she didn't see her in it, so the first place I went was down the hall and to the left. I stood in front of the door and knocked. "Puck?" I asked, he answered the door almost immediately.
"What do you want," he hissed, I gulped. "Um, have you seen Daphne?" he looked at me oddly, "you mean you don't know where she is?" I shook my head, "well I don't know either so I guess your out of luck Grimm." I knew this was the part where he slammed the door in my face so I stuck my foot out a little so the door slammed against it like a stopper. It didn't feel very good, but it did keep the door open.
Fighting back the urge to show the obvious pain, I looked at puck deeply. "Will you help me find her?"
"Why should I?" he asked trying to shut the door. I gasped under my breath, was every one alienating me? "Oh, get over our self." I hissed at him letting go of the door so that I slammed shut, I turned sharply on my heals and was about to storm away when the door behind me opened again and puck caught me wrist.
I turn to him, "no Sabrina, you need to get over yourself," letting go of my wrist he walked ahead of me but stopped when I didn't follow. "Well are you coming or not?" he asked me. He was going to help me look for Sabrina, how typical of him. I nodded my head and slumped after him.
This wasn't going to be fun.