White Horse
A Sisters Grimm Fan Fiction
Chapter 4

Sabrina's POV:
I cuddled into Peter's arms as we laid on the couch watching Scream-one of my favorite horror movies.

"So...Faye said you got some kind of...unexpected visitor yesterday and that's why you skipped the party," He said slowly, adjusting himself slightly so he could look down at me. I sighed. Stupid Faye and her love of honesty and gossip!

"It was nothing," I shrugged, not daring to look up at him. I knew my eyes would betray my words. Because Puck coming back was not nothing. It was everything. It was maddening, realizing he thought he could come and go whenever he pleased-and knowing that he'd broken my heart to save my life. It was heart breaking to know that I could never completely forgive him for what he did to me. It was even a little sad-knowing that everything Puck and I had had was gone now. But, for some off reason, it was happy too. It was a huge relief to know that he wasn't dead-that he wasn't gone. That he hadn't left me forever. And it made me happy to know how much he cared about me. But I couldn't let Peter know that-I couldn't hurt him like I'd been hurt. Even if I really wished he'd just leave-for good-and let me be able to allow myself to fall in love with Puck again. Then again-I was a little relieved for Peter being here, because it stopped me from getting broken again.

"Are you sure?" He frowned. I buried my head into the couch cushion and nodded.

"Hey, Sabrina-where'd every-what are you doing here?" I shot upright as Puck walked into the room, stopping at the doorway and glaring at Peter. I gulped-this hadn't really been considered. Surely, if Puck hated Peter so much...Peter much hate him just as much. Now, two mortal enemies-one who loved me and one who I loved-were in the same room, breathing the same air...and I was the one in the middle.

"I'm her boyfriend,"Peter said, looking at me in confusion, from where he sat straight up on the couch. "The better question is...why are you here?" He turned to face Puck with an angry glare and a hard expression.

"I live here," Puck glared back.

"So that's what Faye meant? What's going on Sabrina?" Peter asked, turning back to me.

"Puck lives here...he-my grandmother lets him stay with us...he's been...uh...well he's been gone for the last couple of years and he just got back yesterday. There's honestly noth-"I stuttered, trying to get it out without letting my biggest secret out.

"What is he doing here? Why didn't you go to the party-because of him? What's going on between you two-and don't lie to me because I know you're different. You're happier and you're...I can't explain it but you seem younger,"Peter went on, glaring at me. I was shocked-he was never angry at me-he never fought with me or yelled at me. And he would never accuse me of anything-he always believed me.

"Don't you dare talk to Sabrina like that!" Puck was suddenly in front of Peter, pulling him to his feet by his shirt collar. "She is not a liar-or a cheater. And I don't appreciate it when people accuse her of things. I don't think you're being very nice to her right now. And I think you should apologize and leave. Don't come back."

"Puck you have-"

"Who are you to tell me what to do? I'm here because Sabrina wants me here! I'm her boyfriend. And what are you?" I didn't like Peter's tone. It was mocking and cruel-the type of tone he'd use with Hook in the movies. It didn't seem like he should use a tone like that with somebody as pure and innocent and bright as Puck-although, looking at him now...he didn't have that innocence anymore. And if I really thought about it, he hadn't had it when he'd returned either. He'd lost it, fighting dragons-to save my life.

"I'm her real boyfriend. You know, the one she loved?"And that was when I came back to life-well, right after Peter punched Puck.

"He's lying, right Sabrina?"

"No...he's right. You should leave and never come back. I'm not sure if you knew this, but I don't really think my boyfriends should go around punching people-especially people who are defending me. Especially when they're defending me from my boyfriend!" I glared at him. "So...I think it's over between us. NOW GET OUT!" I screamed the last sentence, losing my cool, and sprinted to me room, straight into my own bathroom and rolled up the sleeve on my sweat shirt, grabbing the razor I used whenever the thoughts of PUck built up to be too much. I figured if I hurt myself psychically whenever I thought of him, I'd relate him to pain. It wasn't working so far, but this might be the golden time. I slid the blade across a smooth piece of skin between two cuts and watched as the blood flowed over my arm. I never felt any pain when I did this-I never felt pain anymore. Ever since Puck left, I'd been numb-except for when it came to thinking of him. I missed him-and all I could do was be upset that he wasn't returning to me.

"Sabrina? SABRINA? Where are-what's going-are you okay?" Puck rushed towards me, grabbing a thick bath towel on his way and pressing it against the cut. He eyed the razor in my hand but he didn't point out the obvious. He didn't even ask why. "Are you okay?" He whispered, running across the cuts on my other arm as he pulled me close to him, trying to stop the bleeding with the towel.

"I'm fine. It doesn't hurt. Nothing hurts...not compared to you-"

"No," He shook his head, standing up and grabbing the nmeonia from my medicine cabinet and some bandages. "You don't get to try and make me feel bad for you. And you do not get to blame me for this. I left to save your life. I didn't leave for my health," He glared as he poured the burning liquid over the cut and dabbed at it with the towel. Then he covered it with a bandage. "Have you bothered to clean any of the other cuts?" He asked.

"Why do you-"

"I don't mean when you first cut yourself," He glared, turning to clean the other cuts. "Now, would you like to explain why you think you should do this? Since it involves me I should get to know."

"Well...uh...I was trying to connect pain to you. But it didn't work. Everything I did this-I'd remember times like this...where you were taking care of me. And it just made me so mad! No matter what I did...all I could do was think of you!" I said, jerking away from him.

"It's going to hurt-they're infected." He glared. "Unless you'd like me to tell somebody and have you rushed to the hospital, let me clean them," He said.

"Puck...I'm sorry. I'm not being very nice to you," I sighed. "And the truth is...it wouldn't have hurt so much-any of this-if I didn't-"

"No, don't do it Sabrina. Don't make me fall in love with you again. Don't make me think there's a chance for us. Because now that I know I can hurt you like this-where you go and hurt yourself-well, I know there's not going to be a chance for us. Because I can't-won't-let you be in pain-at all-because of me,"He said, his expression hard as he got up and walked away.