So. This is the end. Puckabrina Forever? is coming to a close. I'm glad you guys liked this story, and I had fun writing it, but I'm sad that this is where it must end...or does it end here? No, not necessarily. Please let me know if you think a sequel is a good idea. Also, check out my "Coming Soon" stories in my profile if you didn't read the last A/N, along with the stories that you guys voted for in the poll. The winner of the poll gets written before the rest of the choices.
As of now, my next stories will be "Hooked," (see the description in my profile) whatever the final winner of my poll may be, and, potentially, the sequel to this one, called "The Second Coming." (See the description in my profile for that one, too.)
Anyways, please enjoy this last chapter of Puckabrina Forever? and let me know what you want to see in my next stories!
P.S. Please don't be mad that this is kinda long for an epilogue, and I drew it out a bit. I just really didn't want this to end!
P.P.S. (P.S.S...?) I made sure to put in a whole buttload of Puckabrina fluff in here! (Lol, buttload) Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Sisters Grimm, but I do own this story.
Epilogue Part One (the epilogue has 1 or 2 more chapters to go because I'm stretching this story out as long as possible.)
*Sabrina's POV*
Two years after the Bradley incident, Puck and I had since moved back in with each other. It's been difficult, living with the man who broke my heart. Sometimes, the memories of what Bradley did to us come back to haunt me, and I have panic attacks. Mom calls it Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. I call it a living nightmare.
Whenever I have one of these panic attacks, I start hyperventilating, and most often cry and shake uncontrollably, thinking about what Bradley would've done to me if Puck had failed.
But he didn't.
Every time I have an 'episode', Puck pulls me under the covers of our bed with him, wrapping his arms around me, whispering things like "It's alright, Sabrina. I'm here. I love you."
He actually makes me believe that things are okay.
And maybe they are.
Things have been pretty quiet in the Faerie community after what happened. Bradley and the rest of his people were all tried and convicted of many heinous crimes. Including my attempted rape.
Today, Puck came home from his palace after a day's work with a strange look on his face. Like he was debating whether to tell me something or not. By the way his expression looked, I could tell that he wasn't thinking about good news.
I was standing in front of the full-length mirror in our bedroom, brushing my hair to get ready for bed when Puck came in, setting his briefcase and crown on the bedside table. He came up behind me, still in his suit and tie (which he hated), and put his arms around my waist, pulling my back into him. He rested his chin on my shoulder, and kissed my neck.
I set the brush down on my dresser immediately when I noticed Puck's forlorn expression. I turned around to face him, and cupped his face in my hands gently, my pale blue eyes looking into his bright green ones.
"What's wrong, Puck?" I asked him, barely above a whisper. He only shook his head.
"Just something we found out at the kingdom today," he assured me, when I raised an eyebrow at him.
He looked really tired. He had obviously had a long day at the "office." I lossened his tie, draping it over the mirror, and helped him take off his suit jacket as he kicked off his shoes.
"That's better," I murmered. "Now, tell me, what happened? What did you find out?"
Running his fingers through my hair, I could see that Puck was distracted, and trying to get out of answering the question. Looking down on me, his eyes sparkled and looked at me lovingly. I like it when he looks at me that way. Not with lust, like some other guys that I've dated, but love.
Puck leaned down and tenderly kissed me on the lips. I leaned into him, pressing me palms up against his chest.
Just as he started to deepen the kiss, placing his hands on my hips, I pulled away and looked up to him.
"Stop trying to get out of answering my question by kissing me!" I exclaimed, playfully wacking him on the arm.
"But you liked it, didn't you?" He asked, bearing a smile.
"Yeah," I replied, pecking him on the cheek, which turned his smile into a big grin, which in turn, changed into a nervous poker face.
"Please, just tell me!" He shook his head once again, which was getting on my nerves.
"I don't want you to suffer through a PTSD episode again." The last one that I had was about two weeks ago. I shuddered a little bit while thinking about it. Seeing this, Puck put his arms around me once again, and pulled me into him.
"It's about Bradley, isn't it?" He only offered a nod, then sighed. It had been a long time since we've talked about him. Puck himself had banished him and his followers to Tautarus, the basic pit in the ground that led to the worldly equivelant of hell, ruled by the ancient king of suffering, Hades. It's where the worst of the worst go, and there is no escape.
"Can I ask you a question?" Puck questioned suddenly, after a few minutes of us just standing there, in eachother's embrace.
"Not until you answer mine!"
"Please," he said, looking down at me with big, sad, Bambi eyes.
"I don't think you can use those, you know. I'm pretty sure Bambi himself patented those eyes."
"Grimm! Please!" It had been so long snce he'd called me his nickname for me. I laughed lightly, which made him sport a tiny smile.
"Okay, Goodfellow. Shoot."
"You've forgiven me for cheating on you a few years ago, right?" Honestly, I was really surprised to hear that question coming out of his mouth. Of course I had forgiven him! I just couldn't forget it...
"Yes...what makes you say that? I haven't been acting mad...have I?" I was suddenly unsure of myself. Did I seem like I was still angry with him? I hope not. I love Puck and the last thing I want for him to feel from me is...well, anything that's not love.
"No it's just...you sound unsure...just... do you love me?" Okay, what's wrong with him?! Even when I was with Bradley for that brief time before he revealed his true colors to me, I loved Puck. I've always loved Puck, even though I didn't know it until after I kissed him, waking him up from the poisonous apple from Snow White's sleeping spell.
"What? Puck, what the hell is wrong with you? Why are you acting so strange and asking me these questions?" I stepped back, and crossed my arms over my chest, staring at Puck skeptically. "You better start talking, stinkpot!"
He rubbed his head, obviously stressing himself out about something.
"I...I...I just don't wanna make you worried, okay?"
"Fine...but we'll come back to this later. Now, why were you acting all weird, asking if I love you and stuff?" I was getting really annoyed. Why is he hiding something from me? Wait...Oh. My. God. Did he cheat on me again? This fairy was gonna wish he was never born.
When Puck didn't answer after about a minute of him awkwardly stuttering and feeling around in his pants pocket (?), I exploded.
"You cheated on me, didn't you?! Puck, how could you do this to me?!" As I cried, Puck's face turned from worry to pain. "I loved you! I forgave you! I...I...Robin Puck Goodfellow, leave me alone!"
I turned away, and stomped out the door, hardly believing in what had just happened.
Briskly walking, I angrily grabbed my keys and cell phone from the kitchen counter and left the apartment. I was only in my night gown and slippers, but I didn't care.
Picking up my pace when I heard Puck's heavy, fast footsteps behind me, I got into the elevator at the end of the corridor. I turned aroundd, just in time to see Puck sprinting towards me, with tears running down his face as well.
"Sabrina, wait! I di-"
But it was too late. I jabbed the "LOBBY" button with my thumb, and the doors closed before Puck could make it to me.
Am I doing the right thing? I...I didn't really give him a chance to respond after I accused him of cheating. But, I gave him plenty of oppurtunities to explain himself before I had even suspected it. Puck is to blame here, not me.
I sobbed as the elevator opened the doors to the ground level, and stepped out. An old man who was sitting on a bench next to a fake potted plant looked at me funny as he lit a cigarette. I glared at him as I walked out into the cold, night rain.
The rain was pouring down in buckets, and it was freezing.
But I didn't care.
Since the weather was so terrible, and it was 10:30 pm, no one was out and about on the streets in the neighborhood. It was just me, and the rain.
My flimsy slippers were tough to run in, so I kicked them off at two blocks into a bush. Now, my bare feet pounded the soaking pavement, splashing through puddles.
As I was running, I realized that I didn't know where I was running to. I pulled out my phone to call Daphne. She lived in a loft not too far from here, and I visited her every other day. But, when I turned on my cell, the "low battery" symbol was displayed, and the screen went black.
"Great," I huffed as I jogged down the side walk, with my night gown clinging to my body because of the rain. Shoving my now useless phone into my breast pocket along with my keys, I veered down a sidestreet, where I knew of a payphone booth.
I spotted it at the end of the alley, sprinted towards it, and shut myself inside. I was about to dial Daphne's familar number when the door to the booth creaked open, and I whirled around to see who it was.
Okay, so how was Epilogue Part One? I'm thinking one or two more chapters before the official end of this story. I hope you liked this chapter!