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Years.
That's how long its been since I've seen that vile boy king. How many exactly I don't care.
Nor do I even want to know.
The experiences and horrors I got from that boy really affected me. To think I got used to animal shit in my hair. I'm surprised I even survived at all with my sanity intact.
"So you don't miss him?"
I raise an eyebrow at my therapist while leaning back into the burgundy leather couch and snort.
"Miss? What you're saying is mentally and physically impossible."
Nodding, my therapist, Rose slightly leans forward in her flower armchair over the beige coffee table separating us.
"Right. And the whole future you saw with you and Puck? What do you think of it?"
Absolutely crazy.
I bet it was a fake. I could never be happy with someone like him. Instead of roses and kisses everyday, it would be mud and pranks everyday. And that's if I'm lucky.
I grimace as I recall back to the time when Puck demonstrated what he would do to a wife if he had one.
No, thank you.
Besides we were in a war. Older me was most likely delusional with all the years of fighting gone to her head. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Even if that desperate measure was Puck.
"That whole future Sabrina was absurd and delusional. That or she has been drugged by Puck's fae magic."
She slowly nods again. "Mmm. Okay so you say she's crazy or has been drugged by the trickster King. Why do you think Puck would want to drug you?"
"Two word. He's Puck"
Was she serious? Puck was vile, disgusting, immature and stupid. He would do anything to mess around with me and make my life miserable.
"Sure. Why do you think he'd choose to marry you. It sounds like a prank gone too far."
I let out a short huff, agitated. "Well he's childish and the infamous trickster king"
"That's okay. Childish." She ponders on the word.
"Would you consider yourself right now as 'childish' as you were during your time with Puck."
I pause. "Well no. Obviously I was a child then. I'm older now, more mature."
"So what about Puck. Would you think he's still 'childish'?"
Would he be?
A feeling of uncertainty rises in my chest, I quickly push it down and firmly shake my head.
"Its different. Puck was a child for thousands of years. He enjoys it."
"Why?"
I pause and tilt my head. "I don't know. He wanted to remain young, free from responsibility and hard work."
"But why the sudden change. What has changed since then?" Rose inquires, curiously.
"He met... Daphne and I. Then I don't know after he decided to grow."
"So after a few thousand years he decided to grow. In sync of you also getting older and maturing into a young teen"
"Puck started growing after walking up one morning. Maybe a dream lead him to get older. But he still despised the idea of growing up..." I broke off my sentence lost in thought. "Or maybe he was jealous."
"Jealous. How so?"
"Maybe he was jealous that we were all growing up and he didn't want to be left behind. He's like that sometimes..."
Rose tilts her head and looks at me with intense eyes.
I shrug, uncomfortably.
"He doesn't like being left behind does he?"
I cross my legs and avoid looking at her directly. "I guess so."
"Perhaps he was lonely. Unhappy even. Years living alone in the woods with only pixies as company is enough to leave anybody tired."
I swallow and shrug, not daring to say another thing that Rose could twist and make me feel... guilty, sick and thrilled at the same time.
Noting my refusal to say anything, she continues, "Do you ever wonder what he'll think when he sees you, older, filled with responsibility, and a beautiful promise of a long life ahead of you."
I scoff at my therapist and tensely lean back. "I'm not scared of what he thinks if that's what you wondering."
"Perhaps not. Then tell me what do you feel?"
I shrug and glance up at the artistic pictures scattered along the nauseating yellow wall.
A picture of a dog that looked like it got splattered in red and yellow paint. One ear was higher than the other. An eye was tilted downwards, the other looked squinted.
Was it the artists goal to make the dog look ugly?
"I don't know. Its really irritating though. And frustrating. I also kinda feel sick."
"Feeling those emotions in this situation is perfectly normal."
"Yeah the eyes almost scare me. Yet I can't seem to look away."
"What ar-" She follows my gaze to the painting hanging on the wall.
She sighs "Sabrina?"
I glance back at her, raising an eyebrow.
She smiles, failing to hide her irritation.
"Perhaps you're wondering why he is coming back after he left."
I narrow my eyes at Rose. Just where was she going to with that.
"Look I don't like talking about that asshole. Why are we even talking about him?"
"Please mind your language. This is a strictly no swearing zone"
I scoff and roll my eyes while leaning back on the chair with my arms crossed. My legs now apart.
"And we're talking about him because you came here for the first time in weeks. And I concluded that it was because you have mixed feelings about Puck coming back."
My head tilts back at her. I smile.
"You're right. I wanna grab the nearest knife and stab him in the gut when I see him"
"Please refrain from doing that. But continue to feel that anger. Don't be afraid of it. Allow it to consume you. People say we shouldn't be angry. But anger is a therapeutic necessity to be able to move on."
I lean forward, my hands clasped together and narrow my eyes at her. "I'm threatening to stab someone. That's considered 'moving on' here?"
"Yes!" A wide smile illuminated her face and she gestures with her hand as she continues "You are letting others see your anger and guide you to letting go of it completely. And that helps me help you. "
"So I can't stab him?"
"Nope"
I lean back on the couch with a humph. "Great! So what do I do then when he comes?"
"You wait and try to spot any differences, any changes in him. Try to be optimistic and even friendly to him."
I snort.
"Be nice to Puck? Been there, done that. Trust me it never ever works."
He just ups and disappears. For years with no contact.
I ignore the pang in my heart
"This Puck is one who doesn't know you and you don't know either. Perhaps it would be best to try and know this new Puck before you begin to judge him. Remember you promised to start seeing the best in people."
I glare at her. "And if I'm right and he doesn't change. I'll look like a complete fool. I'll be better off not talking to him."
I shake my head. Coming here was clearly a mistake.
Suddenly the phone on the coffee table chimes loudly, making Rose jump. I swiftly stand up and make my way to her blindingly yellow door.
"Session over."
I slam the door behind me. But not before I hear Rose call out "Be optimistic!"
Rolling my eyes, I hurry down the stairs, passing another anxious looking patient in the corridor. As I catch the door, a suspicious looking lady with a black hat stalks inside.
The dimly lit streets were empty of pedestrians and cars. Though there's never a lot, the roads were silent. Not one person or car to be seen. Only me walking slowly home.
Blue Waters Therapy was in a secluded part of town. One that even Maps would struggle to find. But I suppose that was the point. The therapy had clients that would rather the town never find out about their therapy sessions. Which I find stupid because it's Fair landing. I had three different people nosing around my business, asking about my health the day after my First session.
The town is always so loud and filled with gossiping individuals. Between my full house and the packed town, It's hard to get a moment of quiet. So whenever I do I tend to relish them.
The early mornings are usually as silent as this. It was so quiet and peaceful, I could actually hear myself think. Granny Relda's house had too many people, so all there is is noise and no privacy. I look up at the orange pink slow sunset in the sky and close my eyes, taking in everything. I've learned to appreciate times like this. Where no one is telling me what to do, where to go, how to act, how to feel.
It took about forty minutes to get home and I could already hear noise from outside. So I climb through the back and up a tree into... Puck's old room. It was actually clean and smelled like lemon air freshener. I remember it taking ages for Granny Relda to get the various vile smells out the the room. A lone trampoline stood in the middle, looking out of place beside a bed that boy barely used.
I shake my head.
I can't believe that just five years ago I knew someone immature enough to sleep in a actual trampoline.
I chuckle under my breath, exasperated and amused.
Before I hear a loud screech of excitement from downstairs.
Daphne.
I roll my eyes and make my way out of the room, tip toeing to mine.
"'Brina?" A voice calls.
Crap.
I spin around. "Dad?"
He leans against the door frame of his room, crossing his arms.
"How was your session"
"It was okay. Rose said I'm making progress."
I force a smile in my face and try to maintain eye contact with my father.
"Really. Well that's great"
I nod. My eyes fixed on the hard wooden floor.
I hear him sigh.
"Brina, I know you don't like that.. that boy is coming back. I don't either but it doesn't have to affect you."
My blue eyes rise up to meet his eyes so similar to mine.
They were filled with worry
I shoot him a genuine reassuring smile.
"I know. And its definitely not."
He smiles in relief and visibly relaxes.
"Good"
I smile back. "I'll enjoy staying in my room when he comes later on today."
He shakes his head chuckling before making his way downstairs.
I sigh and open the door to my room, that read Sabrina's special place of solitude. Stay the ----- away. The line was put there after Granny Relda's deemed the word too rude and realised soap and water was not going to get rid of permanent marker.
I grab a towel and go to the toilet directly across from my room. I glance in the mirror and grimace at what I see. Hair all over the place, eyes half closed due to my lack of sleep. My skin was blotchy and red.
After I take a shower and enjoy the feeling of the warm water hitting my cold skin, I wrap my towel around me and make my way to my room.
As if on cue, my phone pings. I pick it up and glance on the screen. A reminder for a date with that cocky jock. I can't remember his name but I heard the idiot bet his fellow jock friends he could do 'it' with me before tomorrow.
He obviously doesn't know me well.
I glance at the time I had thirty minutes to get ready.
I wore a short black dress and a short black leather jacket. My hair was full of curls that cascaded down my shoulders. My make up consisted on mascara and red matte. No foundation or concealer.
I smile at the mirror. I was ready.
I make my way downstairs. Everyone is eating breakfast.
"And just were are you going, young lady" My dad questions as they see me.
"Date." I state as a fact.
"This early, honey?" My mom frowns.
I smile. "I told him that I'm busy this evening and like forever. So it was this morning or never"
"This is your third date this week and it's only Tuesday" Daphne observes, her eyes twinkling with awe and hero-worshipping
"Forth." I wink at her.
"You're not going anywhere" My dad states, furrowing his eyes at me. "Especially not in that."
He gestures to my dress.
I roll my eyes and pull it down.
"Yes I am" I grab a purple piece of toast with yellow peppers on top and bite into it before quickly spitting out into the bin of my way out of the kitchen. Granny Relda's cooking was not for me.
"Sabrina Grimm! Stop this instant."
I continue walking out of the house and shut the door behind me.
A blue sleek and expensive looking Ferrari was parked outside my house, leaning on it was a cute, curly brown haired teenage boy with a jeans and one of them cringey jock jackets on. He waved at me with one hand and gave me a lopsided smile. In his other hand he held flowers, white peonies.
Ew.
If he really wanted to get in my pants, flowers weren't going to draw a map there.
I force a smile as I walk up to him.
His mouth drops open as I get close enough for him to see what I'm wearing.
I raise an eyebrow as he does nothing but stare at me.
"Um... Hi." He finally gets out of his reverie and licks his lips nervously. Before handing the white flowers to me.
This one was actually nervous. He wasn't really gonna do anything scandalous.
Boring.
I shoot him a small tight smile before walking to the other door. He hurries to catch up to the door but I open it for myself.
I mentally scoff.
Like I, Sabrina Grimm, was a damsel in distress.
I know I'm being dramatic. But I know these boys and how they are.
He gets in the other side and fastens his seatbelt. He smiles at me nervously before inserting the key into the car. As he drives away, through the rearview mirror I see a familiar looking car, drive into the space my date's car had just been parked at.
My heart jolts.
I lean back into the seat with my eye shut. I try to control the pounding my heart was going through.
I don't care. Right? Him being here doesn't make a difference.
Liar.
Shut up!
"You okay?" A worried voice from beside me inquiries
"Yeah. Just a bit nervous" I force and I mean really Force an smile in my face. Though my efforts were probably useless and it was no doubt looking more similar to a grimace.
"So.." I start trying to change the subject and distract him. "Why did you ask me on a date?" Straight to the point. Just like me.
He glances up startled before admitting with a blush on his cheek. "I like you."
Aw. Either he's a good liar or a genuine lost idiot.
"Okay so..." I look away and feign embarrassment. "So where are we going, um.."
I'd forgotten his name. Let's hopes he hadn't noticed.
His face goes all red again. "The Yellow Fae. And my name is Brad in case you forgot."
"I'm sorry I just blanked." I cover my face with my hands feigning more embarrassment.
"Its okay. Its perfectly normal for a girl as pretty as you to not know my name"
My cheeks twitch slightly as he calls me pretty and is then unable to look at me in the eye again.
I swear he would actually be adorable... If he wasn't such an manwhore.
I'm about to ask what that was supposed to mean when he gestures to the place we had reached.
We were at The Yellow Fae, kinda like a safe haven for faerie.
But a normal restaurant with a strange name for humans like Brian here.
I let Barry open the door for me and shoot him a fake smile as I get out. He stares at me.
I cough to get his attention.
He let's out an embarrassed short breath before guiding me to the door. "Sorry" He mutters.
I smile amused by his behaviour.
He holds the door to the restaurant open for me.
I nod in gratitude.
But internally I roll my eyes at him.
Again doesn't he know that chivalry is dead?
A pretty brunette waitress leads us to our table. It was at the very corner. I ignore the flirtatious looks the waitress was shooting Brendon and sit down. Before he could do anything like pull the chair out for me.
Brandon notices it and voices his thoughts as the waitress leaves after we name our orders. I randomly chose from the menu.
"So let me guess you like being independent"
I glance at him. "Yes. I do. Do you think that's wrong?"
His eyes widened."No. No. No. Me? I'm team female. I'm all for women independence and equal rights and..."He trails off, cheeks red with embarrassment and looks down.
Oh so that's why you're keeping tallies of all the girls in the school you've slept with then.
I mentally shoot him a look of disgust.
But I giggle amused in real life.
He glances up, eyes shocked as I laugh. I don't blame him though. I barely see me laugh in school.
"Brad. You are honestly so cute." I place a hand on top of his on the table.
He glances at me in surprise but slowly relaxes, returning my smile.
Worst mistake of your life, boy.
"Um.. thanks?" He scratches his head in embarrassment.
The pretty waitress comes and saves him from further embarrassment.
In her hands held a tray with two plates. The delicious smell comes waltzing through my nose. The brunette places the plate down in front of me before turning to Bernie giving him her full attention. She deliberately makes a show of placing the plate in front of Bart giving him a view most guys would love.
I watch Bart as his eyes flickered towards her tight shirt.
Idiot.
The girl slips a napkin in his hand. One that no doubt had his phone number.
He glances back up at the girl and smirks before looking back at me.
I quickly gaze back at the food on my plate. Ravioli with mushrooms.
"You like ravioli?" Barney asks. I look back up, the flirt was gone. Brody stared at me with renewed confidence and cockiness I had expected.
I wondered why he was so shy before.
I smile. "Well. I did order it."
He let's out a short amused chuckle. "I wasn't sure you were even paying attention to the menu."
Okay. Where did that stuttering boy go and who is this cocky little shit?
"Maybe you weren't paying enough attention to see that I was paying attention to the menu"
He leans forward. "Maybe you're right. Maybe I was staring at you. So what. You're pretty."
Its times like this that I wish I can fake blush. But I turn my gaze downwards.
Let him think I was too shy to look at those gorgeous caramel brown eyes.
"I guess thank you."
"You can thank me another way" He suggests seductively with a wink.
I smile this time it was genuine. This is the cocky bastard I was expecting when I prepared for this date.
I pretty sure he mistakes my smile for a excited one. He is right but I wasn't excited about what he was thinking.
"Then what are you waiting for?" My eyes twinkled in anticipation.
"Let's go." He stands up, grabs my hand to pull me up and commands, seductively in my ears.
Seductive, my ass
I grin. And let him pull me with him.
We make our way outside and get into the car, no chivalry this time.
He drives fast and places a hand on my knee, shooting me flirty smiles ever so often.
"Where are we going?"
The smile on his face wavers. And I see the shy, unsure boy I meet this morning.
"There's somewhere I know that would be perfect and secure" He manages.
"Where?"
"That would be telling wouldn't it"
After about three minutes we reach the forest before you leave town. The forest I've almost died in countless times.
But Bryan didn't know that.
Billy takes my hand and leads me into the forest.
" Where are we going?"
"We're going to clearing in the middle of the woods. Its pretty sweet"
Great I know where that is.
I stop. "We?"
He glances back at me confused.
"Oh I'm sorry I meant where am I to meet your vile disgusting friends" With that I punch him in the temple instantly knocking him unconscious.
Strangely I learnt that move from Granny Relda.
I manage with hard work and strong determination to drag his body back to the car and lock him inside.
Whistling and twirling the keys on my finger, I make my way into the deep forest.
Those boys are gonna be meeting me for breakfast today. The boys, my fist and I are gonna be having so much fun.