Magnetic Attractions || The Sisters Grimm

Chapter Four: Puck

After Grimm went upstairs, I'm met with disappointed and sad eyes.
Even Jake.

Okay maybe Jake looks as confused as I do.
But seriously? I get stabbed and I'm the one that gets the 'I hereby pronounce you guilty' looks. I just glare at everyone so I don't have to think about the agonising pain I was under.

It's ridiculous. Almost burnt on a stake in India, I shrugged it off. Almost tortured to death in Croatia, I laughed it off.
Stabbed with a fork by the so called 'love of my life'? I don't just feel like I'm dying, I feel like I have been sent to a personal hell built by Death itself. Maybe it's some kind of freaky soulmate power that intensifies the pain. Cause at the risk of sounding cheesy, my heart feels shattered. Physically shattered. I can't breathe without wincing.

What the hell just happened here?

Granny Relda quickly gets a dry cloth and ties it tightly around my stinging arm. "Daphne go get the first aid kit."

Daphne does what she asks and comes back to find the room just as silent as she left it in.

Even Henry wasn't saying anything only his usual glare except a little more furious looking. Like he doesn't just want to boil me in bleach but run my over five of six times with an army tank before boiling me in bleach. I'm tempted to tell him I'm the one that was stabbed, not his dear, 'not so' innocent princess.

The rest just stood there and watched the old lady fix me up. I want to scream as she puts alcohol on the wound.

"Daphne, Red. Please go upstairs and prepare for bed." The two mentioned glanced at each other before looking at me. Then make there way upstairs.

The old lady sighs and glances at me when she wraps a bandage tightly above my wound, making shudder in pain. "We need to talk."

I glance at her, bewildered. Before turning to the others left in the room. Uncle Jake had his arms crossed and stared intently at my arm, not meeting my eyes. Henry glared at the old lady. She replied with a cool gaze that seemed to have left him muttering angrily underneath his breath. Veronica knelt down beside we giving the old lady the equipment she needed. Veronica hands the old lady a bottle of what smelled like spirit.

I sit up and clench my fist to prepare myself.

The old lady pours the spirit carefully on my wound. I hissed in pain and clench my teeth together as the pain becomes apparent.

I'm gonna prank Sabrina so hard she'll feel the same pain as this, I vow underneath my tongue. Immature, I guess a bit. But older or not, my name is still Puck. I have a reputation to uphold. In fact now that I think about it. I recall something about a basketball and glue.

"About what?" I manage to say with a hiss of pain.

"Sabrina"

Veronica hands the old lady a cloth which she uses to wipe the sudden out pour of blood surrounding the sound without directly touching it.

I take in another breath. "What about her."

Veronica shots Granny Relda a look I can't decipher. Before standing up and leaving the room, dragging Henry with her. He reluctantly follows.

Jake on the other hand was eager to leave. I stare at him puzzled as he disappears.

"Brace yourself this will hurt liebling.", Granny Relda said in a kind voice before sticking a needle into me.
I swallow down my cry of pain and don't move until she's done.