Past;

Sabrina and Ms. Smirt couldn't seem to handle being in the same room together. They would snap insults at each other, and it would always end with Ms. Smirt giving Sabrina an unfair punishment. Sabrina soon got used to scrubbing floors, and dusting shelves.

May seemed to enjoy watching Sabrina struggle, and would never hesitate to make cleaning harder for Sabrina. Sabrina would grit her teeth and deal with it, trying to keep her anger in.

And the ache of Sabrina's parents never seemed to leave. Had they been kidnapped? Or did they leave? What if they were counting on Sabrina to save them? Worry swarmed Sabrina's mind and heart, everyday. She missed her parents, her friends and her home. But she had to be strong for Daphne. Daphne believed in her.

Sabrina started to map out a plan in her mind. She didn't want to stay in the orphanage, and she knew growing up there would be an awful childhood for Daphne. But living on the streets, and continuously running away from social services would be awful for her too. She couldn't think of anything and it frustrated her. If they DID run away, where would they go? They had no money, and they didn't have any relatives either.

Sabrina bumped into Daphne on her way to clean the girls bathroom floors, after a recent fight with Ms. Smirt.

"Hey Daph," Sabrina said, fluffling up Daphne's hair. Daphne looked quite serious when she spoke in a low voice, "Sabrina, I need to talk to you."

Sabrina furrowed her eyebrows and said, "Sure, what's wrong? Has May been bothering you?"

Daphne shook her head quickly, her shoulder-length hair flapping against her small face. "I overheard Ms. Smirt talking on the phone. She thinks that you cause too much trouble… and that you should be taken to another orphanage! Sabrina, this is frobly!"

Sabrina was too distracted by being transported to another orphanage to ask what frobly meant. Daphne's eyes filled with tears, and her mouth trembled. "Sabrina, you're not leaving me, right?!" Daphne blurted out. Sabrina shook her head, but her stomach churned with worry.

"Of course not, don't be silly." Sabrina scoffed, hugging Daphne.

Present;

"You're such a liar," Puck sneered, from behind Sabrina. Sabrina rolled her eyes and chose to ignore him. Watching her past made Sabrina's stomach churn, and made her feel uneasy. This whole room was made of magic, and magic put her on edge. It always came with a price.

Sabrina glanced at Puck, who seemed to be sleeping. Sabrina shook her head at how fast he had fallen asleep. But then again, he was Puck. Sabrina gazed at him, remembering when they were both 12. He had grown up since then but his personality hadn't changed. He still played pranks on her, and turned up his nose at being clean.

Puck lazily opened one eye, and Sabrina quickly turned around. 'So much for being the Queen of Sneaks,' she thought. "You're a creepo." Puck said accusingly. "You watch people while they're sleeping."

Sabrina's cheeks turned red as she turned around and snapped, "No, I do not."

"Sure you don't." Puck said sarcastically.

"You two are so cute!" Daphne squealed. She bit her palm quite hard, and then grinned at Sabrina. Sabrina glared at her, but Sabrina's cheeks were still bright red. Daphne giggled, and turned back to the screen, her smile instantly dropping. Sabrina frowned, wondering how much pain watching the past was causing Daphne.

It was definitely causing Sabrina a lot of pain.

Present;

Sabrina didn't know what to do. She had to protect Daphne- she was all that Daphne had left. But there was one thing Sabrina was sure of- Ms. Smirt was stubborn. Sabrina knew she would do whatever it takes to get Sabrina and Daphne separated.

As she was sweeping the hall, next to Ms. Smirt's office, (after another fight- which ended with Sabrina storming out of the room) she realized that there was a way she could find out if she was really being transferred. Ms. Smirt's office door was locked but Sabrina knew how to pick it. She could sneak in and take a quick glance at her file. Ms. Smirt might've inserted the transferring information already. If she didn't then… Sabrina just hoped that she wouldn't get caught.

'This is for Daphne,'' she thought determinedly, before pretending to sweep the hall. She continued till she reached Ms. Smirt's door, and a smirk crept onto her lips as she took a bobby pin from her hair, and slid it into the lock. A few seconds later, the door swung open and Sabrina hesitantly stepped inside. Knowing that Ms. Smirt could appear at any moment, she relocked the door.

Sabrina swiftly darted to the file cabinet, and started looking through the letters. It took a while to find her folder due to the fact that many Sabrina's had lived at the orphanage. Finally, she pulled out a file labelled Sabrina Grimm, and scanned through it's notes.

There was Ms. Smirt's usual comments about her behaviour, which Sabrina ignored. There were many, many pages to look through in her file. Reports of her running away from foster homes, and what Sabrina 'claimed' to have happened to her. It made Sabrina's blood boil, and she clenched

her fists, causing crumples on the neat, and m

organized sheets of papers.

A clip from a newspaper slipped out of the folder and fluttered to the floor. Sabrina eyed it, before setting the folder on Ms. Smirt's desk and bending down to pick it up. Her heart dropped into her stomach as she glanced at the familiar bold, headline.

'Disaperance of husband and wife- what did they leave behind?'

"Their children," Sabrina whispered. "They left behind their children."

She shoved the news article into her front pocket, and continued to flip through the folder. Halfway through, she could hear the distant click clack of Ms. Smirt's heels, and Sabrina fumbled to put the folder back in it's place. She heard the familiar clatter of keys, and she shoved the file down her shirt in a split second decision. She darted under Ms. Smirt's desk and hoped that Ms. Smirt was only staying for a few minutes. The door opened, and she heard Ms. Smirt say, "Mr… Uh, Charles, is it? You can sit here."

Sabrina heard a squeak as one of the mouldy, green chairs that had been in front of Ms. Smirt's desk since Sabrina arrived. She heard a loud groan as Ms. Smirt settled into her chair.

Sabrina stifled a laugh, slapping her palm against her mouth. She winced when the sound echoed around the quiet room. She heard Ms. Smirt pull her chair back a bit, before saying, "Did you hear that, Mr. Charles?" Sabrina heard a low grunt, and then a low voice speak; "No, Ms. Smirt, I didn't hear anything."

"Well, Mr. Charles, you may want to get your ears checked if you want to adopt Sabrina and Daphne."

A low gasp escaped Sabrina's mouth, before she slapped her hand against her mouth again. Ms. Smirt seemed to not have noticed it. Mr. Charles replied, in an irritated voice; "I can manage fine for myself, Ms. Smirt. I don't need your advice though I know you mean well."

Ms. Smirt sniffed and Sabrina imagined Mr. Smirt's signature scowl on her face. "Very well. I will call for Sabrina and Daphne to pack their bags and head here straight away. But I must warn you, Mr. Charles, that the Grimm sisters are quite a nuisance. Trouble follows those two wherever they go."

"That's fine, Ms. Smirt. I'm perfectly capable of handling them."

Sabrina's heart gripped with fear when she realized that Daphne and her were being taken away, again. They didn't know anything about Mr. Charles. For all they knew, he could be another crazy head. Sabrina glanced at him from under Ms. Smirt's desk, surprised at what she saw. He was a chubby, little man, with kind eyes and a flat nose. A bit of Sabrina's fear trickled away.

"I'll call the girls in right now." Ms. Smirt said after a long stretch of silence. "Let me find their files first."

A fresh set of fear gripped Sabrina's heart. Her file was currently uncomfortably tucked in Sabrina's shirt, and once Ms. Smirt realized it wasn't there, she would know that Sabrina stole. Sabrina saw Ms. Smirt stand up, her bony ankles visibly standing out against the bright red heels she was wearing. She clattered to the file cabinet and in a split second decision (she seemed to be making a lot of those lately) Sabrina crawled out and shoved Ms. Smirt's desk over before darting out of the room.

She was able to catch a glimpse of Mr. Charles shocked face, and she smiled at how surprised he had looked. She ran as fast she could to her room- and began shoving her clothes into her suitcase. Some of the orphanage girls gave her strange looks, but most just ignored her. No one ever knew what was up with the Grimm sisters and their strange behavior.

When her suitcase was all packed up, Sabrina flopped onto her bed and took out the file. She flipped through it, ignoring the articles with different headlines but the same stories. There were notes from other orphanage caretakers too. They all had good things to say about Sabrina, yet Ms. Smirt always found faults in her.

She continued to flip through, and a quick relief spread through her when she found that there actually were no transferring papers. She settled on thinking that Ms. Smirt must've been bluffing. Nevertheless, she had to be careful. Ms. Smirt may actually act upon her bluffs if Sabrina pushed her over her limit.

Sabrina fell asleep with the article she had stuffed into her pocket, taped above her bed.

A/N

IM BACK

I'm actually so sorry for this very, very late update. I've been so busy, and life's tiring.

I missed writing so much- the only reason I continued to write this fanfic is because i got an email, a few days ago, telling me to update. It surprised me to see that people still read "I never knew."

I'll be updating again in a few days- maybe a week? I have a project due tomorrow, but i decided to work on this instead. Oops.