chilling adventures of sabrina - CELESTIAL - part one

chapter seven

"DUMB STRUCK LOVE..."

It was about ten minutes since I fleeted from my baptism. The entire house was quiet. Sabrina went to her room as well as Aunt Hilda and Zelda. Me and Ambrose sat in my bathroom. Well, I sat on a wooden stool while he was kneeling down in front of me, tending to the scratches and marks on my ankles. He had a cotton ball in his hand with a bit of healing paste on it. He gently applied the clear paste onto a deep scratch.

I winced, feeling a painful sting. Ambrose looked up at me. "You have to stay still so I can get them all." He spoke before applying some more on my ankles. My mind drifted to the aunties. My eyes began to water as I chuckled sarcastically.

"I failed them..." I spoke. I chuckled again, feeling the pain in my chest spread. "I told them I would go through with this now look at where we are. I ran away like a coward and I completely failed Aunt Zelda and Hilda." My voice began to crack. Ambrose looks up at me with a look of concern. He shook his head before dropping the cotton ball in his hand and cupping my face with both of them.

"You did not fail them. You ran because you felt unsafe, unsure. And that is okay, Mary Rose." Ambrose said before giving me a reassuring grin and taking his hands off my face. I quickly wiped away any tears that fell on my cheeks with a weak smile. I looked down at my ankles to see that most of the cuts had healed. I looked at Ambrose who was still focusing on applying the paste.

"Thank you... Ambrose." I spoke softly. He looked up at me before a smile slowly grew on his lips. There was a long silence which consisted of smiles and glances. Ambrose looked back down at my ankle before breathing out. "And... done." He said, patting my leg.

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NOVEMBER 3rd

It had been a few days after the event and the house was as quiet as a mouse. No one spoke to anyone. Zelda was usually chirping about but she hasn't even looked my way since Sabrina's birthday. I felt slightly ashamed for what I did but I was starting to not regret it. Those angels helped me out of a situation that I didn't know how. I walked into the kitchen with a pumpkin orange crop top and jeans. Everyone sat at their respective places, not saying a word.

I sighed before sitting down in my chair. I looked at Zelda, who had her newspaper covering her face, then Hilda who was cooking away on the stove, then Ambrose, who was sipping a cup of tea, then to Sabrina who was staring straight into her cup of orange juice. I sighed.

"Morning." I said, trying to get someone's attention.

Hilda looked up at me. "Oh, blessed morning, child." She said. Ambrose looked at me. "Morning, how'd you sleep?" He asks, not looking in my direction.

"Couldn't." I said before looking at Zelda who seemed incredibly interested in the newspaper she was holding. Her eyes landed on me before she turned her nose up and looked the other direction. I sighed.

I leaned forward, getting close to Zelda. "Please, Aunt Zelda are you just not going to speak to me ever again?" I asked.

"Do you want me to speak? All right, I'll speak." She said before putting down the newspaper she was holding and setting it down. She looked at me square in the eye. "You humiliated us in front of the entire coven. You dishonored the Spellman family name." She said, seething.

"And I said I was sorry—Father Blackwood lied. He sat in our parlor and told Sabrina that we'd always have a choice, that our religion is based on free will. But in the woods, that was the exact opposite of free will." I said boldly.

"Beyond that, your refusal to sign the Book of the Beast goes directly against what the Dark Lord wants." Zelda says. "Well, I think that someone else doesn't want me to sign my book, Aunt Zee." I said, which made her look at me with curiosity. I breathed out.