MoonLight Spell

Chapter 3

Due to some problems in Wattpad I uploaded Chapter 4 and 5 again And i would like to thank matrese18 for commenting and voting and I decided to continue the story so thanks

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 I lay in my

bed my pillow on top of my head. I was beyond angry. I blamed Rosemary. She was

such a baby. She could just taken those hits. But no she had to make a big

deal. I wish Andrew would have stayed that way things would have been so bad.

Mother would not have yelled at me like that. And father wouldn’t look so well

disappointed. It killed me. As soon as I got in, forgetting my reason why I was

home so early. Mother got up her face was red with angry and confused look and

father so disappointed.

  I still was dizzy from my walk with Andrew. “Hello mother, father what a lovely day” I said

without realizing what I just said and what had just happened. Then it hit me.

Fast and hard. “I guess you want to know why I am home so early.” They looked

at me bewildered by my behavior. It did not last long enough. Mother jumped

from her chair and began to pace. “You hit a girl” she said in the horrible

voice. “And not just a girl and girl who belong to a very very important

family. Did you know that Rosemary’s parents are friends? Important friends and

what do you do to these friends pounce on there daughter and- Sabrina are you

paying any attention to me.”

It was actually quiet funny. It was funny how she knew I wasn’t paying any mind to

what came out of her large mouth. But I began to listen when father began to

talk. “She doesn’t learn Maybell.” He said clearly disappointed. He had such a

look of defeat in his crystal blue eyes. It killed me. Like the day he left to

fight ....England.....

  “I am learning father” I said” believe me I trying but it’s difficult with that girl

and please it’s just her fault and -“

“I have heard enough” he said putting up his large hands as a single of silence. Even now I refuse to let a tear escape my eyes. Not in front of mother. “Please Sabrina” he said “you have been fighting since you were old enough to walk. I don’t understand. It’s a disgrace to are family when you fight. Get this into your very pretty head. Girls don’t fight.” I couldn’t help it. Father thought me a disgrace. Tears came. Running across my face happy to be free. Happy to show my weakness. “A disgrace” my horrible mother said clearly like the word “a huge mistake. You will not carry out are last name. We always wanted a son but we got you horrible twisted little girl and no man well ever marry a girl like you. We will have to choose you a husband. Oh. All the work just because you are a twit.” And she slaps me across my face. Burning my cheek. Father shook his head pulling his wife away from m"you are a lady my dear please do not be violent. Has there been enough fighting?” 

he said holding mother close talking into her hair. I was forgotten. Pushedaside as always. I couldn’t take it I screamed as loud as possible. “I hate you. You are a terrible women.” I then ran upstairs. Knowing what I had said was not proper behavior for a young lady. I cried into my pillow. Not caring in the dark when I fell asleep. I fell into a dream. There I was standing outside my house crying hearing a lovely music. I followed it which led me into the darkest part of the woods and there was Andrew playing a lovely guitar. I began to dance my tears turn into blood but I do not care I keep dancing. Then I dance into his arms. He smiles. Then I wake up drenched. In blood?!?! No sweat.