I was sat on the makeshift mattress in the corner of the one room cabin. Adam was tending to the fire in which the kettle was being heated up.
“Adam?” I asked. He looked at me and smiled. Taking that as an answer I continued, “I’m sorry… that I pulled you into this.”
“You did no such thing. I wanted to do this.” He shrugged
“But you didn’t have to. You should have just left me, I could manage.” I said picking at the seam of my dress.
“You’re so beautiful.” I was stunned by his sudden comment. He walked towards me almost as if he were cautious not to upset me. I was silent, not daring to speak in fear I might ruin the moment. I’ve always had this fantasy, but that’s just it, always a dream. We could never be together; we were different in every way. Plus, he was engaged toGeorgia. SinceGeorgiawas born, they have been betrothed. He walked closer until he was standing in front of me, and then cupped my bruised cheek. “How are you feeling?” he asked
“I- I'm fine.”
“Isabella, I love you.” He stated. My cheeks turned hot, and I’m sure they were red. He leaned in and brushed his lips against mine. I deepened the kiss and pulled him closer, putting no space between us. He backed me up against the wall and pressed our bodies together. Our lips moved in synchronization and I was breathless. We pulled away from each other, both gasping for air.
“Do you really mean what you say?” I asked between breaths
“Yes.” He nodded and smiled. He pushed us towards the bed and we lay down. He wrapped his arms around me and I felt warmer. I heard a soft knock on the door but chose to ignore it, and so did Adam. The knocking got louder and I heard voices.
“Adam! She’s going to murder you!” they yelled. He pulled me up and sat me back on the bed. He got up and opened the door slowly and it wasn’t opened very far. It wasGeorgiaand some other townspeople. I couldn’t see faces but I could tell there was a lot.
“What brings you here at this late hour reverend?” Adam asked
“Where’s the girl?” he asked sharply. I cowered against the corner of the bed, fearing for why they needed me.
“May I ask why?” he asked
“Her mother was murdered and she was the one who did it. We are here to burn the witch.”Georgiaspat
“I don’t know where she is. But I also don’t believe she did that.” He shrugged. The reverend glared at him, “I’m sorry but I need to go. The kettle is on the fire. Goodnight.” Adam said closing the door in their faces. He looked back at me with a worried expression.
“I need to leave.” I whispered. He nodded and wrapped a cape around my shoulders. “But you can’t come.” I said
“You don’t want me to come?” he frowned
“I really would love for you to come, but you can’t. They will kill you for helpingme.” I explained
“But you didn’t do it.”
“It doesn’t matter. It’s the only explanation they have. They think I’m a witch. You heard them, they were going to burn me!” I half yelled.
“I wont let you go alone.” He whispered
“You have to,” I whispered, “I- I don’t love you.” I let one tear fall, and that was it. I turned to walk away, and Adam didn’t stop me, which was good. I looked out the door before walking into the dark dank forest. I ran. And I didn’t stop. I didn’t want to know what was happening back at town. A riot? A mob? I didn’t know. I also didn’t know who murdered my mother. But I didn’t really care, she was a cruel and I hated her. And I’m glad she was dead. Maybe I really was a witch, thinking those awful things about my mother.
