Character Side stories (ADKOH)

Charlie (part 1)

The date is February 13th, 1692. We're taken back to a time in Salem Massachusetts of complete death, and destruction of witches, even though most of them were humans...

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Love is not always priceless, you end up paying your dues at the end of the road.
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The witch woke up to a beautifully soft, British voice, yelling at her, while being smacked with a pillow.

"Amelia Redfield so help me if you dont get up riGHT NOW!"

"OKAY, JESUS! IM UP!"

She sat up quickly, immediately greeted by a beautiful woman who she can call hers. She loves her with all her heart. She'd sacrifice everything for this woman.

She takes all her features in again for the four hundreth time, afraid she'll forget them. She takes in her chocolate brown skin, her dark freckles that cover her face like a blanket. Her coily black hair scrunched up in a bun, and dark, brown eyes. Penelope Westcott. The woman of her dreams. Shes wearing a long dusty pink dress with vertical dusty mint green stripes, made for semi-formal events, but her and all the other women just wear them as regular evening gowns. Her dress is long enough to cover her black heel boots, that click against the wood floor as she walks. Shes also wearing a simple necklace, with her birthstone on it. Its an oval pendant with a ruby in the middle. It was an anniversary present from Amelia, for being together for three years. Only a month ago, Amelia proposed to Penelope, who of course, said yes.

Shes wearing an annoyed expression, as she stares at her fiances tired face.

"I literally have to attack you just to get you to sit up... You're unbelievable you know that?" She asked bitterly.

"Yeeeeaaaaahh, but YOU'RE the one whos gonna marry me." She states matter of factly, as she takes Penelope into a tight inbrace, poking her chest as she says so.

"Ugh, dont remind me." She tries to hide her smile.

"Awwww come on. You love me and you know it." Amelia states as she is now fully out of bed.

"Explain to me again why that is?" Penelope askes playfully.

Amelia gives her a sour expression, indicating that shes done with her bullshit. She turns to grab a change of clothes in the dresser next to the bed.

Penelope laughs and hugs Amelia from behind.

"What do you want for breakfast, love?"

"As long as you make it, I don't care." Amelia turns around to give Penelope a quick, but passionate peck on the lips.

"Oh that's all I get? I spend three years of my life, that I'm never getting back by the way, cooking, cleaning, and taking care of you, and all I get is one little peck?"

".... You're aware that we've done more intimate stuff right?"

"Oh I know, but can't a girl feel at least a little appreciated?"

"Okay, I'll show you how appreciative I am on the honeymoon." Amelia winks at Penelope, along side a cocky smirk. But Penelope scoffs at her with a light blush on her cheeks.

Amelia laughs and goes into the bathroom to change. She looks into the mirror and is disappointed with what is shown in front of her. She doesn't know why, but she hates her body, and voice, and anything feminine or female for that matter about her. She pulls at her milk brown shoulder length hair, wishing it was shorter. She pokes at her chubby, pale face, wishing it was more masculine. She looks at her chest, and hips, wishing they were flat, and less curvy. Her hands hover over her chest for a moment, trembling a little as she's tempted to just tear them off. She drops her hands hesitantly in defeat, and leans against the bathroom sink. Her hazel eyes tear up a bit, but she blinks them away when she notices Penelope walk by.