Hanging Of Three

chapter four trials

I burst through the doors of the town house jail and pant bending over slightly as I try and catch my breath.the sheriff looks up at me from the mood paper with his dusty boots propped up on his desk,"may I assist you ma'am ?" He says calmly.i rush to his desk , "Bridget Bishop ish she here?!" I speak anxiously. He looks over to the last sell and nods with his head. I rush over and whines," mom no what happened a are they gonna let you go?" My mind begins to flood with sadness and questions. My mom sinks to her knees with calmness and slips her skinny arms through the bars and caresses my cheeks, her hands warm and feels reassuring as I kneel down with her on the dusty floor I shut my eyes as she holds my face with kindness and love. I begin to beg her not to leave me but she interrupts my begging sobs," my sweet Sybil it will be okay my love I assure you." I look to the sheriff who has returned to his reading of the news paper and asks in a crying tone, " c can I bail her out w what's her bail?" He looks to me with his eyes like a devil and smirks he says in a soft and low voice," silly girl witches don't have bail." I wince at the words as it feels like a knife stabbing my heart i look to my mom and she smiles. A smile of reassurance and love I shake my head knowing what she's going to say," my precious daughter go home, clean the house, eat and sleep trial will be in two days get it together and come to my trial and help me. But if I go and get hung on the gallow never forget my presence by your side." She lets go of my cheeks and retreats her hands back through the bars I nod choking down the lump of tears swelling in my throat and leaves. As I leave I can feel the eyes of the sheriff on me like daggers stabbing me in the back.