Cheryl Spellman

Fleeing

As Cheryl crept down the staircase, she saw him— a tall slender man with black as night hair slicked back. Cheryl hid behind the banister, as the man turned to her direction, his penetrating icy blue eyes searched for movement.

Cheryl's heart dropped, at that moment. "Your excellency, what is it?" Hilda's sweet voice asked.

"Nothing, Sister." the man shook his head and walked outside.

Cheryl sighs, "Whew! That was close. That was Father Faustus Blackwood, is it not?"

"Yes, dear." Hilda nodded, "Come on, I'll fix you breakfast."

As Hilda serves Cheryl waffles with the infamous Blossom Maple Syrup, Cheryl looks at Sabrina and Ambrose, who both looked terrified, and Zelda, who hid behind the morning paper. "Somebody say something!" Cheryl broke silence.

Sabrina looked at Ambrose and sighed, "It is tradition that every witch age 16 must sign their name in the Book of the Beast. As I am 16 on Halloween, I am to be baptized at Bewitching hour."

Cheryl was shocked, "I'm 16, does that mean I also need to sign?"

Zelda placed the paper aside, "Sabrina, go to your room."

Sabrina obeyed. Zelda calmly said, "No."

Cheryl stood up, "But why? I'm 16 and a witch, why am I exempted from that rule?!" seeing Hilda's expression, Cheryl realized, "Father Blackwood is my father, is he not?"

Zelda finally looked at her daughter for the first time since she got here and said nothing.

"Mum, I would never get why you gave me up and continue to push me away I've accepted the fact that you love Sabrina more than me." Cheryl sobbed, "But for once in your life, I'm asking you to be honest with me, no matter how much it hurts, I deserve that much."

Hilda looks at her sister, as Zelda breathed out, "Yes, he is your father. I gave you to the Blossoms to protect you from him and his wife. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

Cheryl ran outside; she needed to leave, back to Riverdale? She had no choice, as she had to go back if not Nana Rose will feel the wrath of Penelope. As she was about to walk out the property she felt a hand grasp her wrist, she turns to see Hilda holding her wrist.

Hilda slowly flipped Cheryl's hand so the palm was facing up; with her other hand, Hilda placed a bracelet on it and closed Cheryl's hands. "No matter, where you go, Cheryl, you will always be a Spellman."

"Thank you." Cheryl embraced her aunt.