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Tituba was suspended and expelled, obviously. I was expecting the other shoe to drop, a part of me was wanting to be expelled. Unfortunately for her she started going to some public school in Lynn. Haven't heard much from her, oh well.
Staring longingly out my bedroom window and saw John Proctor walking to my house! I giddy myself in excitement, he's probably coming over to confess his love for me! That he broke up with that Harlot Elizabeth and wants to run away with me to start a chicken and lamb farm and a family in Cambridge!
He approaches the door and rings the bell,
“ABBY! YOUR HUSBAND IS HERE” Betty belted from downstairs. Thank the Goddess Parris isn't here. I run down the stairs and open the door to see John's handsome rugged face
“Hey, Abigail” he said
“John! It's great to see you again! It's been so lonely since Titi was expelled… I'm ready for you to bed me again!” I flirted back
“Look Abs, we need to talk” he responded.
FUCK. He's going to break up with me. I knew that's why he was coming here! To rip off the bandaid And tell me that he hates me and has been planning to abandon me from the beginning.
He continued “I talked with Elizabeth and Reverend Hale, they hounded me about not showing up to church recently. The ten commandments, you know. Thou shalt keep the Sabbath holy, thou shalt not commit…Adultery.”
“Okay? So? You're finally gonna stop cheating on me with that wench Goody! That's a good thing John! We could plan out our future in Cambridge together! The educated man and homemaker farm wife”
“Williams, stop, you're being delusional”
WHAT THE FUCK?!?!? Is this what he wants for our first fight as a couple? How can he be so disrespectful? I hope he dies, Elizabeth Goody too, I hope they both get what they deserve
“Goody did this to you, didn't she? Set you up against me after we fully embraced each other. I love you, John! Please please don't leave me for that evil catholic whore” I asked confidently
John replied “Abigail, there was NOTHING between us. That night in the barn never happened. It was a lapse in judgement. We kissed once 3 years ago and nothing more, with everything happening in Salem, the witch hunt and all, I really don't need to be involved in a scandal”
I can't believe this. John betrayed me after practically proposing to me. I'm gonna kill him, I can't, that would be bad for my reputation. In a fit of justified rage I told John
“Fuck you, John Proctor. You and your wicked homewrecker girlfriend are DEAD to me!”
I gently push him out from the doorframe and slam the door in his face. I ran to the living room in a red hot rage, screaming, crying. This is the worst thing that's ever happened to me. He lied to me, manipulated me. He's EVIL! I can't believe I let myself fall in love with him. He ripped my heart out and stomped on it.
Betty heard me crying and came In to comfort me
“Abby, I heard everything, I'm so sorry” she said softly
“I hate him, he abandoned me, I hate him so gosh dang much”
“Good, you could do better anyway” she said, being reasonable for once
The doorbell rang, my tears stopped, and I ran to the door! I assumed it was John coming back to apologize to me, that he came to his senses and chose me! But no. I open the door and there are children in costumes. Pointed hats and robes, devil horns, a girl dressed up as a witch. Taunting me.
“Trick or treat!” They say in unison, what sort of worldly pagan ritual is this?
The girl dressed like an ugly witch piped “Do you have any candy?”
Disgusting. Knocking on my door, interrupting me, demanding candy from me. These children are clearly Satan worshipping Cultists who do all the things real wiccans are accused of doing.
“Be Gone! I will not fall for your cruel tricks! Treat on the fruit of Mother Goddess”
I slam the door again. The same thing happened last year. I hear through the door a child screaming
“What's your problem, lady”
I storm upstairs and lock myself in my room. Staring out the window waiting for Uncle Parris's car to pull in.
Hours pass, it starts to get dark and rain. Parris pulls into the driveway and opens the door. I ran back down the stairs.
“Uncle Parris! How have you been! You you've had a busy day, haven't you”
“What do you want, Abigail” he replied
“I have a confession to make”
He pauses “is that so?”
“I saw John Proctor and Elizabeth Goody practicing witchcraft! They were dancing in the Proctor Barn, crafting spells, wearing costumes, speaking tongues!”
Betty joined in “it's true! Proctor and Goody are both witches!”
“Dear God”