lookinside (lookinside) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2018-02-24 12:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | #october 2017, sabrina, sabrina x sebastian, sebastian |
Who: Sabrina and Sebastian
When: Thursday evening, October 5th
Where: Main St., near Loomis Antiques
Status: Complete
Sabrina had had enough. The last two weeks had its ups and downs but lately, it had been mostly downs. She couldn’t even blame school, or her parents or fighting with friends or whatever. It was the stupid Ouija board. The stupid… whatever the hell they summoned that was now haunting everyone. Lucy had left town, and Ben, and now Jackson and Mason were gone too. Granted, Mason hadn’t been at Hunter’s house that night, but Jackson had been… that left Sabrina, Hunter, Mak and Jade. Was it a coincidence? Sabrina supposed she should be thankful that no one was dead, but it felt like that was a pretty big possibility now that they were having nightmares… and waking up with evidence of them.
She had gone to bed the night before with the board locked in her bathroom. She had dreamed she was at school, but she was alone. The building was empty, the halls dark. She hadn’t been able to find her way out, despite knowing every single corridor and exit like the back of her hand. Sabrina had known that thing was watching her, but the only sign that it was nearby was when she caught sight of it’s red eyes. All she could think to do was hide in a dark classroom, but it had found her. It’s claws had been large, nails sharp. It had touched her face, almost like a caress, before scratching her near her eye. When Sabrina screamed, it hit her hard across the face, causing her to wake up screaming in her bed. Her sheets had been soaked with sweat. Sabrina had expected her dad to rush in, but when he drank and passed out, he wouldn’t have woken up for a category five hurricane ripping the roof off.
Sweat hadn’t been the only thing dampening her pillow. There had been blood, and when Sabrina examined her face in the bathroom mirror, she found a scratch near her left eye… along with a purpling bruise. It looked like she had taken a fist to the face. Sabrina had ditched school that day - she didn’t need people thinking her dad abused her. Neglected? Sure, but he never hit her. And she sat at home, trying to re-summon that thing with the Oujia board by herself for most of the day, but had received no answers at all.
With the sun set now, Sabrina walked toward Main Street, her bag heavy from the Oujia board. She wore a pair of dark jeans and her black hoodie that was now pulled up over her face. The streets were quiet, but wet from the earlier rain. Sabrina wasn’t surprised that Main Street wasn’t busier… the weather sucked and it was a full moon tonight. People had their weird superstitions in Point Pleasant, and bad shit tended to happen on a full moon. Three weeks ago Sabrina would have laughed about it, but now she knew bad shit happened all the damn time.
She finally stopped outside Loomis Antique Shop and tugged at the door. It wouldn’t open. It was then she realized the interior was dark and the CLOSED sign was on the door. Cursing, Sabrina tugged at the door again and then cupped her hands against the door window to peer inside. She saw no one. “Son of a bitch,” Sabrina yelled, pulling back to place both hands on the door handle to yank it, thinking if she tried hard enough, it would magically open. She knew she looked, and sounded, like a crazy person, shrieking and tugging on a locked store door, but oh well. Maybe someone would call the cops. Then she could get Point Pleasant’s finest out there to tell her what she was supposed to do with a demon Oujia board before all of her friends got killed.
There was something about the rain that made Sebastian feel safe despite the full moon. Normally he’d stay inside and watch it fall, but the storm had made football practice a complete wash and he was feeling restless. So when it had cleared for more than a second, he pulled on his running shoes and took off. He’d started with his headphones on, but as the sun set that no longer felt safe, so he pulled them off to listen to the sounds around him, Point Pleasant’s calm after a storm.
Downtown was deserted, the shops all closed and nothing on the sidewalks except for the puddles that splashed up around his legs as he ran. It should have been peaceful, but instead felt eerie, like he was the only one for miles and miles and no one would hear if he screamed. It was a startling thought and he jumped when he a shout broke out in the air, cursing quietly before turning in that direction.
“Hey,” he panted, steps stopping as he surveyed the situation, Sabrina’s hands on the door handle as if she could pry it open by force of will. His eyes ticked to the window, the closed sign, the lights off inside. He brushed his wet hair out of his eyes as he caught his breath. “Everything okay?”
Sabrina whirled around at the sound of the voice behind her and it took a second to register that it was Sebastian McCarthy. Her eyes were wide and wild for a moment before she forced herself to take a breath. She glanced back at the door before stepping down off the lone, stone step. "They should be open," she explained, motioning to the store. "I need to return something." Now that Sabrina was slowly returning to sanity, she was realizing that she had never really seen a store hours sign on the window or door, and there wasn't one now. "It's just... super important I get rid of it." And yeah, that sounded crazy probably but she didn't care. Most of their classmates thought Sabrina was a nutjob, so why should Sebastian McCarthy be any different.
Sebastian looked at the shop, then down the street, where every other shop was closed. He didn’t know the store hours on any of them, but was willing to bet they closed tonight at sundown. “What do you need to return?” he asked, wondering to himself what couldn’t wait till morning. She looked desperate though, and maybe a little bit crazed, so he leaned in, putting his face on the glass as he tried to peer inside. There was no way anyone was there to take whatever she had. It was too dark. “Can you just throw it away?” He figured she wanted her money back, but if it was that important that she get rid of it, that seemed like an option.
Sabrina had been to several shops past sundown before, but she wasn't worried about the others. If everything was closed, then something super weird was happening - and maybe the full moon was enough for some people to close up, she didn't know. All she cared about now was Loomis's shop. "I don't fucking know if I can throw it away," she snapped before bringing her hands up to rub her fingers along the bridge of her nose, careful to avoid the bruising around her eye. She sighed and dropped her hands. "Sorry. I don't think I can throw it away. It'll probably just end up under my bed again. Do you think that kind of door would be hard to pick open?"
Sebastian’s hands flew up as he took a step back, eye’s wide with a look of surprise. “I’m just trying to help,” he said, calm despite her agitation at him. Taking a deep breath, he looked from her to the door, actually pondering the locks for a moment. “Depends if it’s dead bolted,” he said. If it wasn’t, then he actually knew how to pick it. It looked similar to the one on the back door of his house. That he was considering it gave him pause. “Why… What do you mean, it’ll end up back under your bed? Like…” He felt his lips twisting into a smile despite himself. “Like in a horror movie? When they try and throw the book away and it keeps coming back?”
If this had been a week ago, Sabrina would have blown him off pretty quickly. In fact, she wouldn't have even humored Sebastian for a second, despite the fact that he was trying to help her. She knew how crazy it was, going through what she and her friends were going through, but it was real and it sucked. Sabrina could tell Sebastian the truth right now and for all she knew, he'd go to school tomorrow and tell all his idiot friends that Sabrina Cox was in fact, certifiably insane. But she was honestly too tired to give a fuck about that. She reached down to open her messenger bag, tugging until she was able to pull the Oujia board out. "Yes, just like a fucking horror movie, except it's not a movie." She motioned with her free hand to her face. "See this shit? This is because of this." Sabrina lifted the Oujia board. "I bought it in there and now I need to return it. Do you know how to pick locks?"
There were some things that Sebastian knew better than to mess with and a Oujia board was at the top of that list. It was right up there under blood rituals and animal sacrifice. He didn’t even have to be a practicing witch, just one that knew magic existed, and he looked at the board like she’d pulled a dead animal from her bag. “Shit. Okay,” he nodded, looking from the board to her face. Yeah, not good. “Kind of. Do you have a driver’s license? And a hairpin? Or a paper clip?” This was just what she needed to think of him, that he went around breaking into places. Great. “You talked to something? With the board?”
Sabrina shoved the Ouija board back into her bag and then began to dig around beneath it and on the sides to find her wallet. "I don't know if I've got hair pins... maybe..." She tended to throw a bunch of crap into her bag so it was possible she at least had a paper clip from school or something. Sabrina wasn't thinking Sebastian was some kind of cretin for knowing how to break into places. If she had given it any thought, she would have learned how to pick locks too. She got her state ID out and handed it to Sebastian before digging around again and finally finding a bend paper clip. She offered it to him and arched a brow. "Oh, we didn't just talk to something. We brought it forth and all that shit. Like, me and a handful of people, four of which have all left town already if that tells you anything. It's not a coincidence. Shit's happening."
Sebastian took her license and began working on the bottom lock first, hoping he didn’t have to mess with the deadbolt and the paperclip. Chances were higher that someone would catch them trying to break in rather than him getting the door open. “So why do you think putting the board back inside the shop is going to get rid of it?” He asked, sliding the card just so along the lock. There was a satisfying click and he smiled, giving the door a tug, only to find the deadbolt was indeed locked. “Dammit,” he muttered, then started on with the paperclip. “Have you tried burning it?” He asked, as if he knew anything about dismissing the demons that came from Ouija boards. “Is everyone getting attacked? I mean… How many of there were you?”
Sabrina stood near Sebastian, her arms crossed against her chest as she watched him do whatever he was doing with the door. She was simmering with an impatience that had nothing to do with Sebastian. She was just feeling restless and wrong in all kinds of ways, and she just wanted to get rid of this board and go home. Honestly, Sabrina had no fucking clue if her plans would get rid of ... whatever was happening... but she needed to try something. Her gaze ticked from the door to Sebastian. "Why are you asking so many questions? I mean, Jesus... are you some kind of Ouija board expert? Or are you just trying to get enough information to tell your friends so you can all make fun of me?" That probably wasn't fair, only to Sabrina it was. Sebastian had never give her shit personally, but his friends had - his ex-girlfriends had. It was difficult for her to trust anyone in that particular social group. She was conveniently ignoring the part where she told Sebastian about the board, and was making him help her in her breaking and entering scheme...
Sebastian shot Sabrina a look, then stopped working on the door to turn and face her. “I'm asking because you’re toting a demon board around in your bag on the night of a full moon and I’m helping you break into a place to get rid of it,” he said, then rolled his eyes as he went back to the lock. “I wouldn’t do that,” he added quietly. He knew why she would think that though. He knew how people talked about those that believed in this kind of stuff. It was why he kept his mouth shut. Nobody wanted to be called crazy and proving it was real was how you ended up with a witch hunt. The lock made a clicking sound and Sebastian held his breath before giving it a little tug. “I believe you,” he told her as he pulled the door open for her. “I just don’t know that dropping it inside is going to work.”
The problem was, Sabrina had never believed in this stuff before. She knew as much as anyone that this town was weird, and she'd heard all the stories... she had just always laughed them off. But she had to admit Sebastian had a point. He was helping her, at least, when he didn't have to. Technically he was committing a crime, and they were both lucky no one had come by and seen them. Sabrina had no idea if Loomis had cameras or not, but it didn't matter. They weren't stealing. They were replacing. There was an immense sense of relief when Sebastian opened the door and Sabrina released a soft breath as she stepped up beside it. Did he actually believe her, or was he just being nice? Did it matter? "Keep an eye out?" Sabrina asked, pausing in the dark door frame. "If you do, I'll tell you what happened." If he wanted to know that badly, he could make sure she didn't get caught inside. Sabrina was already feeling maybe a little bit better, just knowing this board wouldn't be in her possession any longer.
“Yeah, sure,” Sebastian said, looking out towards the street as she headed inside. “Is it breaking and entering if I don’t go in?” Then, technically, he was breaking and she was entering, and was entering a crime if she didn’t break in? Or were they co-conspirators? He only realized how fast his heart was beating while he was standing there waiting, wondering what the hell she planned to do with the board when no one was there to take it. What was he doing for that matter? “I don’t normally do this,” he said, not sure if she was listening or not. “I don’t…break into places. Other than my own house. Which doesn’t count.”
"You did the breaking," Sabrina said as she wandered into the dark shop, trying not to look at all the stuff Loomis had on shelves. They creeped her out for some reason. "I'm doing the entering. So we're accomplices." She tugged the board out of her bag and set it on the register before placing the planchette on top. It didn't move, but she got the feeling it was staring at her. The shop was deadly silent and Sabrina turned quickly to walk back outside, her sneakers squeaking against the tile floor before she stepped out onto the landing with Sebastian. Sabrina exhaled swiftly, like some huge burden had just been lifted from her shoulders. "I don't care if you commit felonies every day or not. All that mattered is you broke the law for the first time, allegedly, helping me." She pulled the door shut behind her, not caring that they couldn't bolt the deadlock from outside. "Now let's start walking fast before someone sees us? Where were you going?"
Felony? Was it a felony? “Fuck,” he muttered softly, backing away from the door as he looked down the street again. No one seemed to be around to see them. There were no alarms going off. They hadn’t taken anything. Surely no one would arrest them for breaking in when nothing was really broken? Now that he was thinking about it, really thinking, he realized how reckless and impulsive it was. “I was just out for a jog. Anywhere’s good,” he said, eager to get away from the shop. It was too dark to see in from the outside, but he could imagine the Ouija board sitting there, waiting for the owner to find it. “Let’s go,” he urged.
Sabrina wasn't sure what they had done was a felony or misdemeanor, but she didn't want to wait around and potentially find out. She started walking swiftly away from Loomis's door, figuring Sebastian would keep up since he was an athlete and everything. She didn't have a destination in mind, other to put some distance between them and the shop. "I can't believe you just broke into a locked store just because I asked you to," Sabrina said with a soft snort. "I mean, don't get me wrong, it was super helpful and I'm grateful, but damn. Where did you learn to do that?"
“Yeah, me neither,” Sebastian muttered, hurrying in the direction that Sabrina chose, easily keeping pace. He wasn’t sure what had come over him, other than the feeling that they needed to get rid of the Ouija board, no matter what. It was nonsensical. “Back door, boat house, and liquor cabinet,” he said. Nothing illegal. Nothing like this. “And lots of practice. Too much free time.” And even then, he hadn’t been a hundred percent sure he could do it until the door had opened. He looked back over his shoulder, just to make sure they weren’t being followed. “Do you think it worked?”
"I don't know," Sabrina admitted, glancing at Sebastian. "Even if it didn't work, at least that thing isn't in my house anymore." Small victories, right? Sabrina shifted her bag, now much lighter, on her shoulder. Considering she barely knew Sebastian, Sabrina wasn't sure how comfortable she was telling him what had happened, but... he had risked getting into trouble to help her. Someone like Sebastian had a lot more to lose than she did if they'd gotten caught. "Some friends and I tried the board one night. It didn't do much but said it's name was Kevin, which I thought was just Hunter Barrett making shit up... but ever since then weird shit started happening to all of us. It's just getting worse. I tried to contact Kevin again earlier but nothing happened, so I thought if I got rid of the board, maybe it would leave us alone now."
“What kind of weird shit?” Sebastian asked. He’d broken the law; he might as well find out what for. If he was going to play twenty questions, now was the time, though he knew it probably should have been before he broke the locks. The hardest part to swallow was the idea that something in the board said it’s name was Kevin. Sebastian would have assumed someone was messing with him as well. “So… was it just happening to you? Or to the others, who didn’t have the board with them?” If possession of the board had nothing to do with the happenings, then why did she think leaving it at the store would rid her of the spirit.
"No, it started happening to all of us who were there. I've been hearing noises, seeing things move on their own, my door slamming shut... I've seen things. We all have." Deep down, Sabrina knew leaving the board in Loomis's shop wasn't going to stop anything, but... she had to get rid of it. She already felt a little bit lighter knowing it wouldn't be waiting for her back at home. "There's something, like, stalking us. We don't know what it is. But it's like... dark, with red eyes. Sharp nails." Sabrina pointed out the scratch on her face. "I don't think it's name is Kevin and it's not a ghost. I don't know what it is. I just wanted to get rid of the board. I'm just... tired. I don't want to end up like those horror movie teenagers who get picked off one by one."
“Who all was there?” Sebastian asked as panic began to blossom inside him. There were things he remembered from his childhood, stories his cousins used to tell him before they’d been cut out of his life. Nursery rhymes? No, it was more than that. Sebastian ran his fingers through his hair, wracking his brain for the words. “It could be a demon,” he muttered. “If it is…” He cringed at the idea. These things, he didn’t know how to help them. And the most frustrating part was that he could. He could help if he knew something, anything, about what he was. “Shit,” he sighed, frustrated. “Have you… Have you talked to anyone? Who knows about these things?” He knew he was the one sounding like a crazy person now, but hopefully the girl going on about a red eyed monster wasn’t going to judge.
"I'd rather not say who was there," Sabrina said after a moment of thought. "I don't know if they'd want me telling people." Sabrina wasn't terribly sure she trusted Sebastian - though that was mostly because Sabrina had trouble trusting most people - and she had no idea if Mak and Hunter and Jade would want him knowing what they were going through too. "I was going to go talk to Rost, the cemetery guy? He's kind of weird and is always talking about supernatural stuff. I thought maybe he'd know. I just haven't gone yet. Why, do you know someone?" Because Sebastian seemed to be humoring her, like this was not a shock to him at all. Then again, there were plenty of people who believed this stuff in Point Pleasant, so maybe Sebastian did too.
Sebastian nodded, getting that completely. This weird thing that he’d done, he wasn’t even sure he’d tell Greg. He’d probably think he’d lost his mind. They didn’t talk about his family’s history. No one did, though he knew the other five families were aware… and anyone who picked up a local history book and actually believed it. When she asked if he knew someone, he pressed his lips together, about as likely to give up names as she was. “Kind of…” He knew who he’d go to, if it was him being attacked, and it wasn’t the cemetery groundskeeper. “You should try salt. Put a ring of salt around your bed,” he said abruptly, ignoring the way his face burned with embarrassment. “Just in case leaving the board at the shop didn’t work.”
She was willing to try just about anything, but salt seemed like a temporary solution. "I'll try it," she said after a moment. "But I can't just pour salt around me wherever I go. And I don't know that salt keeps this thing out of my dreams. I'll figure it out." Sabrina's voice held plenty of determination, because she knew they couldn't just ignore what was going on. It had to end eventually. She sighed loudly then and reached up to push her hoodie down off of her head. "I don't know why you decided to stop and help, but thanks. I think most people would have just assumed I was crazy and left it at that. Obviously you believe in all this stuff?"
“No, you need a-- a bag. Thing. There are things. You can carry with you. Salt only works if you’re stationary. They can’t cross it. I don’t know about your dreams, but I think it should work? It’s for protection,” Sebastian tried to explain, his fingers drumming anxiously at his side. The whole conversation made him nervous, his desire to help at war with his reluctance to admit why he knew anything about it. He looked over at her, his steps slowing as he tucked his hands into his hoodie pockets to stop them from fidgeting. “Yeah, something like that. I don’t have a lot of experience with it, but I know a little. Enough to believe you.” He paused, biting his lip. “What’re you gonna do if it comes back?”
Sabrina paused and turned to face Sebastian. "I don't know what a bag thing is. What are they? Where am I supposed to get them?" If he knew enough to suggest it, then he had to know where Sabrina could get them. She honestly didn't care if he was embarrassed or hiding something. Everyone in this town was hiding things. Sabrina was just desperate enough to ignore all the weird things about people she knew if she could get rid of this shadow thing. "If it comes back, I guess I find a priest or some shit. But I'd rather try whatever I can first. So, like, I need more than vague answers, Sebastian. If you believe me, cool, awesome, so help me out here."
“You’re gonna think I’m crazy,” Sebastian said, crossing his arms over his chest. “I don’t need everyone at school knowing I believe in all this. It’ll never go away.” Her demon might, especially if she got a priest involved, but his had been chasing his family for centuries. He knew how hard his parents worked to pretend they were normal, but they lived in Point Pleasant. If they didn’t teach their kids something, they were setting them up to get in even worse trouble. Like Sabrina had. “I learned this-- this saying when I was little. ’Salt on the door, salt on the floor, bag in your pocket, then salt it some more. Iron and water, the kind from a priest, keep ‘em at bay lest be killed by the beast.’” He bounced on his toes, looking away from her, jaw tight. “It’s ways to protect yourself from demons and evil spirits. You need a hex bag. You can get one from a witch.”
Sabrina lifted both arms in mild exasperation. "I just told you I've got a demon chasing me and attacking me in my dreams and you think I'm going to think you're crazy? Consider my mind way open right now. So open that it might explode." She brought her hands to her head and mimicked the explosion before dropping her arms to her sides again. "I'm not stupid enough to tell people at school that you believe in this weird shit. What good would that do me?" He was popular, lived in Overlook and played sports. Sabrina would be the one ostracized, not Sebastian. "So, I need salt. Holy water is easy, since the church always has the basin of water by the doors. A hex bag from a witch? Well, rumors are there are plenty of those in town. I just gotta find one, right?"
He understood her frustration. Had he been in her shoes, he probably would’ve been shaking her by now. Her head explosion did earn a little smile from him, enough that he uncrossed his arms and hooked his thumbs in his hoodie pockets. “I’m just being careful, okay?” He got it though. It wouldn’t make her look good either to start going on about demons and magic. “I’ve never really understood how to use the holy water, but yeah, a witch. There’s a few in town.” He wasn’t sure if they’d like teenagers showing up at their door though. At least there was one he thought he could easily ask. Sebastian just wasn’t sure what it would cost. “If you go, can I go with you?” In for a penny, in for a pound, he thought.
There were a few witches in town. How bizarre. Sabrina knew the history of Point Pleasant, but she just figured it was a Salem-type thing, where innocent people were persecuted for valid reason. But 'witch' didn't necessarily mean magic. Maybe they were just Wiccan and believed in herbal remedies and all that. She eyed Sebastian, wondering why everyone wanted to go with her with this kind of stuff. Mak with Rost, and Sebastian with a nameless witch. This was her life now! "Yeah, you can go with me, if you want, but you're going to have to tell me who to go to. It's not like people are walking down the street wearing a sandwich board that reads I'm a witch, ask me how!."
“No, they don’t,” Sebastian said with a little laugh. “Let me know when you want to go, if you want to go, and I’ll take us. I don’t know if she’d want me giving her name out. I just know… I know she practices. And should be able to help.” He had the feeling he should probably talk to his dad if he was going to drop in on Reagan Kelly, but admitting why didn’t really appeal to him. Plus, if his mother found out he was messing with magic, there’d be all kinds of hell to pay. No, it was better to do this himself, with what little knowledge he had. If he absolutely had to involve his family, he could always ask his brother. “Does that work?”
Sabrina released a slow breath, working out the logistics in her head. What a bizarre night this had been. But... maybe it would end up being beneficial to her. She quickly thought over her plans for the next few nights, and then realized Sebastian would definitely be the type to go to Homecoming. Ugh. "What about Sunday?" she asked him after a moment of thought. "You don't do church or anything, do you?" Sabrina had absolutely no idea if this nameless witch would be busy or not, but hell, it couldn't hurt to try. If she could get something that would help Mak and Hunter and the others, even better. Sabrina wasn't sure what to do otherwise.
The only day that was completely out of the question was Friday. He knew he’d go directly from school to the football game, so there’d be no time to go see Reagan about anything. Not unless it became an emergency. In which case, he’d probably just give in and give Sabrina her name. But it didn’t sound urgent now, which worked better for the both of them. “Sunday’s fine. No church, but I might be out late Saturday, so can we maybe not go before noon?” He’d been hoping to party the night before, which should mean sleeping in the next morning. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone and opened it to a new contact. “Let me get your number. I’ll text you so you have mine.”
Sabrina snorted softly. "Not before noon, got it." Saturday was homecoming and she imagined people would be having parties all night. What else was there to do in this town? She pulled her bag open and dug around before she felt her fingers close over her cell phone while rambling off her phone number to Sebastian. This whole freaking night had been so bizarre and Sabrina wasn't sure what was more weird - breaking into Loomis's store to return that Ouija board, or exchanging phone numbers with Sebastian McCarthy, who apparently knew witches. "Just don't forget," she said. "Or I'll be blowing up your phone. No hangovers."
“Got it,” Sebastian said, adding her number, then sending her a quick text so she’d have his. This was the only part of the night that felt normal to him, exchanging numbers with someone so they could meet up later. He figured everything else was what he deserved for wandering out on a full moon. “I won’t forget,” he told her, locking his phone and sliding it back in his pocket. “No guarantees on the rest.” He didn’t necessarily want a hangover, but he wasn’t going to let this keep him from partying at homecoming.
Sabrina shrugged and slipped her own phone back into her bag. It was his problem if he had a hangover and had to deal with her on Sunday. Because she was determined to do something about this problem, and Sebastian had offered to help, so she was going to make sure he helped. "I should get home, I guess," Sabrina said, sighing as she glanced over her shoulder. She had quite a walk ahead of her, but it felt lighter than it had when she first left her apartment. "I guess it goes without saying, but don't tell anyone about this, okay? I mean, I don't think we'll get in trouble, or anything, but... you know."
“Yeah, me too,” Sebastian sighed. He had a good long run ahead of him before he got home. Now he wished one of them had a car to offer the other a ride. Oh well. He shook his head, laughing just a little. “Trust me, I wouldn’t. Everyone I know would think we were crazy.” Except for his family, but they’d be pissed. There was no way he was speaking of this to anyone, which was just a little bit frustrating. He wanted to tell someone. He felt a little like he’d lost his mind tonight and needed to be talked back down. He started to back away, giving her a tiny smile. “Be safe, okay? And don’t forget about the salt.”
Sabrina gave Sebastian a thumbs up and started walking backwards away from him before turning and starting back down the road. She would definitely have to text Mak about the salt thing... and everything else. Mak was the smart one... Sabrina wasn't sure knowledge of witchy things and all that was part of Mak's smart-girl database, but if Sabrina needed a logical mind to talk her through this, Mak was it. Sabrina left Sebastian, assuming he'd get home just fine, and started walking faster toward Castle View. When she finally got home, she found the apartment empty - her dad must still be at the bar. It was otherwise quiet, which had Sabrina breathing a sigh of relief. She got her phone out and dumped her bag to the floor before shrugging out of her jacket. She left it draped over a chair and headed for her bedroom.
When she stepped inside her room, Sabrina shut the door and turned to sprawl out on her bed so she could text Mak. But she stopped cold at the sight of the Oujia board in the middle of her rumpled bed, a note resting on top of it. With her heart pounding and her fingers tightening around her phone, Sabrina stepped forward, just close enough to read the words scrawled in dark marker on the small piece of paper: No Returns Accepted.