Gladdy Daddy X Reader

Chapter 2

the next day flew by very fast. my two dogs slept at my feet for most of it, snoring obnoxiously as I scrolled on my computer/phone, searching for a good new Wattpad story to read. soon the night fell, thick clouds hung low on the night sky, the beginnings of a storm rumbling over the city. I tightened my cloak around my shoulders, the black fabric shielding me from unwanted eyes as I tread through the street, my boots splashing in the puddles along the side of the road glittering with the lights of the streetlamps casting my shadow far ahead of me, making me look far taller than I really was. 

the meeting was held closer to my home, the location decided on our special group chat. as I climbed through the thick bush, kicking through the dirt, my cloak catching on the rough branches. finally, heaving, I push myself up onto the rock. Gladys was already waiting, her deep brown eyes reflecting the few lights that broke into the clearing. 

"Gladys."

"y/n." 

I pull myself up to my full height, dusting the dirt off of my cloak. I didn't want to sit down next to her, my enemy, my worst nightmare. times like these I wondered why I ever joined y/b/f/n's group. I enjoyed their company, but not Gladys's. she was conniving, evil, she set rules for the community to follow. during the day, she was Gladys Berejiklian, but at the night, she was a member of our special cult,  one of the gang, breaking the covid rules. 

the bushes rustled loudly, I jumped closer the Gladys, eyes widened in terror. my muscles relax as I see y/f/n enter the clearing. they grin, holding their candle up and shaking it slightly. they don't talk much, that same, wide grin plastered on their face, looking forward to each session to pour the hot wax onto the other person leg, starting the meeting. 

people say we are a cult. but we prefer family. 

I shake out my arms, glancing towards Gladdy, who is looking over at y/f/n, nodding in acknowledgment of their arrival. the next person to arrive is scomo. he strides into the clearing, his chest puffed out, proudly adorning his black cloak. 

"y/n! Lovely to see you again, so sorry for missing last night's meeting, busy." he waves his hand in my direction, not really caring about my reaction. I sigh, knowing he will never truly care about our family. he sits down next to Gladys and they begin to discuss work stuff, hushed and secretive. slowly everyone arrives, the moon rising higher and higher in the night sky and by the time 11 pm comes everyone is here and sitting in the circle. 

we had chosen 11 pm because it was the easiest time for anyone, no one would be still at work or struggling with rush hour. and after we were nearly caught in a meeting by some civilians, or as we like to call them, uneducated beings, Gladys set up the curfew to prevent us being caught again. Gladys made her announcements every day at 11 am in honour of our family.  

we lit our candles, our faces finally illuminated by the fire, and. we let them sit for a while, in silence, to melt the wax. soon everything was ready,  and the seething hot wax poured directly onto the sensitive skin on your thigh was welcomed with gasps through teeth and laughs. y/b/f/n stands again. they had started the family a couple of years ago, welcoming very few people. getting Gladys and Scomo in was her biggest accomplishment. but now? perhaps there was something bigger than friendship and the family going on between them. 

"I have found a hotel to use. I have...taken care of the people inside the hotel, so there is no need to worry about costs. we have the whole place for as long as we want. it's very isolated, about an hour out of the city. it'll be a lot of fun. and a good break from the relentless covid rules that our dear Gladys has set up for us."

dear? I'm sure it was nothing. but now I was paranoid, analysing every word my best friend says because I couldn't imagine them together. a sick feeling in my stomach at the idea. I tried to push the thoughts from my mind, trying to focus on our family time instead. 

y/f/n pulls out the biscuits, frosted with icing, placing them in the centre for us to devour. I take one, hugging my knees to my chest in the cold, the hard wax on my leg pulling at the hair. a strike of lighting followed by a loud clap of thunder warns us, but we all sit, discussing the happenings of our lives and possible new members to initiate. the evening was going perfectly, the rain began to fall in thick heavy sheets again, drowning out the sound of our voices, each raindrop fell hard enough to hurt your skin. the trees thrashed in the wind, but here in the clearing, guarded by the sturdy trunks and dense un-moving foliage, it was quiet and reminded dry for some time until the lush layers of leaves above all got drenched and began to drip down on us. the shadow of a bat could be seen flitting between the leaves, but other than that the night was silent and empty. 

by one, the wax on our legs began to slip from the rain and constant movement. we pushed our candles into the centre of the circle, placing each wax blob into the flame to let it melt. then, once all the wax was remelted, our family meeting was adjourned. I chose to squash the flame of my old candle with my fingers, damp from the rain, while Gladys and y/b/f/n went off toward a puddle by themselves. I stood, staring, my limbs rooted still. what were they talking about?

I stepped back, teetering on the edge of the rock to crouch down low in the bush, letting my cloak consume me, hiding me from their view. everyone said their goodbyes, leaving only y/b/f/n and Gladys. their candles were extinguished, they stood close, whispering. i needed to get closer. 

"you're putting my career in danger."

"no one will know you're gone." 

"what if they do."

"ill take care of it, just like I took care of the bodies at the hotel." 

the two of them passionately make out, practically sucking at each other's faces. I am disgusted and disappointed and angry. how could my best friend not tell me? and why Gladys, of all of the members. I wanted to run out there and rip them apart, throw my best friend to the floor and scream and cry all at the same time. how could they do this to me? I lose my footing, my boots slipping on the wet rock and I tumble down the hill, my screams lost to the thundering rain.