Opposites attract

Parent's weekend (pt.3)

Wednesday's pov:

I decide to take one last walk around town before heading back to school. As I walk past Crackstones statue I notice my mom from the corner of my eye. I hide and watch her. She makes her was into the graveyard, I walk a little closer. She stops at a grave places a flower down then walks away. After a moment or so I sped over to see who's grave it was. There on the tombstone read:

          "Garret Gates   1972-1990"

This was the very man my father was accused of murdering. Coincidence? I think not.

Enid's pov:

As I sit down with my family for lunch me and Ajax make eye contact as he walks past to his parents. I then notice Wednesday and give her a slight wave hoping she'll look. My mom smiles.
-"are ya really gonna make me ask?"
I blush and smile.
-"me and Ajax haven't defined our relationship yet and Wednesday-"
-"I'm not talking about boys"
My mom says, shutting me down.
-"have ya wolfed out yet??"
I look back down at my plate.
-"no."
I say practicing a bit of confidence Wednesday had taught me.
-"disappointment"
My mom mumbles angrily, purposefully speaking loud enough for me to hear.
-"that's me"
I reply. It doesn't make me..sad? I've grown numb to it, I've fully excepted I'm a disappointment and I think that's what makes me sad. Is how I know it and just accept it.

Wednesday's pov:

As me and my parents quietly eat our lunch we hear the large iron doors to the yard open.
-"Gomez Addams!"
We hear a voice say, I quickly recognize it as the sheriff's. My father closes his eyes as though a part of him had been anticipating this, he then stands up as the sheriff walks over.
-"your under arrest for the murder of Garret Gates"
The sheriff says with clear happiness and pride in his voice as he handcuffs my father. My dad doesn't resist at all and fully gives into the situation. I watch as my father leaves and watch as my mothers heart breaks, but she doesn't cry. Me and Enid exchange a look and both walk off to meet at the staircase.

Enid's pov:

-"what the hell just happened!? Are you ok??"
I ask. Wednesday, like always, seems perfectly fine.
-"my father has just been arrested for murder. I'm doing great"
She replies, still as cut and dry as normal.
-"woah whatcha gonna do about it?"
She looks at me confused.
-"what am I gonna do?"
-"your Wednesday Addams meddling in situations is kinda your thing"
She thinks for a moment.
-"very true. I don't think my father could've done this. He's too soft. Perhaps I'll go visit him tonight"
I smile a bit as I listen to her. This, this was the girl that I loved and admired. She looks up at me.
-"but until then how have things been with your family? Your mother sure seems like a piece of work...no offense"
I laugh a bit.
-"things haven't been.. fantastic but hey it's alright"
I say with a smile. Wednesday seems satisfied with my answer.
-"yeah..always is.."
I lightly mumble to myself. Wednesday quickly turns back to me, did she hear?? She places her hand on my shoulder and looks up into my eyes.
-"it's ok to not be ok Enid"
-"Wednesdayyy!"
We hear her brother call. She clears her throat.
-"well I should be off...see you Enid"
I don't know why but her words brought tears to my eyes. I decided to walk back to the dorm and shoot my dad a text that I'd be gone for at least an hour.

I enter the room, grab Wednesdays jacket, collapse on my bed, and instantly begin crying. I'm sobbing like a child, hugging Wednesdays jacket, desperately wishing it was her. "It's ok not to be ok" her words said in my mind. No one had ever said something quite as comforting as that. I don't want anyone right now except Wednesday. I want her to tightly hold onto me as I cry and tell me I'll be alright. I want to feel her and smell her but I can't. This jacket is all I have.

Wednesday's pov:

I go to visit my father. They've already placed him in an ugly prison uniform. I brought Thing with me since dad is like his best friend. Thing crawls on the glass pathetically and my dad looks down at him. He places his hand on the glass for Thing. I clear my throat.
-"how's your mother?"
Dad asks.
-"terrible. She hates you in orange"
He nods in slight agreement at his distaste for the color.
-"I caught her laying a rose on a grave earlier today. The headstone read Garret Gates. The very boy you've been arrested for murdering"
My father sighs.
-"it's time you know the full story"
He says.
-"Garret was infatuated with your mother"
Wow out of all the ways to start off.
-"he mistook her kindness for interest. It all came to an end the night of the Rave'N dance"
He says, his voice changing slightly.
-"me and your mother stepped outside to...catch our breath. Garret was unstoppable, so when I saw the sword..I- it's was an accident. I'm so sorry"
My father said finishing. If I'm being objective..his confession sounds completely plausible. Delivered with the perfect degree of sincerity. Perhaps my father is exactly what he says..but then there's the matter of his tells. The way he smooths his mustache and the way he delivers a comforting wink. I've been playing Russian roulette with him since I was 12, I know them well.
-"I'm sorry I couldn't be a better father"
He says.
-"how many fathers hand their daughter a fencing blade when their 5 years old"
I quickly reply.
-"you were a natural!"
He says in defense.
-"or teaches her to swim with sharks?"
-"they found you as cold blooded as I do"
-"the perfect way to fillet a snake?"
-"they really do taste like chicken when done properly!"
He says in defense yet again.
-"the point I'm trying to make is you taught me how to be strong and independent. YOU are the reason I understand how imperative it is that I don't lose sight of myself"
He smiles s bit. This is possibly the nicest thing I've ever said to him.
-"so as far as the father department goes I'd say you've been more then sufficient"
I say walking off.

I head back to my dorm but there's no sign of Enid. I notice my jacket was on Enid's desk. I go to pick it up and I hold it near my face. It smells like Enid. I stare down at the jacket then hug it as I smell it some more. I lay down on my bed holding the jacket close to me until eventually falling asleep.