Midnight Memories (Wavier) story

Part 2

He was determined. How could he lose such hope he had been keeping ahold of for nearly 7 years now. Normally he was a very chilled dude. Most people see him as someone who is quiet and Keeps his head in a canvas. He knew no matter what Wednesday was always going to be the one that was intrigued and indulged in his paintings the most. She saw the deeper meaning. Was he really about to give all that up because of a stupid act that had no hope of her returning a such kind act. Wednesday just wasn't known for that. Although he did take back what he said in the cell, he wondered if it did ever hit her to the point she doubted herself over it.

He was a troubled boy. He just longed for someone to actually want him. He wanted someone who he knows cares about him. He thought maybe Wednesday could give him that. But he knew it was all in his head.

Wednesday on the other hand echoed the hollow room that reminded her of a coffin. It was a great scenery. Nobody ever dared to step foot into her room. She was at peace when it came to intruders. However when it came to her thoughts it was like she was being yelled at. So violently like how Crackstone yelled at Thornhill to be quiet. She couldn't get this long haired, perky face boy out of her head. Realising it's a battle that she can not win.

She reached for the Horrible slave sucking device. As she unlocked it and saw the name that made bat unclips from her black heart and flutter around her intestines freely. Such emotions bottled and boiled in a girl who is a maniac over feelings and hating anyone who had them. She began To indent her ice tipped thumbs on the screen simply texting the boy. "This slavery device works." And sent it. She wasn't expecting to wait so long for a reply. She knew he would fall down on his knees and crown the floor she walked on whenever she wanted to. She wasn't that dumb to spot the signals she simply ignored them wanting to say away from catching them back. She sometimes thinks that what caused her to stress so much and put him in prison.

4 hours has passed and the raven girl had yet to hear from the artist. Did he really not want to talk to her. But somehow a feeling she yet to experience took over her. She was ready to kill anyone that could of possibly stepped in the way of stopping him from replying. That until her screen which enlighten with a photo of her torturing her brother showed the band of a notification. "Glad it does. Gotta say was shocked you actually text I thought u would hate me for gifting you such thing!" As a wide grin appeared on her porcelain white face. She smiled. She quickly stopped herself. She couldn't think of anything more mortifying then her current expression. She had to hide away from Xavier. But she wanted to and was drawn back to him. "Hope you don't expect me to keep texting you!" She said almost suffocating and her breathing came irregular. What was this boy doing to her.

Suddenly her head got drawn back as she falls to the floor. Waking up unaware of her surroundings.

"Wednesday" the voice pierced her eardrums. Something so unpleasant about the voice. Who was it. She looked around seeing nobody. Nothing at all just a path that lead to a dead end. It seemed to be midnight. She hopped onto her feet the sound of her docks and the concrete smacking together. The more she pushed herself down the street. "Emotions are for the weak. And putting yourself at near cremation is for the stupid" she remembered that voice. The lower volume which was once her voice. " I'm Xavier... Xavier Thorpe" what was this some type of flash back. "Wednesday I know you said I don't need to know anymore or any less but I'm glad I rekindled with you. I just wish you could see we have to make OUR own path from here. Together not alone. I want to help you with every mystery." So it wasn't a flash back well it's was but it was also the future. She refused she shrieked at the fact the only way out is to never know Xavier or to Carry everything she stands against with him.

Suddenly pugsely came into her room as she woke up. " you have a guest, mother and farther are very surprised to say the least" she was confused who knew about the Addams monochrome manor? It couldn't be anyone from Nevermore! Surely. As she made her way down The stairs she was met with someone similar to Xavier. But it wasn't him. " Hello Wednesday I'm Vincent Thorpe... I'm Xavier's dad" she stared at him. So he dared to visit her but not either his own son. " So I've heard shouldn't you be with Xavier? You know Repaying him for all the family weekends you missed all the Christmas' you missed? What are you doing here in my house?" He looked at her dead in the eyes. " Im actually here for a request. Xavier's therapist said he was struggling a lot and I know part of it was because of you so I'm asking you if you could guard him but don't let him know I set u up to it. I don't care about him. I just care about my image as a farther." She was mortified. "I'm sorry I want me to look after him because u want ur image to be golden!? Ur mental even more then Tyler and Thornhill! But yes I will not for your image but because I owe him so much myself" The older Thorpe smirked " Pack your bags then and we shall be off to the Thorpe residence"