Burn slow

Chapter 3| Texting a boy

In this work I want to let Wednesday be Wednesday as much as possible. It's interesting for me to display how and what real Wednesday would think about. So sometimes I will add some weird or spooky things to reach maximum effect.

Love you, guys
Oryna
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I was in a dining room pretending to eat pig's eye soup. I was thinking: if it was possible to cut out the eyes from the body, would it be possible to remove "Tyler's" feeling out of me? If yes, I would gladly go under knife of a surgeon. Maybe he would even try to find a soul in my body. But the search would be pointless because you cannot find something that is absent.
- How well that we gathered at the table! - exclaimed Mother disturbing me from my thoughts. I rolled my eyes but Morticia pretended that she didn't notice it and sipped from the crystal glass with red wine.
- The entire family is here! - Father tried to support his wife when he got the idea that neither I nor Pugsley weren't overjoyed with the family meeting.

I was catching the eyes from the soup with a spoon having eaten nothing. The phone vibrated so I knew that Xavier had sent me a new portion of remedy - a message. I moved the bowl aside and headed to my room. I wanted to be alone.
- Where are you going? - Mother was outraged by my behaviour. I stopped near the steps.
- Going to my room.
- We haven't finished our dinner yet, - Mother insisted.
- I have, - my phone vibrated again.
- Are you texting a boy? - Mother continued questioning me. - And where did you take this phone? You've always avoided modern technology, - she couldn't keep herself from asking questions.
- It's non of your business, - I fended off after a short pause.
- Young lady! - Father wanted me to be polite but he demanded too much.
- You behave yourself like this because of that boy? - Morticia crossed all the borders.

I continued my way to the room paying no attention to the shouts of my parents.

I locked my room from inside not to let anyone disturb me.

Xavier recorded a video to show me his painting. I saw two birds: a dove and a raven. There was one more character present at the picture - a coyote. It was trying to catch the raven but the dove was protecting the black bird. "And look at it, Wednesday!" - Xavier addressed to me with excitement at the video. He waved his fingers and the picture came to life. The dove, raven and coyote got out the picture and started chasing each other across Xavier's room causing a huge mess. It was a big room and it was supposed to be a posh one. I noticed a marble floor and a sophisticated stucco on the walls at which the old music posters and other Xavier's pictures hung. The bed was twice less than mine covered with a brown checkered blanket. The furniture was ostentatiously simple. The big windows were opened for sunlight. Yuck.
- Xavier! - I heard someone's voice on the video. For a second I could see a blonde tall slim woman. - You can't let your stupid paintings ruin the...!"

The video got over. Xavier wasn't in contact for several hours. I got the next message from him at midnight lying in the bed:

Xavier:
"Sorry, Stacy has spoiled everything"

Me:
"Who is she?"

Xavier:
"My stepmother"

Me:
"I didn't know you have a stepmother"

Xavier:
"My father married this woman a week ago"

After this message I got another one almost immediately.

Xavier:
"Fuck"

Me:
"You don't seem very excited"

Xavier:
"I'm fucking happy. The only thing that keeps me from a rope and soap is that soon they gonna leave to have a honeymoon somewhere in tropics for a month so I'll be on my own"

Me:
"Splendid thing"

I sent and then harried up to clarify:

Me:
"I mean to be on your own".

Xavier:
"Depends"

I didn't reply. Solitude has almost always been the best option for me.

I didn't notice how I fell asleep with the phone in my hands.