Woe it's Wenclair

"You're safe."

Enid's POV
I've only been back home for a few days, but im ready missing Nevermore and my friends. Texting helps, but Yoko is on a trip and busy. As for Wednesday, well, she's doing well for being herself. Hating technology and all. Mom hasn't said much of anything to me at all ever since I got home, I haven't even told them I've wolfed out. I don't know what they'd do. Maybe they'd stop ignoring me, but I don't know if I want their attention. Dad's fine, but I wish he would speak up more.

"ENID!" My mother yells.

Oh no. What did they find out? I've hidden my scars from them, they noticed but I told them it was just a fight with a Werewolf. They weren't too worried about that. They even asked if it helped me wolf out. Disgusting. I trample down the stairs, putting my hands behind my back, looking slightly down. As I get to the bottom I see mother standing there looking into my eyes. I almost shiver.

"Yes?" I ask, quietly.

"You had your way with the summer camp so far. But I think you know this question is overdue. It's only because I love you honey. Did you wolf out yet?"

"Uh," I swallow. "Not yet."

I don't know exactly why I lie.

"I thought so. Come have a talk with me and father."

"Uhmm, ok."

I slowly walk over to the living room. Dad is sitting on the couch, looking miserable like he lost some argument. He looks at me in despair. This is when I freak out.

"Dad? What's happening?"

"Nothing. We're just here to talk." He says it with remorse, almost like he wants to take back the words.

"Enid. Sit." Mother grabs my hand. I know better than to pull away.

Mother looks at me with this fake pity, and Father can't seem to meet my eyes.

"Please. What's going on?" My voice shakes.

"We can imagine how horrible it must feel for you to not be able to wolf out. Feeling alone. Feeling like a nobody-"

I grit my teeth.

"We all know it's best for you to finally be normal. You're father and I have talked, and we've come up with a few choices for you."

"No." I spit the word out glaring at mother. She tightens her hand.

"Ow!"

"Listen to us."

"O-Ok."

"You can go off to the summer camp, or your brothers will help you to wolf out tonight."

"Help? What does that mean? You want them to beat me up? Your own daughter?"

"That's not fair Enid. Don't say it like that."

"Like what? The truth?"

My father stays silent. Mother looks at me cold.

"You have two options. It's time to rip the band-aid off."

"Dad? Are you gonna say anything about this?"

He looks at the floor.

"Maybe it's best."

"Best?" I mean to scream, but only a small croak comes out. I start to cry.

Without thinking, I jump up, run to my room and lock the door.

No. No. No. No. This can't be happening. I'm not going to that conversion camp or have my own family beat me till I'm bloody. Think Enid, think.

Suddenly there's a knock at the door.

"No. I'm not doing it!"

"It's- it's your father."

Oh. Well it's not like he's helped.

"What do you want?"

"I'm sorry Enid. Let me talk to you."

I want to leave it closed and cry until my pillow is all wet, but miraculously, I open the door.

Dad stands on the other side, looking into my eyes.

"I talked to your mother. Nothing is happening tonight."

I know it's not enough, but I'm still relieved. I hug him. I don't need to say anything. He closes the door and sits on my bed. Then he holds me and strokes my hair. It's stupid, but there's something comforting about it. Then he begins to whisper.

"You're safe Enid. You're safe."

I lose it. I cry all over his shirt.

"You're safe."