Darkness at the Heart of My Love || Wenclair

Chapter 10: To Save Enid.

The fog lifts and I see Enid. I immediately try to run to her but I feel like I have been chained to the wall, unable to move. I hear laughter as something pulls Enid out of the embankment. Whatever it was must've taken Enid before I got here. The fog closes back in before I can see which direction she was taken but I hear what sounds like water rushing, maybe a river?, when I see a figure standing in front of me, hidden by the fog, but not much taller than me. "You must find her. She needs you. Don't let her go. She even lo-" the voice sounded familiar but I was unable to pinpoint who it was. But before whoever that was could finish the sentence, I was thrown back to reality. I hit the ground, my head pounding from a headache that hit me like a freight train.

I have to find Enid. I take a chance and run toward the stream that runs near the house, the same one I attempted to drown Pugsley in years ago. Unfortunately, it was far from where I was now but I need to get to Enid if she's in danger. Before I can go anywhere, Thing pops out from behind a tree. "Thing, do you have any idea where Enid is?" he gives me a thumbs down saying he has not seen her. Shit. "Has the family been patrolling the grounds like my father said he was going to?" Thing taps out no and that the family is arriving later today. Great. 

"Thing, go back and tell father and mother that Enid has been taken. I saw it in a vision. I'm headed to the stream to see if she's there. Don't let them come but just let them know. Understood?" He immediately runs towards the house and I put Enid's hair clip in my pocket. She will probably want it back. I run toward the stream, not wasting any time. If Enid fell, then she could be hurt. If she is hurt, she might not be able to fight. If she can't fight, whatever took her could kill her or injure her worse. I feel a burning sensation in my eyes as I think about what could be happening to Enid, but I quickly fight back that sensation and focus on getting to her.

After a while of running, I finally made it to the wood line near the stream. I unsheathe my longer, sharper knife from my waistband. I look down to see small pools of blood. My heart wrenches at the sight but I keep moving, silently as I make my way toward the bank of the stream. The stream isn't very large or deep, but it is pretty noisy, which gives me good cover so nothing could hear me getting close. Although I am quiet on my feet already, I appreciate the extra sound proofing to be able to sneak up on whatever took Enid. I look around the banks of the stream, 

I make my way across the stream and enter another set of woods. I see more small pools of blood and although I am worried it's Enid's, I am thankful for finally finding a trail. It's almost dusk already and this hunt for Enid is starting to take a toll on me. I swear, whenever I find what or who took her I will kill them, not just for hurting Enid, but for wasting my time when I could have been writing. I stop, listening to a new sound I seem to be getting close to.

Quiet Whimpering. As if someone is in pain.

Something in my chest feels different. Almost a painful feeling, as I creep closer to where the whimpering is coming from, the more that pain increases. I finally come to a clearing and see Enid. My heart stops and I feel the pain in my chest tighten, my eyes start to burn, and it feels like there's a lump in my throat. I throw my knife and rush over to Enid, falling on my knees beside her as I start to check for a pulse and at the same time, checking for wounds. The pain in my chest subsides slightly when I feel a pulse, a weak one, but a pulse. Her jeans and her shirt are covered in blood, but it doesn't look like hers. She is bleeding, she has a few gashes on her, but not enough to cause that amount of blood. As I start to prepare myself to carry her back to the house to better assess her, I hear a voice coming from the other side of the clearing.

"Stay away from her. Or you will be next, Wednesday Addams." A sinister yet shaky voice says. Almost of that of someone who is injured and trying to hide their true voice. I unsheathe another knife and start to walk towards where I heard the voice coming from. "Why are you going after Enid, and not me?" I say practically growling as the words escape my mouth, furious they have hurt Enid. "Oh but I am coming after you Wednesday. But it's easier to hurt the people you care about first. Since that is your biggest weakness. Feelings. Admit it Addams, seeing Enid barely alive made you feel something. Made you weak. I could have killed you without you realizing it. You were focused on Enid. Almost as if you Love her."

Fire burns in me as I hear everything that was said. It was true. I let my guard down, I let myself feel and worry about Enid before checking my surroundings. Before I can continue to interrogate or even get closer to get a look at who this might be, I hear whatever it was run away into the woods. Unfortunately, I cannot follow because of Enid. I will be damned if I leave her alone again.

Never again.

I pick my knives up and sheath them back in their respective spots. I kneel next to Enid and move the hair out of her face. She is still passed out, bleeding a little from the few cuts she got. I am sorry, Amore Mio (my love), but your safety is more important than my feelings. I stand back up and pick her up, carrying her back to the house. She might not be fully unconscious, because she almost snuggles into me as I carry her.

It's a long trek back to the house, the only light I have now is the moon, which shines brightly on Enid's face. After walking for about an hour, taking breaks because my arms are exhausted, I finally make it back to the house. I open the door and my mother, father, and Thing are standing there. I don't acknowledge them other than giving a look expressing that Enid is okay. I carry her up to her room and lay her in her bed, then grabbing the first aid kit from the closet and wrapping her gashes and cleaning up the blood. I am very uncomfortable with the idea of looking through her things, so I grab one of my black sweatshirts and a pair of sweatpants and leave them next to her bed. I place a note saying I left these for her if she wants them and I quietly leave her room. I walk down the hall and enter my room, closing the door and I lay on my bed.

I hate admitting feelings. Feelings are a nuisance and get in the way. Whatever or whoever that was right. I let my feelings get in the way. My feelings for Enid, seeing her hurt, something in me cared for her. I love her. This damn family curse. But it doesn't matter. Her safety is more important. I shall not let my feelings, or this curse, get in the way again. I can't let her get hurt, even if its hurts me.