Woe it's Wenclair

Explanations

Enid
I'm thoroughly confused. Wednesday's eyes dart across the room, looking at all my stuff. Or maybe avoiding me.

"Your room is horrendous."

"You asked to come in here."

"...true."

"So... are you gonna explain the being here a full day earlier?"

"I did."

"You just came in here and attempted to kill my mom."

"Don't insult me. The job would have been done if you-"

"Calm down, I'm not insulting you. I'm asking you a question. How did you get here so fast?"

"I already- oh, I see. You threw your phone somewhere in a fit, and still haven't checked it, have you?"

"What, how-"

"You've done it with Ajax. It's quite stupid, it leads to a myriad of misunderstandings."

"You lead to a myriad of misunderstandings!"

"What?"

"I don't know. Can you tell me now?"

"The moment you started acting queer-"

I break out into giggles.

"Queer?!"

I fall down on the bed and put a hand to my mouth.

"Would you stop that? I assume you think I'm using a different meaning of the word, don't you? I meant weird, strange, odd, peculiar-"

"PECULIAR?"

This is too funny. Peculiar? Mary Poppins, Tea cup, laced dress, peculiar? Is she eighty?

"You were acting weird."

I somehow stop laughing and rub my eyes as I see her standing over me. She continues.

"And so, I informed my parents of the matter, and we found the nearest jet and came here."

"The nearest jet?"

"Yes."

"It's better if I don't ask, right?"

"Correct."

"So I yelled at you, and you thought, I'm going to take a jet to get to Enid faster, to save her or whatever?"

"In summary."

"I thought you didn't care about people."

"I don't."

"Liar."

She cares about me. I reach up to touch her face. She steps away.

"Oh, sorry. I forgot."

She looks down at her shoes, standing on the bright carpeting. I sit up.

"I guess I just missed you."

"We've messaged."

"Yeah, but, I haven't seen you."

"Why does that matter?"

"Well, I don't know, it's nice to actually be around you again."

She doesn't say anything. Shit. I'm being too emotional. Wednesday doesn't do emotions. I try to backpedal.

"It's makes sense if you don't feel the same, I get it, really, there's not much to miss of me."

"Don't say that." She looks up at me, arms uncrossing.

"What?"

"Don't say that."

I get off my bed and stand near her. I don't know what to say. I don't know if I'm supposed to say anything.

"I didn't come here and see that your family... hurt you, for you to beat yourself up." She says the word hurt like it's hot coals she's walking over.

I stand there, dumbfounded. Her eyes are glued to my neck. I suppose the mark is pretty bad. My hand travels up to it.

"She deserves to die. Why won't you let me-"

"Because she's my mom."

"But she hurt you. She's been hurting you. You don't deserve that."

"I mean, that's not really how the world works-"

"Not if I can do anything about it." She mutters. There's a murderous glint in her eyes.

"I don't like that look on your face."

She hesitantly softens it.

There's a few seconds of silence.

"If you really don't want me to, I suppose... I won't harm her."

"Thank you."

"I still don't understand."

"You don't have to right now. Here, it's late, let's get some rest."

———

Wednesday
I don't approve of my recent actions.

Everyone has found a place to sleep, Enid's father came home and consoled Enid, of course I was ready to attack if necessary. He's in his room with that disgrace of a woman, trying to calm her down while I've placed a mattress by Enid's bed. I don't plan on sleeping. I'll be ready if that woman comes near Enid. Pugsley is sleeping in one of Enid's brother's room, as well as father and mother.

Enid's brothers have been sent outside in the woods to 'camp' because there are 'guests.' I was never one for play-pretend. We aren't welcome.

After lying down for a while, I decide to stand up for a change. I've moved my things into Enid's room, but I don't want to wake her by using the typewriter. So I end up just looking at Enid. Just examining her wounds, of course. I step closer.

Enid is lying on her stomach, face towards me, slightly snoring. Her mother had grabbed her by the neck, I can tell by the vague hand prints. Did she do anything else? The scars on her face were there before. I pull down the blanket and pull up her shirt a bit to see her lower back. A few scars. Are they new, or old? It's to dark to tell. Did she get these from the fight with the Hyde? I trace them with my finger.

"What the fuck?!"

Enid jolts upright. Eyes huge. I step back, almost tripping on the mattress.

Shit.

"I was-I- I thought you were asleep"

"That doesn't explain why you were doing that! jeez, your hands are cold."

"I was examining you."

"Examining me?"

I can't tell what face she's making. I hope she can't see the redness on my face.

"It's- you-I-"

Stop stammering, why am I nervous? What am I trying to say? I take a deep breath.

"You could have been hurt by your family somewhere else and not told me. I was making sure."

"...okay? Just...go to sleep, Wednesday."

"Yeah."

Well that didn't go as planned. I sit on the mattress away from her.

"I wasn't going to, you know..." I mumble.

"It's fine, go to sleep."

"...goodnight."

"Goodnight."

What did I just do? It wasn't weird, right? I was making sure she wasn't hurt. Not a big deal. According to the frantic beating of my heart, it is a big deal. I wasn't intending to get caught. Not that I was doing anything wrong... right?

I believe I think about this until the sun rises.