running from my masters

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I rummage through the large boxes I hid in my closet that's filled with everything I've ever gotten by my two, shall I say, stalkers?

It's filled with necklaces, bracelets, teddy bears, letters that were found at my work or in my house, pictures upon pictures taken from different angles of me walking around town or getting out of my car that were delivered to me in the mail, just those kind of things.

I don't know why I haven't thrown these away, and I honestly don't want to figure it out.

I go through everything I've ever received from Larissa and Morticia after I left Nevermore and feel a chill run down my spine.

I can't do this. I can't go back to them knowing they don't have love for anyone but eachother, I can't put myself through that.

I chuck everything back into the boxes and shove them back into my closet, where I hope it collects dusts.

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Larissa huffs as she watches y/n push the box back into the closet. "She was thinking about it, I could see it." Morticia rounds the headmistresses desk and stands behind her, her hands working the knots in Larissas shoulders.

Larissa sighs heavily as she leans back in her chair. "My god I just want her back, I need her back." Larissa whines as Morticia leans down, her hands still working against Larissas shoulders as she peppers her neck with kisses.

"We'll get her back, my love...just be patient." Morticia whispers against Larissas neck. Larissa nods softly, gripping the arm rests of her chair.

"You always knew how to make me feel better..." Larissa whispers out, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I know what would make you feel even better."

Morticia reaches out for Larissa's laptop, rewinding the footage about two days. She presses play and immediately, y/ns moans fills Larissas office.

Morticia bites down on her lip as she watches the footage, burning with jealousy as she watches on. Larissa remains fixated on the clip, both turned on and angry to see y/n with another woman.

"Oh right there!" Y/n moans as Irene fingers her into oblivion, her legs locking around Irene's hand. "Don't stop- fuck don't stop Irene!" She pleads.

Larissa clenches her hand into a fist, looking away from the screen. "Fuck." Larissa groans, looking up at Morticia who's already staring at her. Larissa smirks, placing a hand on Morticias hip.

"Be a good girl for me and get on the desk, Miss Frump." Morticia smirks back, hopping up voluntarily onto the desk and spreading her legs apart for her headmistress.

...

"Good morning." I say, a light smile on my face as I stand up to shake my clients hand. "Is it really good?" She says, eyeing my hand before reluctantly shaking it firmly.

"Finally. Someone with a good handshake." She mutters, sitting down with her arms folded in her lap and her back straight. I laugh, "So, what brings you here today?"

"I'm looking for a job." She says plainly, as if it's that simple. "I'm afraid that's not how it works." I say, but I admire the guts this girl has. "You would have to fill out an application. You can't just waltz in here and demand a job."

She stares at me, as if I'm the one being unreasonable. "Look. I have plenty of people who are looking for a job, so I'm afraid you're just going to have to do what everyone else does and fill out the application."

"I'm certain that I'm much more qualified for this job than any other candidate." She says nothing else as she pulls a file out of her bag and slides it over my desk.

"This is not how this works." I say irritably, pushing it back at her. "Im the boss of this company, and I say who gets to work here, not you." She rolls her eyes, and it takes every inch of self control I have to not reach over and slap the shit out of her.

"I can be your assistant, and a fabulous one at that. Better than that bimbo you have sitting out there. Did you know her computer has been on the login page for the past 4 hours I've been waiting here for you?" I narrow my eyes at her.

An assistant that actually knows how to assist? Now I definitely need one of those. I like her nerve, I'll give her that.

"You know what, I'm feeling generous. Come back Thursday morning and we can do a sort of test run. If I like you, I hire you, if I don't, well then I'll bid you farewell." She rises out of her chair, a slight smile rising on her face.

I haven't seen her smile since she walked in so this is new.

"It'll be a joy." She says, her face falling back into the monotone expression that it's been in since she walked in here. "That it will be." She heads for the door but I stop her. "Hey, what was your name anyway?"

"Wednesday.
Wednesday Addams."

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