I'll Never Let You Go

Chapter Five

"In the Heavens above, the angels, whispering to one another, can find, among their burning terms of love, none so devotional as that of 'Mother'."
- Edgar Allan Poe

Morticia woke to the sound of someone crying down the hall. She sat up and saw Gomez's side of the bed, empty just as it had been before she fell asleep. She paused a moment, taking in her dream. Gomez was there, holding her, and he told her not to look for him. Her mind was reeling. Then, she realized that it was Wednesday crying.

"Mommy!" she heard Wednesday cry out.

Morticia leaped out of bed and ran down the hall, heart thudding at the sound. She pushed Wednesday's door open and turned on the light. There was her daughter, huddled under her covers, crying loudly.

"Wednesday, darling, I'm here." she crooned, pulling back the covers. She saw her daughter's face, covered with tears, and her heart broke. She sat on the bed and pulled Wednesday on to her lap.

"Sweetheart, what is it? What's wrong?" she asked, stroking her hair and rocking her gently. Wednesday continued to sob into her mother's chest.

"I h-had a bad d-dream," Wednesday managed to get out through her sobs.

"What kind of bad dream, darling?" Morticia inquired. "You normally enjoy unpleasant dreams."

"N-not this one," Wednesday continued to cry. "Daddy was in trouble."

Morticia tried to think of something to say. Instead, she pulled Wednesday closer. Wednesday buried her face in her mother's chest and cried even harder.

"Darling," Morticia managed to say. "Your father is going to be alright. He's trying to come back to us now."

"How do you know?" Wednesday asked, still hiding her face in Morticia's chest."

Morticia hesitated. It didn't seem quite appropriate to say that she dreamed it. But still, there was something about the dream that seemed so realistic. It was as though he actually spoke to her. She believed everything that he had said, even though she knew it wasn't logical.

"I just do," she whispered.

"A boy at school said that daddy left on purpose because he doesn't love us anymore." Wednesday confided.

"What?" Morticia exclaimed, pulling Wednesday back and looking her in the eyes. "Why on Earth would he say such a terrible thing?"

"That's what happened with his daddy," Wednesday said. "He didn't love them anymore, so he left and married someone else."

"Well, that isn't what happened with your father." Morticia stated. "He loves you very much. And Pugsley too."

"And you," Wednesday added with a smile. "Especially you."

"And me," Morticia smiled, pulling Wednesday back into her. Wednesday laid her head on Morticia's chest. Her tears had slowed, but not stopped completely. Morticia looked down at her daughter and stroked her long hair.

"Mommy, don't you miss daddy?" Wednesday asked.

"Of course I do," Morticia answered. "More than you know."

"Then why aren't you crying?" Wednesday asked. "You normally cry when you're sad."

Morticia stopped to think. She hadn't shed a single tear since Gomez had left, despite her immense grief.

"I'm not sure, darling," she admitted. "I haven't cried since your father left, and I can't figure out why. I'm sadder than I think I've ever been, but the tears just won't come."

She kissed the top of Wednesday's head and continued to stroke her hair.

"Here, darling," Morticia said. "Let me read you a nice bedtime story and get you back to sleep. How does Mr. Poe's The Murders in the Rue Morgue sound? I know that's one of your favorites."

"It's so nice and soothing." Wednesday agreed. Then, she climbed off of Morticia's lap and under her covers. Morticia tucked her in and planted a kiss on her forehead. Then, she walked over to the bookshelf and chose the correct volume. She settled back down next to Wednesday, and started to read.

"The mental features discoursed of as the analytical, are, in themselves, but little susceptible of analysis. We appreciate them only in their effects. We know of them, among other things, that they are always to their possessor, when inordinately possessed..." she went on until she saw that her daughter had fallen asleep. Then, she closed the book, set it on the nightstand, and stepped out of the room. She turned off the light, and quietly closed the door.

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