I'll Never Let You Go

Chapter Six

"Love like mine can never be gotten over."
- Edgar Allan Poe

Pugsley woke to the sound of his sister crying. He got out of bed and opened his door. He saw his mother go into Wednesday's room to comfort her. Seeing that she was taken care of, he went back to his bed. He lay there trying to fall asleep but to no avail. After what felt like an eternity, he gave up. He decided to go downstairs and get a snack. That sometimes helped him to wind down.

He walked down the stairs and was surprised to find a light turned on in the living room. His mother was sitting in her chair, barely moving. He had seen her here in the middle of the night before. Last time, she sat alone with tears in her eyes. But, his father joined her soon after, bearing a cup of henbane. He sat with her, stroking her hair and wiping away her tears. This time, she sat alone.

Pugsley took in the sight in front of him, thought for a moment, then went back upstairs. He went down the back stairs this time and into the kitchen. He started making a cup of henbane. He felt the loss of his father greatly, but he knew that it was even worse for his mother. He couldn't bring his father back for her, but he could try to comfort her as best as he could. Once he finished, he poured the drink into a teacup, placed it on a saucer, and carried it out into the living room.

"Mother," he said softly. "I brought you this."

Morticia jumped and turned around. She relaxed when she saw her son. She gave him a small smile and took the cup from him.

"Thank you, darling," she said, patting the chair next to her. He sat down.

"Did you have a bad dream, Mother?" he asked. He knew that she woke up to comfort Wednesday, but he thought she would have gone right back to sleep after that.

"No, darling," she sighed. "I had a very nice dream."

"About father?" he asked.

"Yes, dear. About father," she replied, staring off into the distance. She took a sip of her henbane and seemed to relax a little bit.

"You know," she added, turning to him. "This is exactly what your father would do for me whenever I couldn't sleep."

"I know," Pugsley admitted. "I've seen him do it before."

Morticia looked off into the distance again, and the sad expression returned to her face.

"We'll find him, Mother," Pugsley reassured her. "He'll be back soon."

Morticia looked back at her son and sighed. She didn't know what to do. She missed Gomez desperately, but he told her not to look for him. She always followed Gomez's wishes, but this time felt different. She couldn't bear to sit and wait for him, especially since it was clear that he was in trouble. She composed herself and turned to her son.

"You're right, Pugsley," she replied. "We will find him."

She set down her cup and stood up.

"Where are you going, Mother?" he asked, surprised.

"To find him," she stated, with a determined look in her eye.