Woe it's Wenclair

Leaving again

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Enid

I don't know what to think. Wednesday runs away from me, then she comes in and just says the sweetest things, then she says that she can't do... something? Then she just leaves.

After sitting shocked for a while I decide to get up and walk to the main area where everyone is.

Wednesday's curled up into a ball looking positively miserable, Gomez and Morticia are stealing glances at their daughter in worry, and Pugsley is trying to talk to Wednesday, but I don't think she even notices him.

Meanwhile, I'm just standing there in the corner, confused as fuck and slightly hyperventilating.

"Enid!" Pugsley says, jumping up from his seat and rushing to me.

"What happened? Wednesday's never been this miserable."

"Uh... I'm not entirely sure," I sigh.

"Please tell me something, all I've got is that something happened between you two. I'm grasping at anything here," Pugsley pleads.

I sigh and nod for him to follow me into the room with couches so we can't be overheard.

"I don't know where to start," I admit.

"The beginning of it," Pugsley says.

"Okay. We've gotten close over the break... she's been so good to me, I mean she traveled all the way here for god's sake.... Then um, I start to realize I have feelings for her... we go to the cabin and we uh... sort of... almost kiss..."

I look at Pugsley from under my eyelashes. He nods, wanting me to continue.

"I thought she wanted to do it, you know... and then she just runs away. I thought she was disgusted by me. Then a few minutes ago she tells me this whole romantic speech thing... and I'm so confused because she ran away before so why is she saying this, right? Then she tells me she can't do it. I don't know what 'it' is but I think she means being with me... but what if she's just trying to let me down easy, she just wanted a friend and I ruined it... fuck, I don't know."

I'm gasping for breath.

Pugsley takes the hand that I'm biting my fingernails with and holds it.

"She loves you. I'm sure that she's just confused with herself. She's never really had a friend, let alone... someone more than that."

"Maybe," I sigh. "Or maybe not."

"Give her time?" Pugsley offers.

"Yeah," I nod.

I don't want time, but this is Wednesday we're talking about. She doesn't do emotions. And yet she does.

I try to think positively, but what if she's just disgusted? What if she doesn't want to be around me? I could be misunderstanding this.

Suddenly there's a deep grunt over the speakers that jolts me to reality.

"We'll be landing soon." Pugsley translates.

"Oh, okay," I reply, brushing off invisible dirt of myself as walk towards the door.

As I open it in the corner of my eye I see Wednesday rub her face and sit up straight. Honestly, who does she think she's fooling?

I make my way to my seat and buckle myself in. In no time we arrived near my house. I grab my bags and watch as everyone piles out without their bags, as they'll be leaving in their jet soon.

"Enid!" My father calls, jogging towards me.

I smile and drop my bags to hug him.

"You're back early! We're setting up dinner for you. Your brothers are waiting." Dad says, smiling.

"Thanks, Dad," I reply.

He takes one of my bags and walks me to the door. Although he's being nice, I can't help but be worried. Does my mom really want to apologize?

He leads me to the door, revealing an uncomfortable-looking Esther Sinclair.

"Hello, Enid." She greets me, nodding her head.

"Hi," I respond.

"I'll take those-" my mom starts, reaching for my bags.

"I've got them," Wednesday interjects, taking them.

I look at her but she doesn't meet my eyes. She promptly leaves to go to my room.

"Well, did it go well?" Mother asks.

She's asking about me turning. Of course that's the first thing she asks. At least I know she's still herself and not drugged, which seemed like a possibility with her wanting to apologize, as crazy as that sounds.

"Good. I turned, if you're wondering."

Of course she was wondering.

"There was lots of space. Wednesday took me to the forest." I continued.

My mother looks downcast as I mention Wednesday.

"Why do you spend time with that... girl? You know she tried to kill me." She says jokingly, but I can tell she was very sincere.

"The food should be done now." My father interjects.

I'm thankful.

"I'll set the table," I say, glad to have an excuse to get away from her, at least for a while.

I grab plates and set them on the table. Yelling at my brothers to stop sitting on their butts and help me. They begrudgingly do so, filling up glasses and setting down utensils.

A thought washes over me as I'm setting down napkins on the old wooden table. The Addams are leaving now. I won't see Wednesday until break ends. A whole month.

Speak of the devil. Wednesday comes back from my room and walks over to my mother. I tense in anticipation.

"I've heard you're apologizing." She says in a deep, husky voice.

"I am." Mother responds, standing as tall as she can.

"That's wonderful for you. If I hear anything, I mean anything of you hurting Enid-"

"Hurting her?" Mother laughs. "I would never lay a finger on my princess."

The pit in my stomach tightens. She's never called me that before. It's gross really. Wednesday's not having it. She growls and corners my mother.

"Oh really? I wonder why there's a red mark on her throat the shape of your hand then?" She clicks her tongue. "Must be a coincidence. If I hear of another such 'coincidence' there will be another such mark on your throat the shape of my hand." She leans back, giving a faint smirk at my mother who is shaking out of control.

"Now you little-" my mother starts.

"Oh, I really wouldn't, if I were you," Wednesday says, reaching down and slightly pulling out a knife from her pocket.

My mother's eyes go wide. So do mine. I know this isn't the moment but that was hot. Like really hot. I'm going to shut up now. In my mind. I pull my shirt up to cover the bottom half of my face in embarrassment.

Wednesday's glance flickers to me, with an expression I can't quite read, entirely different than the one she wears when she looks back at my mother.

Morticia walks up to touch Wednesday's shoulder.

I hadn't noticed the other Addams. Gomez stands near Morticia, and Pugsley stands in the doorway grinning.

"I think that's enough," Morticia says.

Wednesday moves away from my mother and backs away, keeping eye contact with her the whole time. Until she nears the door and looks at me.

I look back. There's a look in her eyes I can't read and I so badly want to know the emotion behind it, but I'm left wondering as Gomez closes the door and I hear the sound of the plane lifting off moments later.