Woe it's Wenclair

Knight in shining armor part 1

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Enid

It's been a few days. My brothers have been loud and annoying as fuck, but not loud enough to quiet my mind.

A certain highly attractive goth girl keeps revolving around my head, memories of times not even a week ago, seeming so far. I can't help but think of the possibility of not having the feelings attached to those moments again.

With Ajax, it's always been fun, going on dates, holding hands, it was nice, in a sense. But there was no feeling behind it, really, just my excitedness about doing things for the first time. I regret texting him like I did. I don't know what I should have done, and it could have gone worse, but it wasn't the best plan of action in my panic.

We've texted since, but it's been extremely awkward, of course. He's being real sweet about it, but it's still weird.

I sigh and finish washing my hands, staring at my face in the mirror.

"Hm?" I murmur, noticing something off.

There's a dark freckle, nearly black, on my neck. I don't even really get freckles. It almost looks fake.

I go to touch it, but there's a faint buzzing when my finger hovers over it. What the hell?

"Enid! You done yet?" Charlie yells, pounding on the bathroom door, shaking the mirror.

Charlie is one of my brothers. He's eight and a clone of every younger brother in a Disney show.

"Just wait a second!" I yell back.

"But mom said-"

"I'll be out in a second!"

Some peace and quiet is a luxury our family does not have.

I go to touch the freckle, and when a do, it hurts like a bitch.

"Fuck."

I reel back and stare in the mirror in shock. It looks like someone drew on me with a black pen, but faint enough that I haven't noticed it until now.

'Eni-"

"I'm out, Charlie." I snarl in annoyance, pulling the door open.

"Mom said you need to clear the table."

"I know. I went to the bathroom. I'm going to clear the table now. Let a girl use the restroom in peace, hm?"

He nods and runs away to play with his trucks. Why do I waste my breath?

I walk over to the table, salad dressing strewn about, plates in each spot, adorned with grease from the chicken. I take each plate and stack them high before putting them in the sink. My next culprit are the bottles of dressing, which I delicately place in the fridge while humming the chorus of a k-pop song.

"Enid. Hurry up." My mother says, hands on her hips.

I roll my eyes. We don't even have company or anything.

"I don't want to see that again." She says through her teeth.

"Is there a time limit for clearing the table or something?" I shoot back.

Honestly if this where a one time thing I would let it go, but she's been nothing but rude to me for no reason. I haven't even done anything to her.

"Enid Sinclair."

"That's me." I mutter.

"Have you forgotten who's in charge in this house?"

"It's not prison." I say, watching her fiery eyes.

"What have I done to you?" She shouts, moving closer to me, fists tightening.

"Oh, how about abusing me? I don't think mothers should take their daughters in chokeholds-"

Slam. I'm pushed up against the fridge by the shoulders.

"If you aren't going to treat me with respect, you need to leave."

My eyes water. But this time, it's anger.

"Fuck you."

In her surprise I wriggle myself out of her hands and rush out the door, slamming it. She shouts something at me but I can barely hear it over the ringing in my ears.

I just start walking. I don't know where I'm going, I just walk. I have to get away.

After what seems like a few minutes of walking, I find myself far from my home. It's probably the feelings clouding over my system. I barely remember walking here, just the pounding of my shoes against the ground and my anger and clenched fists. I try to relax, soothing myself with the knowledge that I won't see her for as long as I want. She won't go looking for me.

Fuck, Dad and my brothers, though. My dad's been trying really hard, and my brothers are just normal. Normal being extremely annoying but that's besides the point. I don't think I can go back, though. Soon at least.

I duck into the library, head down. A librarian tries to talk to me, but all I can muster is a 'hello'. We go to this library every once and a while. Many summers ago, mom made us all research something and share it with the family, so we would roam the shelves, looking for picture books. I would chat with the librarians so much that mom would scold me. Kinda ironic now that I'm thinking of it.

I spend about a half hour sitting in a cozy chair and reading from a pile of graphic novels, trying to get my mind off things.

I've just started reading when I see a suspicious dark figure through the shelves of books near me. I try to crane my head to look, and just as I do, I see a pale face looking through a gap in the books.

I drop my book.

"WEDNESDAY?" I whisper shout.

She ducks down, trying to hide.

What is she doing here? Isn't she supposed to be in New Jersey?

"I know you're there."

She rises, taking long strides until she stands in the open, standing about ten feet away from me. I sit up and sigh, walking towards her and pulling her towards me by her hands.

"Are you stalking me?" I whisper.

Her face turns slightly pink.

"No." She responds, looking everywhere but my face.

"Okay, whatever, why are you here?" I question.

"I saw that you ran from from your house." She responds.

"Oh that makes sense!" I say, sarcastically.

"Okay so-"

"That was sarcastic, Wednesday."

"Oh."

"Why aren't you in New Jersey?"

"I stayed here."

"So you were stalking me?"

"No, I was just making sure you were safe. Obviously."

"What did you do? Look through the windows?"

"Of course not, I wouldn't invade your privacy."

There's a silence.

"So what did you-"

"I placed a tracker on you." She whispers.

My hand leaves her shoulder and moves to the black 'freckle'.

"Wednesday?"

"Yes?"

"What the fuck?"