The Secrets I Wished I Could Have Taken To Grave

Chapter 3

There stood Wednesday Addams, the one and only. I couldn't say I was surprised that she had managed to escape the therapy session. I was about to approach her when a group of boys from Jericho High barged in and started harassing her. To my astonishment, she swiftly put them in their place, leaving them on the ground. Just as I was about to intervene, Sheriff Galpin entered the scene.

I rushed over to him, offering an apology, "Apologies, sheriff. This one slipped away from me. Come on, Miss Addams, it's time to go. You too, Sarah."

As we were about to leave, Sheriff Galpin interjected out of nowhere, "Wait a minute, hang on. You're Addams? Don't tell me Gomez Addams is your father. That man belongs behind bars for murder. Guessin' the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I'm gonna keep my eye on you."

I glanced from the sheriff to Wednesday and then to Sarah, who appeared confused by the accusation. To defuse the situation, I simply said, "Okay," turned the girls around, and led them out of the situation. We made our way to the car, where my frustration got the better of me, and I began to scold Wednesday.

*Sarah's: POV

"Your first day, and you're already on Sheriff Galpin's radar. Wish I could say I was surprised," I scolded Wednesday as we left the scene. She couldn't resist asking Principal Weems about what Sheriff Galpin meant regarding Uncle Gomez, but Weems had no answers. Instead, she advised Wednesday to stop making enemies and start making friends, and I winced at the comparison she made between Wednesday and me. I disliked it when people compared me to someone else, especially family members. Despite our closeness, Wednesday and I had grown up in two very different worlds. My mother's ability was centered around growing flowers and plants, making her the white sheep of the Frump family. She raised me to be positive and taught me that with hard work, I could achieve anything I set my mind to. In contrast, Wednesday had grown up in the Addams Manor, surrounded by darkness and always living in the shadow of her mother.

"Ugh!" I vented my frustration into my pillow as we finally arrived back at our accommodations. I was exhausted. I nestled into my mint-colored sheets and quickly drifted off to sleep, only to be awoken by Wednesday, who had come to my room to ask if I wanted to play my violin with her. We ended up going to her dorm and playing "Paint it, Black."

When we finished, Wednesday spoke, "There's just something wrong about this place. Not just because it's a school." Her roommate, Enid, walked in, and they exchanged greetings. Enid seemed puzzled and asked, "How the hell did you get that oversized violin out the window?" Wednesday responded, and at that moment, Thing made an appearance. I smiled at the sight of Thing and understood the news it conveyed. "I had an extra hand," Wednesday replied.

As we continued talking, Enid shared her problem with not being able to "wolf out," and I couldn't help but empathize. I knew what it felt like to be an outcast in your own family. Not many knew this, but I was adopted when I was eight years old. My appearance was different from my actual form, as I was part shapeshifter and part witch. According to my school file, I was labeled as a witch. I shared the same platinum-white hair as Principal Weems and had grown taller, from 5.7 feet to 5.9 feet. Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed when Enid asked if I was okay. I managed to give her a sad smile before explaining that I needed to head to bed.

*Larissa's: POV

After returning from the therapy session, Sarah went back to her dorm room without a word. Wednesday also departed, leaving me to return to my office and resume my work. Time passed unnoticed until I was suddenly entranced by a captivating melody playing in the background. I took a moment to relax, savoring the music, but it was short-lived as my duties called me back to work.

The following day, I realized I hadn't seen Sarah all day. I inquired with Wednesday and Enid, who informed me that she had chosen to stay in her room. It seemed that Sarah was quite the bookworm, preferring the solitude of her room to immerse herself in reading. As hours went by, it was time to drive to the carnival.

I decided to check on Sarah, and as I approached her room, I was captivated by the most stunning voice I had ever heard. It struck a chord with me, reminding me so much of Isabella. My dear Isabella had a deep passion for music and singing. I had even hired a private tutor to nurture her talent and her love for playing the piano. I couldn't help but wonder if Isy had continued to pursue her musical interests.

Knocking on her door, I startled her, and she jumped up. "Oh, sorry, dear. I didn't mean to startle you," I apologized. "I just wanted to check if you're okay. You haven't left your room all day, and it's time to go to the carnival."

Sarah replied, "Oh, sorry, Principal Weems. I lost all sense of time, but I'm quite alright. How are you?"

I smiled at her and replied, "I'm quite alright too. Shall we go, sweetheart?"

"Of course, Principal Weems," she agreed, and we headed off to the carnival together.

*Sarah's: POV

Lost in the world of a new book titled 'Mistakes Were Made,' I found myself engrossed in the story of a college senior who accidentally becomes involved with her best friend's mom. The book hit a nerve with my own complex feelings about motherhood and my past.

As I continued reading, time slipped away unnoticed, and I only became aware of it when I glanced at the clock. Realizing it was time to get ready, I began to sing along quietly to a song playing softly in the background. The music seemed to soothe me, allowing me to momentarily escape from my worries and thoughts.

I was so absorbed in my own world that I didn't hear her knocking on the door. Her sudden entrance startled me, and when she began using those endearing pet names, I found myself unable to resist. It was as if I had entered a trance-like state, and everything felt so right when I listened to her. I pushed aside the conflicting feelings that came from my mixed heritage—half Frump, half my true self—and I smiled at her, offering an apology for my initial surprise.



"Are you sure you can trust that normie?" I questioned Wednesday, who seemed inclined to run away from the situation. However, I knew that fleeing wasn't an option. I could already hear my mother's disappointed voice in my mind, chastising me for getting involved in these troubles despite knowing better. So, instead of running, I hesitated and then replied, "I trust that I can handle myself."

Enid offered her good wishes, saying, "Well, good luck, safe travels." She left, leaving Wednesday and me to face Principal Weems, who was watching us closely.

"She knows that you are up to something. What will you do?" I whispered to Wednesday, seeking her advice.

With a smirk, she suggested, "Maybe...The moment you see her turn around, go."

Taking a huge panda stuffed animal that I had won at the carnival, I approached Weems's table. She turned to me and smiled, but when she turned around to look for Wednesday, she was gone. Weems then asked, "Was this your or your cousin's idea, Miss Frump?"

I felt a sudden surge of determination and replied firmly, "You should know one thing, Headmistress: I despise when people compare me to someone, especially my family." I couldn't explain the change in my attitude, but something inside me had shifted.

Without warning, a sense of dread washed over me, and I felt an urgent need to find Wednesday. I turned and ran, leaving Weems behind, calling out to me, "Sarah, are you alright?" She still cared, even though I had been unkind to her.

I followed my instincts until I reached Wednesday, only to witness a horrifying sight. A monstrous figure was holding Rowen, and I screamed in terror. The last thing I saw before everything went black was Wednesday, holding me close.