Burn slow

Chapter 25| I will die for you

Hi guys!

This chapter is about to be told by Xavier, but Wednesday will add something in the end.

As once Larissa Weems said: "Enjoy!"

Love,
Oryna.

POV Xavier

I opened my eyes, laying on the couch in Addams Manor. The night ruled behind the windows, and the living room was lit by the light from the fire place. Probably my personal heaven looked like Wednesday's house. I squinted and tried to inspect the blurry world around me through the slits of my eyes. Wednesday was sleeping near me, and her calm regular breath calmed me down. There was a wet rag in her left hand, which was covered with something dark green and smelly. I touched my pulsating temple: I had the same smelly thing on my fingers. Wednesday applied one of her weird ointments to treat me. I took one more warm glance at Wednesday and a grateful smile appeared on my face.

I tried to get up from the couch, and the old springs loudly creaked that woke Wednesday up:
- Are you alright? - Wednesday got up from her place immediately, pretending she didn't sleep. Shivers ran through her body.
- Yes, yes, - I reached for her hand to calm her down. - Some headache, but in general, good. How are you?
I leaned on my elbows, still laying on a couch:
- Persistently satisfactory, as usual, - Wednesday admitted calmly.
I smiled and laid again on the couch with relief. The accident with a motorcycle was harsh, and the last seconds before I passed out, the level of fear for Wednesday reached the skies:
- How did we get here? How did you manage to carry me out? - I payed attention to my clothes. - Is it an engine oil?
- It's just because you were brought home in a trunk.
That definitely raised my eyebrows:
- It was a joke.
- Tell me the story from very beginning.
- Nothing to tell. I came to my senses. I saw you. I checked your pulse. Tried to catch a ride, but failed. I called a taxi. A driver saw me and your body near me and tried to escape, I didn't let it happen. He asked me not to kill him, and in return, he will do everything what I want, - Wednesday was telling me this story like she was talking about weather. - So he put you inside the car and brought us home. He even didn't take any money from me.

I listened the story till the end, then my lips started shaking and a burst of laughter broke loose. The corners of Wednesday's lips went up as well. However, in a moment it  seemed it never appeared on her face:
- Are you sure that Tina is your real mother? - Wednesday moved on to something what seemed to bother her.
- Yes, but why are you asking? - I was bewildered with an immediate shift of topic.
- Tina has powers of persuasion. What if she just made you think that she is your mother? - Wednesday's conclusions were reasonable and logical but I wasn't ready to let these thoughts crawl and tangle in my mind. - Do you remember which powers Katie possessed before her "death"?
- I remember she was a psychic. But I don't know if she could persuade people.
- So we need to ask someone who can remember, - Wednesday cocked her eyebrow.
- What do you mean?
Wednesday slightly nodded, and Thing opened the laptop.
- You wanna call Vincent, right? - I breathed out loudly.
- Your father is the only person whom we can ask, - Wednesday stuck to her plan that she had made up.
The desire to resist was big but the voice of rationality gain the upper hand.

After a short pause, I answered unwillingly, still sitting on a couch and keeping my hands in a lock:
- Alright, alright, we can call him, - I pursed my lips. - If he has coverage. He is in jungles, remember? At list he was a couple of weeks ago.
Wednesday nodded to Thing and he swiftly opened Skype and pressed the button "Call".
Long tedious beeps let us know that no one was about to answer the call.
- No one is answering, - my words were bouncy, giving away my pleasure.