Wednesday (Male Wednesday x female reader)

You Reap What You Woe Part 5

Wednesday's POV:

"Whoa." Pugsley gasped.

"Those charges were dropped." My father glared daggers at me while gripping my mother's hand. "Your mother is an innocent woman."

"Local sheriff doesn't seem too convinced." I say smugly.

"Wednesday, stop." He says standing up, "This is neither the time nor the place."

"Actually, this is exactly the place." Dr. Kinbott cuts in. "These sessions are..."

"Doctor." My father interrupts her sentence. "This does not concern you." He says while glaring at the woman then back to me.

"And I refuse to debate a decades-old witch-hunt with you right now. I..."

"Darling, maybe we should..." My mother stands beside my father and grabs his arm with her right hand. She runs her left hand up his back to his and to the nape of his neck.

"No." He stops her, and turns away, "This session is over."

"Have it your way, Father."

"Wednes... Wednesday?" My mother gasps as I shove the folder with her police report into my father's hands.

"If you refuse to tell me the truth, I'll just have to excavate it myself." I stalk out of the room knowing my father is behind me.

I race out of the building, desperately looking for
(Y/n), I need her help to continue my investigation.

"What were you thinking?" My father asks from behind me.

I stop in my tracks and turn to face him.

"How could you ambush your mother like that?" I don't say anything, and he walks closer to me. "Wednesday."

"How could I?" I say turing to glare at him. "You insisted I go to this school. Did you really think I wouldn't find out your secret?"

"You don't know the full story. Your mother did nothing wrong."

"I'll be the judge of that." I look back to my mother and brother waiting for my father at the family hurst.

I turn away from them and begin to walk to the Weathervane, hoping that is where my beloved is.

Third Person POV:

"How did you find me?" Bianco asks his mother as she sits across the table from him in the Weathervane.

"MorningSong community misses you. I miss you." She says staring at him with her sky blue eyes. The same ones that stare back at him when he looks at his reflection.

The only trait he inherited from her. In every other way he was a carbon copy replica of his father.

While he knew his eyes were beautiful, he hated them. They looked too much like hers.

"And by community, you mean cult?" He said in an icy tone,  glaring at her.

"We are a personal development movement that helps people take control of their lives." She says smiling.

"After you take control of their bank accounts." He scoffs while folding his arms and looking to the (h/c) girl that is seated by the windows.

"I haven't come here to fight, Brandon John."

"My name is Bianco." He cuts her off with a glare. "New name. New life."

"It's time to come home." She cuts out all affectionate tones from her voice and glares back at him.