As the Woe Turns: Once Broken A Wenclair story

Cracks In The Foundation

⚠️Trigger warning. Foul language. Derogatory terms. Verbal and physical abuse. Sexual assault.⚠️

Wednesday came to suddenly. She inhaled deeply. Gasping, she nearly choked on the air she had taken into her lungs. It was heavy and putrid. Her head was fuzzy and there was a pulsing pain behind her unfocused eyes. She had to blink several times before her vision cleared enough for her to tell where  she was exactly. Once it did clear it was painfully obvious. She was in Crackstone's crypt. Last time she was here was for her surprise party. Not so, it was the date with Tyler, but she refused to think about that grand mistake right now. So the party it was. She had taken that party and the effort put into it for granted. She regretted it, but not for anyone else other than Enid. She had been surrounded by allies Enid had amassed, but if it were she and Enid alone it would have sufficed. There was even a special cake. The planned subterfuge was indeed impressive. At least Enid knew enough that the crypt was left dark and dank like a crypt should be unlike Tyler.

Now she was seemingly alone and the crypt was lit up like a Catholic Church for Sunday mass. Holy water not included. In other words, there were flickering candles everywhere in various stages of melt and the strong scent of incense hung thick in the air.

How did she get here, and why? The last thing she remembered was confronting Marilyn Thornhill about actually being Laurel Gates and the Hyde's master. Tyler's master. Eugene had helped her put the last pieces of the puzzle together. The red boots. It was enough Weems believed her. The next thing she knew was the life was draining from Principal Weems's eyes and the very woman they had so smugly gone to confront was standing over her poised with a garden shovel ready to bring it down.

Wednesday had failed. She failed to see the counter attack to her little trap. Laurel was going to kill her or at least threaten with the nightshade poison she had hidden in her pocket. She had failed to save Larissa Weems. She had failed to see her part in any of this. She played right into the hands of a psycho.

Wednesday's head throbbed. She tried to bring her hands up to her aching head but she was met with resistance and a few loud clanking noises. Her stomach lurched. If she moved too much she was going to be sick. Wednesday tried to quickly assess her situation. She obviously had a head wound, there was blood. She could see it in her peripheral vision. She most likely had a concussion, and her hands were chained up. I'll be it in front of her but still bound with heavy metal chain. The way she was situated left her unable to reach to see if any of her hidden weapons were left undiscovered. For probably the first time in her life she was thoroughly disappointed that someone hadn't underestimated her. A soft groan escaped her slightly parted lips.

"Morning sunshine. You sleep like an Angel." A gruff seemingly disembodied voice stated slightly startling Wednesday. She glared as she put two and two together. "This is your handiwork?" She grumbled slightly raising the chains. "Yes, the chains were my idea. No need to thank me. I'm just returning the favor." Tyler chuckled as he stepped out of the shadows. Wednesday slowly turned her head meeting the glassy eyed gaze of the boy she thought she knew and unfortunately wholeheartedly underestimated. He was standing with his hands in his pockets leaning nonchalantly against a stone pillar. "Tyler." Wednesday spat coldly.

"Oh what's the matter Wends? You don't look very happy to see me." Tyler huffed. "Don't call me that. Should I be? You expected what exactly? A smile and bated breath? Not likely." She quipped. Tyler chose to chuckle at the jab. "You know Wednesday, funny thing, you looked so peaceful when you slept that I forgot just what kind of hell spawn you really are." He scoffed. "Thank you, but it was a fluke. You should never forget exactly who or what I am. Also, that tends to happen when you've been rendered unconscious. Care to find out?" Wednesday smirked. "I'd like to see you try. I highly doubt you'd be able to do a damn thing." Tyler growled. "Unchain me then we'll find out won't we." Wednesday hissed. Tyler took a step forward. He let out a curt laugh. "Not likely." Tyler mocked. "I see what you're trying to do. I think I like seeing you in chains better. It kinda does something for me." Tyler beamed. "You're disgusting." Wednesday spat out rolling her eyes. "Hey! You ran into the Weathervane and you kissed me remember? Why the hell would you do that if I'm so disgusting?" Tyler yelled. "I trusted you! You lied to me Tyler. In addition, I also chained you up and tortured you. Care to remark on that?" Wednesday replied forcefully.

"Oh please. Like you have a moral leg to stand on Wednesday. Yes I lied. You lied and manipulated just as much as I did if not more. We're exactly the same. You used your roommate to get what you wanted when you wanted it. You never once cared that she could have gotten hurt or in trouble. You have that poor stupid wolf girl so wrapped around your finger it's not even funny. She'd do anything for you. You don't even see it. You used that bee club kid. I forget his name, but I'll always remember my claws ripping through his flesh. You never would have given him a second look if you didn't need that club to cover your movements. Now he's laying in a coma. He almost died. He still might. The Thorp kid is in jail for shit he didn't even do, and he'll probably never see the light of day again. You aren't the good guy here Wednesday. You could never be." Tyler growled angrily.

Wednesday tried to speak. "I...I...that's..." Tyler slapped her hard across the face. Wednesday's head snapped back causing her vision to go spotty. "I wasn't finished! This isn't your time to talk bitch!" Tyler screamed in her face. "You used me for the entire time you've been here! You were always aloof, cold, and distant until you needed something. It didn't matter what it was. I was working and from day one...day one you expected me to just drop everything I was doing and help you. Information, coffee, alibis, rides. It didn't matter. You even used me as a distraction when wolf girl started dating that moron then took off. I'm not stupid. I know why you agreed to go on that date with me. The best part is, it was never about solving the murders, was it? It was about your damn ego. It was about vindication. No one believed you that I shredded that dork in the forest. They told you that you were losing it. You couldn't handle being wrong. Just for the record, I didn't do it to save you. I was following orders not to let anything happen to you because Laurel needed you." Tyler's chest heaved.

Wednesday cleared her throat. "Tyler, I never claimed to be a good person. In fact, I'm almost positive I told you to stay away from me on more than one occasion. You insisted on helping me. I told Enid and Eugene and Xavier the same. I tried to warn you. I tried to warn all of you that I was meant to be alone. Not one of you cared enough to listen enough to fully respect my boundaries. Of course I'm going to use the resources presented to me to achieve my goals. Who wouldn't? I refuse to be held responsible because you failed to take the hint." Wednesday stated softly. Tyler huffed. "Actions speak louder than words Wednesday. Besides, you sought me out. ME! That had to mean something." Tyler yelled obviously angry. "Now look who's ego is bruised. It didn't." Wednesday replied coldly.

Tyler grabbed Wednesday by the chin forcing her to look at him. "You say that now, but you invited me to that stupid dance." Tyler huffed. "I didn't. Thing did. He thought I should go. You were the only one he thought might go with me. I never asked him to do that. I regret going with you greatly. I didn't even want to attend at all, but being forced to ask someone it wasn't you. You weren't my first choice. I asked Xavier remember? I even told you as much. Then Xavier and I had a falling out." Wednesday stated matter of factly. "Don't say that! Don't remind me. And the date? What about that huh? Why would you agree to that if you didn't like me?" Tyler screamed. "As a distraction. Enid had left-" Tyler cut Wednesday off with a hard slap to the face. "No!" He yelled. "No! You were going to kiss me before my dear old dad burst in! You were about to kiss me! Why?!" Tyler's eyes were wide. His chest heaving. He looked unhinged. Wednesday was quiet for a few moments. Her lip had been split. Her cheek was starting to bruise. "Truthfully, I don't know. I don't know why I kissed you at all. You're not who I wanted to kiss. You were just there. You were a place holder. You were available and they weren't. I was reminded of...I was thinking about them." Wednesday replied softly. She cast her eyes to the floor.

Tyler grabbed Wednesday by the throat and squeezed. She clawed at his hand. She tried to push him away. She kicked and fought as much as the chains would allow. Tyler kissed Wednesday hard forcing her lips to move with his. Finally he let go. Wednesday slumped gasping for air. "You're nothing but a tease. You're like a drug. You bring people in. You make them care about you. You use them and then you push them away. I hate you! You're toxic!" Tyler spat.

Then a sudden realization hit. "Wait. The movie made you think of...wait...unavailable...a distraction..."A laugh erupted from Tyler's throat as he put the pieces together. "Oh my God! Please tell me you're not a dyke Wednesday. You are aren't you?! You're a fucking pussy eating dyke. You can have any guy you want and you chose a fucking wolf girl. You want your defective fucking roommate. She has a boyfriend. I really was third wheeling at Laurel's house wasn't I. It kind of felt like I was but thought maybe you brought her because you just weren't ready to admit your feelings for me. You needed a buffer. Now I see the truth. Does Thorpe know?" Tyler erupted in laughter. "No. No one knows. Not even Enid." Wednesday replied softly.