Goth Meets Glam

Chapter 4

Author's note

Hi, guys. You've all been wonderful. Thank you for reading. I can't tell you how much I appreciate it. Never expected this to get so many views 🥹🥹. I'll update again whenever I get to. 

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Bianca was sick of the silence. Usually, when she was driving, she would listen to something, anything, on her radio but now, she was left with complete and utter silence and the crashing sounds of the bags in the backseat whenever she hit a speed bump. 

Occasionally, she'd peek in the front mirror to see how Wednesday was doing, she didn't seem to be doing anything except stare at what was in front of her. Bianca loved her dark black eyes that always seemed to be staring into her soul, searching for whatever it was she was searching for. She was fascinating, sometimes in a deeply disturbing way but still... fascinating as hell.

"If you're going to stare, at least make it more subtle, " Wednesday said, not taking her eyes off of the horizon.

Her words made Bianca swerve a bit, "I'm not staring."

"How can a siren be such a terrible liar? I thought that was what you were born to do," Wednesday said.

Bianca made a short growl of anger. Wednesday could always make her feel stuff that she'd never felt before. A mix of emotions that she couldn't put her finger on. 

Suddenly, a lightning bolt struck and almost hit a tree next to them, leaving a burnt spot on the grass floor. 

"What the fuck was that?" Bianca said, stopping her car after checking there were no other behind her. 

"I believe it was a lightning bolt," Wednesday said as if she was explaining simple terms to a kindergartener. 

"It could've hit us!" Bianca exclaimed.

"But it didn't,"

"It could have!" Bianca roared, she took a deep breath and looked out at the foggy grey skies, "Perfect," she sighed. As if on cue, a few drops of rain pattered onto Bianca's car windows and then more came and more. 

"What are we going to do now?" Wednesday asked, putting her hand out of the window and feeling the drops of rain fall onto her hand. Bianca got her phone out a tried to dial Wednesday's parents but there wasn't any signal in the car somehow.

"Damn!" she said, exacerbated with the situation. 

"Do you think we'll be able to find a hotel for something? You could use your siren powers to convince the management to give us a room. It would be a great opportunity for me too, I am in need of some human organs for a.. project." Wednesday said. 

"We are not harvesting organs." Bianca never knew she would have to say that sentence in her entire life.

"But there wouldn't be a more perfect place to do it than at a hotel in the middle of nowhere. Really sets the vibe,"

Bianca groans. She looked around her for a moment. She knew this place. That giant broke sign advertising a burger place that was hanging on by a nail, that creepy abandoned car wash that she'd swear had noises coming from it and that rundown motel right there. She used her hand to wipe up the rain-blurred side windows to peer out more closely. There it was, with it's walls crumbled and drawn on. She sighed again. 

"I know somewhere. Just don't ask too many questions, okay?" Bianca said.

"Can't make any promises," was Wednesday's reply. 

They drive a bit further up and pulled into a parking space right in front of Bianca's room on the ground floor. Bianca opened the car door and realized that there was a good distance between the room and the car. 

They would have to make a run to it. 

"We need to get in there," Bianca pointed at Room 107. 

"What if it's occupied?" Wednesday asked, unsured.

"Trust me, it's not," 

First, Bianca ran out of the car with her jacket covering her and ran to the door where there was cover. Then, Wednesday calmly walked out of the car and joined Bianca at the door. They were both dripping wet. Bianca fumbled in her bag to find her keys.

"What're you looking f-" 

Bianca pulled it out, a small key with a keychain saying Room 107 on it, and quickly unlocked the door, pushing it open and dumping her bag onto the floor.

"Welcome to my home, Wednesday," Bianca gestured at the one-bedroom room. 

After putting off the goth girl's many questions and them finally taking a hot shower and changing, Bianca could finally sit down and relax. For thirty seconds. Then, Wednesday joined her in her in her black silk pajamas with a black and white striped sweater vest over it. Bianca couldn't help but admire her for a few seconds. She had never seen Wednesday look so human if that was the right way of describing it. She would've never imagined Wednesday sleeping, let alone having pajamas. Plus, she looked cute.

"I need answers," Wednesday said, leaning back onto the creaky sofa. 

"Look, I'm only telling you this because I trust you. I can't believe I trust you but I do," She said almost to herself, "My mom's in a cult. Well, she started a cult with her boyfriend. I don't want to be a part of her lies and schemes so I came here. I'm now living on minimum wage from a diner and the little cash my mom gave me."

"That sounds like it sucks," Wednesday said, thinking about how she used to think Bianca was some spoiled rich kid. 

"Because it does," she gave a sad laugh, "And worst of all, I think my mom might be trying to get me to come back to her, to help her lure people in with my siren song. If she takes this to court, she will win, she still has control over me because I'm not eighteen yet. I won't be able to do anything against it,"

"Not if I can help it." Wednesday said. 

"What can you do about it?" Bianca asked her.

"Homicide." 

"You are not going to kill my mother, Wednesday," Bianca told her.

"First, the 'no harvesting organs' and now the 'no killing my mother', you must be fun at parties," Wednesday deadpanned.

"Did Wednesday Addams really just make a joke?" Bianca said while looking at her with a fake shocked expression. 

"I guess so,"