Mutual Feelings | A Wenclair Love Story

Chapter 43: Who called?

This chapter is a bit shorter cause it is more of a filler, but trust the process for real because I think y'all are gonna really like the incoming storyline!!!

Thursday, March 7th, 2023
3:39AM
Enid's POV

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

I slowly fade back into consciousness as I hear loud bangs coming from me and Wednesday's dorm door. I shuffle in my sleep, hoping that if I pretend I don't hear the noise, it'll go away.

Wednesday's laying down next to me. As she sleeps on her back, I have my arms around her waist and my head sits on her chest, listening to her heartbeat, which I just recently realized helps me fall asleep faster. Me and her have been sleeping in the same bed at night more often, mutually agreeing that neither of us have any nightmares when we're close. Whether it's Crackstone, Tyler, the car accident, etc., all of it just disappears in the moment. It's nice.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

I hear the knocks again, this time louder. I roll over and glance at the clock on my nightstand, watching as it ticks to 3:40AM.

Who the fuck is knocking on my door at three in the morning?

I sigh, rolling back over into my previous position. I'm surprised Wednesday isn't hearing the knocks, she's normally an extremely light sleeper. Then again, she was really tired after she took a shower, reasonably too. I'll try not to let it get to my head...but I'm most definitely proud to say that I gave my girlfriend such an intense orgasm, she literally lost balance when she tried to stand up.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Seriously, who the fuck?

"Sinclair." Wednesday says out of nowhere, startling me slightly since I thought she was sound sleep. I squint my eyes and look up at her, noticing that her eyes are still shut. "If I hear one more knock there's going to be a dead body in Ophelia Hall, and that is not a joke."

I sigh.

Now I need to get up.

"I don't even know who the hell would be knocking this early in the morning." I whine, sitting up on the bed before slowly getting out of it. As my feet touch the cold wooden floor, I quickly hurry over to my pink bunny slippers, stretching as I step into them.

"Clearly someone with a death wish." Wednesday adds from the bed, and I nod my head in agreement at her comment. I glance back to her to see her eyes still shut, even though she's now fully awake. "There's a knife under the sixth floorboard from the door...in case that can soothe any anxieties that stem from opening a door at three in the morning to a strangely loud knocking." She adds. For some reason, the thought of someone dangerous being on the other end of this wall hadn't even crossed my mind. Maybe I shouldn't open the door. However, if I don't, whoever's on the other end will keep knocking. So, what will it be, a good night's sleep with the possibility of getting murdered, or a bad night's sleep with ensuring my safety?

Easy answer.

A good night's sleep with the possibility of getting murdered.

"If I get murdered in two seconds, please do my burial outfit justice. I don't want to be put in the ground wearing an ugly dress." I joke, still tired and slightly delirious since I am rarely ever awake at a time like this.

"Enid, if you get murdered in two seconds, everybody is dying, and not just in the school, but in the country, starting with the imbecile outside the door, and ending with your horrendous mother in San Francisco."