As the Woe Turns: Once Broken A Wenclair story

Tempus Fugit

⚠️ I think we've been doing this long enough now. The usual trigger warnings apply. Proceed with all due caution. Super long guys. Sorry not sorry. Ok a little bit, but I think it's worth it. I hope you all do too.⚠️

Wednesday woke up groggy. She had no idea what time it was, or how much time had passed but there was sunlight flooding into her room uninhibited. Someone should have pulled the curtain. She was surprised Thing hadn't. Maybe he hated her now too. Wednesday tried to sit up but failed. The sedative she was given presumably the night before was still fogging her brain making her ability to form cognitive thought, as well as her movements slower than normal.

Wednesday shifted uncomfortably. She was stiff. Her head was pounding. She was sick to her stomach. Her mouth was dry. Then it all hit at once. She had lost Enid to Ajax and admitted to what Tyler had done to her all in a matter of hours. Everything around her had fallen to pieces. She felt raw and battered. Once again so far removed from herself. She had admitted to both of her greatest weaknesses. One, she had fallen in love and it ended with a broken heart. Two, she couldn't prevent an attack and Tyler was able to over power her. On top of that, she had found out she was pregnant as a result, and her father had been profoundly angry about it. She was pretty sure life as she had known it was over.

Wednesday scoffed at the sheer absurdity and uncertainty of her future. She once had every minute detail of her day planned let alone her future. She had a two year plan, a five year plan, seven and ten year plans. That all went to hell. Now look at her. A soon to be teenaged mother with no support, and no where to go. Later she would have to check her personal funds assuming they weren't cut off and make a new plan to rebuild her life on her own. After that she could decide what she was going to do about the parasite growing within her. It was an Addams, and there was a code. Addams don't murder Addams. Sure, harm, torture, maim, dismember, kill in a fair fight, but not murder. Add to that the fact she was a minor and her options were extremely limited. Poison sounded like her best bet at the moment. That or jumping off the roof. Perhaps Uncle Fester would agree to help as her guardian. He had been known to take her side in familial disputes before. Wednesday took a deep breath trying to steady herself. Then another.
It was odd though. Wednesday had suddenly started to spiral. She started feeling trapped and anxious as her mind raced. Then there was a flutter in her chest and she felt a sudden sense of calm pass over her. It must be because her secrets were out and there was nothing left to torment her. That wasn't to say she was back to normal though. She was still far from it, but it was a step in the right direction tentatively.

A noise caught Wednesday's attention. A small sniffle and a creak. Her eyes darted quickly around the room. They landed on the tall form her mother curled up and covered with a quilt sleeping in an old rocking chair that had at some point been brought into her room while she was unconscious. Had her mother really stayed the entire night by her side? She hadn't done that since Wednesday was a small child. Wednesday felt a warm feeling in her chest. She felt safe for the first time in weeks. Perhaps all was not lost just yet. She watched with apprehension as her mother stirred.

Morticia had felt Wednesday wake. Last night she stayed with her, not wanting to leave her side after what she had heard. Her heart broke for her daughter. The curse, rejection, and dealing with the after effects of a traumatic experience, the attack on the school, and who knew what else. Alone each incident would be bad enough. Combined, it would be enough to break anyone. Even an Addams. Even her daughter. She needed to see that Wednesday was ok. She needed to be there incase Wednesday had needed her. However, now that her daughter was awake her presence in Wednesday's room felt like an intrusion. After all, they weren't as close now as they once were. Wednesday being the staunch independent young woman she is, she never really did have any use for Morticia after a certain age. It most definitely stung, but she had adapted for the sake of her daughter. She respected Wednesday's boundaries the best she could. Morticia sat up fully. Silently she began folding the quilt she had used. She felt Wednesday's eyes on her. She heard her daughter sigh. "Darling, are you alright?" She asked. "I'm fine mother." Wednesday huffed. Morticia nodded. She moved to leave. That sense of security that Wednesday had in her mother's presence started to fade the closer she got to the door. "Mother." She heard Wednesday call. Morticia turned. "Could you...would you please...stay..." she heard her daughter ask softly. "Oh my darling. Of course I will." She replied lovingly.