As the Woe Turns: Once Broken A Wenclair story

All or Nothing

Sorry this took so long to get out. It's long. Also, I wasn't feeling so great this week. Mild spice warning at the end. The last third is not proof read. Thank you for reading.
-Shadow

With Wednesday

It's Friday. Wednesday had brought Ever back to the manor that morning and helped her get situated into her room. True to form, the little girl was healing quickly. Nearly all the bruising from her little body was gone. Her arm was in a sling, but not for long. She could walk on her own now with a slight limp. They were keeping an eye on her head injuries, but they were no longer serious. The brain bleed closed, it wasn't an immediate threat anymore, but the scar tissue remained. It might always be there as a stark reminder of the fragility of life but Ever would be ok. She was alive and she was home where she belonged. However, bed rest was still a must. Ever was on an extremely small dose of a light painkiller for the discomfort she felt and it did make her a bit sleepy. (Think like Motrin 800's but a child's dose. No heavy narcotics.)

The Addams family was having their yearly gathering today for the Thanksgiving holiday since Ever had been in the hospital for the actual date. Everyone had taken time in the kitchen preparing their contributions to the feast. Even so, dinner was still at least an hour away. The family was relaxing and conversing. The Ottinger women were watching a football game in the parlor with Pugsley and Fester.  There was the occasional duel or explosion as they all did their own thing. Wednesday was considering going to get Enid. Ever had already asked for her a few times, and despite her unwillingness to admit it Wednesday wanted her there. But would it be crossing a line? Would it be too soon? She missed the tangibility of the duck tape line that had divided their old dorm room. It was easier to pretend then. She favored it over this...whatever it was. This limbo that she had helped create if she wasn't actually the direct cause of it.

Wednesday felt anxious. She was completely on edge to say the least. What she had done with Enid in the school yard was so out of character for her. She would never...normally. Not to say sex or even relationships were off the table she just hadn't made that connection with anyone yet. There had to be a connection. What they shared felt both wrong and right. Wrong only because well all rational thought went out the window on that. So right that she couldn't stop thinking about it. She salivated at the thought of the taste of Enid. Her initial trepidation concerning her actions had melted away. There had always been a connection between them. That was the connection she needed. A spark of something with great potential. She couldn't get her actions out of her head, and she wanted to do it again. She wanted to touch more of Enid. Every inch. Remove her clothing and lay soft kisses on her bare skin. She wanted to taste her lips and drink in the noises that might escape Enid's pretty mouth. What the hell was she becoming?

It wasn't this bad when they were together, this feeling wasn't the raging inferno that threatened to consume her. When Enid was with them at the hospital it wasn't nearly this bad. The burning was something to stand near. To soak in. It radiated warmth and comfort. Right now, out of sight was definitely not out of mind. Not seeing her today. Not hearing Enid's voice was torture. Having Ever discharged before Enid got there for the day was agony. Wednesday was absolutely losing her mind. Her senses were on overload. She asked for distance. She asked for friendship. She asked for this madness. She would have to endure it.

Wednesday's hands were shaking. Her pupils were dilated. Wednesday paced from one side of the room to the other. Enid Sinclair was an addiction. The 'curse' was in full swing at the moment. It scared her to death. She was drowning. She didn't feel like she was in control of any part of herself. All rational anything was gone. She was becoming like her father. Passionate and impulsive. Drunk on love and physical need. He couldn't bare even an instant away from her mother. It was savage. She would not succumb in the same way. It was unacceptable.