Mutual Feelings | A Wenclair Love Story

Chapter 55: The blonde.

Caution Warning!! Slurs, abuse, and slight violence!!

Sunday, March 10th, 2023
8:36AM
(Three minutes before last chapters cliffhanger)
Yoko's POV

Fuck the Sinclair's.

Every single one of them.

For starters, fuck Harry Sinclair for snoring in his sleep. The guest room is right to his, and all last night I was forced to listen to the most diabolical werewolf breathing I've ever heard.

Fuck Esther Sinclair for making dinner last night an utter pain to sit through. The only thing I was looking forward to last night was the fucking food. So, tell me why I wasn't able to enjoy Murray's good ass cooking cause the blonde bitch witch decided to start some shit.

While we're on the topic, fuck Murray Sinclair for making me feel bad that the dude is married to the fucking spawn of Satan. Fuck that holy water-snorting bitch, I wanted to enjoy my meal.

Next on the list, fuck Enid Sinclair. That perky cotton-candy asshole invited me to her house with her mother present, and is expecting me not to kill her? Gurl, you sure as hell think highly of me because who the fuck do you think I am? Addams and I were literally talking about electrocuting the bitch when you were in the bathroom yesterday. Not shot you want us to "pull ourselves together."

Fuck Reggie Sinclair too, because why the fuck was this faggot stomping into the bathroom at like ten o'clock last night. Like, I know ten isn't even late but shit dude, you're heavy-footed as fuck.

And finally, fuck Easton Sinclair. I'm still not over your bitch ass taking the last chicken wing last night.

Sorry.

I'm irritable.

I don't know what time it is, but it's too early for the sun to be peeking through the blinds. Hell, it's always too early for the sun to be peeking through the blinds. I squeeze my eyes shut in response. Does the word 'allergic' not mean anything to you? I quickly get out of bed, walk towards the side window, and pull the curtains over the glass. I sigh, wiping my eyes before reaching for my sunglasses. Now going back over to the bed, I grab my phone off the nightstand.

Holy hell it's not even nine yet.

I know I'm a vampire and whatever, but I'm not a morning person. I know we're supposed to be nocturnal, sleep during the day work during the night, but I just sleep. Sure, I like nighttime more, but I don't appreciate being awake for any of it. One would think by this stage in my life I would have figured out my sleep schedule. Well, one thought wrong. Incredibly wrong.

Besides, it's not like I would've been able to sleep anyway with Enid's bedroom being right above mine. I swear, those motherfuckers would be doing it every other minute if they could. I'm not judging them for having sex, that'd be a bit hypocritical. I'm judging that they had sex here, in her house, her homophobic mother's house. I'm not really sure what I expected though. I should've known some freaky shit was gonna happen when Wednesday asked me how to go down on a girl in the car.

Speaking of Addams, I'm proud of her.

Not just for her studying the lesbian oral sex advice I gave her and then absolutely destroying the test.

Enid being the test.

However, I'm also proud of her for taking her mental health more seriously. Obviously, it's not easy, and for someone as stubborn as Wednesday it's even harder. So, I don't feel anything but pride for her when it comes to the topic. I don't know if she'd ever call me her friend out loud, but if she doesn't, I do it enough for the both of us. I would've never expected her and me to be friends, but it's been a pleasant surprise. Dare I say I love the girl, platonically of course.