As the Woe Turns: Once Broken A Wenclair story

Footsteps

Traditions. We all have them. For better or worse. Some good. Some bad. For the most part, we treasure them, those we share them with, and those we have acquired them from. We may cringe from time to time but we still look forward to them in our own way. We find joy in including others and passing them down to future generations. They are an important part of our lives marked as significant with the passage of time. They help bring us together, and set us apart. They help to shape and mold who we are in the grand scheme of things. They mark societies and peoples giving us our own culturally unique spins on life. They are passed down, prized, cherished, and held onto with white knuckle grips. Especially those held this time of year.

With that said...Happy New Year Ya'll! Sorry this wasn't out sooner...life. This chapter is long. Just a heads up though, I'm going to roll on in this chapter past Enid's work party and some pretty significant stuff for now. I will allude to some things. You'll probably scratch your heads and probably yell at me for clarification, but it will have a chapter of its own coming up just bear with me please. I truly am sorry this chapter took so long, but nearly 13,7908 words is a lot. Without further ado...chaos! Enjoy!
-Shadow

December 19:
Setting the Stage

Enid woke to her alarm. 7am had come too quickly. Someone must have plugged her phone in because it absolutely should be dead. Her battery was only at 20% at the club. Enid groaned. 'UGH! The damn club.' She looked around groggily. She recognized Wednesday's room, but there was no Wednesday to be found. The spot next to her in bed was already cold. She had been gone for a while. Enid was a bit disappointed, but it wasn't completely unexpected.

On the nightstand, she found a glass of water, some Tylenol and a note that read:
'Enid. By the time you wake to read this, I will be gone for the day. I have things to attend to. There is a towel and a suitable change of clothing in the bathroom. I suggest you take a shower. You reek of alcohol.
P.S.: There are breakfast pastries, coffee, and juice down stairs in the kitchen. I'm sure Ever will be pleased to see you. Don't linger too long in bed or you'll be late. W.A.'
Most people wouldn't see a problem with the letter. They wouldn't notice the difference, but to Enid the wording of it felt slightly off. It felt detached. It felt cold and distant. It still showed care, but it was closer to the Wednesday she had dormed with right before the attack, not the Wednesday she had become accustomed to over the last few weeks.

Enid felt guilty. Her chest ached. Whatever distance there was, was her fault. She told her fellow teachers she was Pan, and she was there with her bestie and her bestie's girlfriend. Nothing more. Even though those in the group were all distinct flavors of the rainbow themselves she just couldn't say more. She was almost scared to admit fully to who she was. It didn't make any sense.

Enid was happy. She felt the best she had in years. She was excited to finally be with Wednesday. She was over joyed to have her little family even if it wasn't like officially official. She finally felt complete. So why was it so difficult to admit that she had a girlfriend or that she was dating Wednesday Addams to other people? Wednesday deserved better than that. Her mind flashed to her mother. She wanted Enid to follow in her footsteps. A path Enid never wanted. Esther had engrained in her the importance of living a normal traditional werewolf lifestyle. With a normal traditional boring werewolf boy and as many pups as they could have. She also never had anything nice to say about Wednesday. Wednesday was different. Too different. Her entire existence mocked and spat in the face of what was traditional.

Suddenly Enid felt like she was back at Nevermore scared to admit who she was to herself and others. It was like having to sneak around to avoid the watchful eyes of her brothers again. To live like she was ashamed. Like she still had to hide parts of herself to survive. Enid grumbled under her breath. After all these years, Esther Sinclair's influence was still hard to shake. Because of it, Enid had hurt the person she cared for most. Even if she won't admit she was hurt.