As the Woe Turns: Once Broken A Wenclair story

The Elimination of B. Jones part 2

Hello lovely readers. Welcome to part 2 of The Elimination of Braydon Jones. I don't have much to say. Well sort of. I'm sorry I was gone for so long. I've said it before...but this almost didn't get written. I almost quit. A lot has happened in my personal life. I was sorta homeless for a bit. It was just a lot of things piled on top of each other.

On top of it all, I lost someone else very dear to me and I can't really breathe right anymore. Im broken but I'm going to do my best. That's what she'd want. She'd want me to continue writing. After all, that's how we met. How better to honor her?

For those of you that don't know...
The beginning of June, the online literary world/wattpad/TikTok/AO3/etc. and the Wednesday fandom community at large lost an amazing writer and person. Far far better than I am. Im sure at least some of you have read her work. If not I highly recommend you do.
She was truly an amazing writer.
Matilda Green(Tillie/Tilda) @clubgreenmachine she went by any and all of it. She is no longer with us. Im not at liberty to discuss the logistics of what happened but to say I'm devastated is one of the greatest understatements of all time. Even though we never met in person, she was one of my closest friends. Matilda left an indelible mark on my life. I absolutely get what Wednesday was trying to say to Enid. Matilda's absence has left a gaping hole. She was my cheerleader at times. My sanity. She kept me going...kept me writing. First when my cat passed then when my dad did. Even with the 8 hour time difference she was always there for me. She was always on a call or would text with me. She was also an enormous part of this book. She read nearly every chapter before I published it. Including the first part of this one. She even designed the cover for the next book. If there was ever any doubt, she was Hannah Green. Thus I have to write on. To quit would only tarnish the friendship we forged over the last couple of years.

💚For Matilda Always.💚

A special thanks goes out to ImCrazyAboutFood247 dinoviolet OnlyJemma19 OwlieCatLady . Please forgive me any liberties I took. Especially with age...you're all in your early to mid 20's in this lol. I really do love and appreciate each one of you.

⚠️Braydon is gross. Sorry not sorry. Things get bloody, gorey, and heavy. Violence. Torture. Offensive language. Poorly written horror comedy⚠️

1 week earlier
A cell phone rang in the middle of the night in a dark house on the outskirts of London. Hannah Green sat up groggily, sheets clutched to her bare chest. She looked at the digital clock on the bedside table and groaned. Her phone rang again. "For fucks sake." She grumbled and rolled her eyes as she swiped to answer the call. "Hey you alright?" she mumbled. "I need to speak with your girlfriend." A voice insisted calmly. "It's four o'clock in the fucking morning yeah? What makes you think she's even here?" Hannah snarked. "I have no doubt she is. Enid follows you on Instagram. The two of you have become insufferable. Put her on the phone...please." The voice demanded softly. "Fine alright. Hold on. Hello to you too Addams by the way." Hannah scoffed. "Hello Hannah Green." Wednesday Addams chuckled.

Hannah gently nudged Ann. She didn't stir so she trailed gentle kisses down her exposed shoulder. That brought a soft, sweet smile to Ann's face. She opened her eyes slowly and rolled over into Hannah's arms. She stretched. Hannah waved the phone in Ann's general direction . "Mmm. Hey. What's goin on?" Ann asked sleepily noting the seriousness of her partner. She reached up and caressed Hannah's cheek. Hannah leaned into it. "Babe?" Ann questioned. "You have a call my darling." Hannah stated softly. "I do?" Ann questioned. Hannah nodded. "Who?" She asked. "Wednesday Addams." Hannah murmured. Ann sat up and took the phone.