Chapter 6.

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It's nearly SATURDAY!!! Why does school have to be on Saturday as well???

“Over here. Quickly!” Frankie whispers, pushing Wednesday through a trap door leading down to the cellar.

“Why are you whispering?” She asks panting as she finds her balance just before falling down the steep stairs.

“Shhhhh…” He looks around frightened and quickly closes the trapdoor. 

Wednesday looks at the trapdoor astonished. It’s pitch black though and she can’t tell whether she’s looking up or down. “He left me… He just left me here? What sort of person does that?”

She feels her way down the stairs, almost falling with every step, every now and then complaining about how this terrible boy left her in a cellar! But just as she reaches the bottom of the stairs, (she knows this because she taps her foot in front of her several times, feeling around), she’s blinded by a ton of lights that suddenly light up the room.

“Wednesday?”

She opens her eyes finally and just catches sight of Frankie push himself out of an elevator. She sighs relieved. She knew he wouldn’t just leave her there…

“This is my father’s office.” He gestures around them and for the first time she actually looks around at her surroundings. It looked just like a normal cellar with the exception of a single strange bottle that just stood in the middle of the room. She looked at Frankie questioningly. She walks forward slowly and reaches out to touch it. 

“NO!” Frankie pushes forward and pushes her over. “Don’t touch it!”

She stares astonished at his sudden rage. 

“Sorry, just please don’t touch it.” He sighs as he slowly pushes his wheelchair away from the bottle. Wednesday follows as he stops in front of a small crate, gesturing for her to sit down. She does.

“As I was telling you, my father is a little… crazy.” As he talks he looks at the single wine bottle with a look of terrible fear. “He has a strong belief in this foundation and does a lot for it… a lot.” He raises his eyebrows.

Wednesday sits there bouncing her leg impatiently. Patience was one of the few qualities she did not receive from her mother- that she did not receive at all. She must have gotten her impatience from her father. “Get to the point!” 

He looks at her surprised but then his expression becomes sincere. “You’re going to die…” 

She rolls her eyes. She knows that.

“Tonight.”

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