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Wednesday stared at Vincent Thorpe, taking in his every detail. He did not look the way she was used to seeing him while being worshiped by her brother. But that was to be expected. Here, there were no make-up or lighting techniques, not to mention she had put him under quite a bit of stress the past several weeks. It was bound to make a difference.
She had to admit she could see why so many would consider Vincent Thorpe handsome. He stood about as tall as his son. While Xavier had green eyes that pierced the soul, Vincent Thorpe's eyes took the same green bleeding into hazel, giving his eyes a bright look even when dulled from exhaustion. He had a long, symmetrical face, high cheekbones and a defined jawline. His long brown hair also mirrored his son's, and while his frame was the same, he obviously worked to put on some muscle.
However, one of the most noticeable things was the small bit of gleam in his eyes. As a writer and investigator, Wednesday trained herself to be very observant. Xavier would get a particular look whenever she did something that particularly impressed him. Part pride and part awe. Though she was not self-involved enough to think she was the only one receiving that look, she was certainly very familiar with it. Familiar enough to spot that Xavier had obviously picked up the expression from his father.
Now, why would Vincent Thorpe be looking at her like that? Could it be that her abilities had impressed him despite their use to torment him?
Only one way to find out, she supposed.
"You noticed I was here?" she asked.
"You knew I would," he said, "You are not delusional enough to believe that a beginner's hallucination, no matter how well developed, would get past someone with my training,"
That was true. Considering the man's state of mind, she had hoped to make it past two days but wasn't surprised when she didn't. Vincent Thorpe had three decades on her.
"Though I have to say, you are definitely much more experienced in the art of torture,"
There was that.
"I would like to know why?" said Vincent, eye roaming her face, "It was a lot of trouble that you went through. I'm sure you had some help, but still, an impressive amount of planning,"
The man wasn't stupid. What was the point here?
"You know," she told him.
Wednesday was watching the other psychic closely. She noticed the shift in expression. The purse of his lips and the skin around his eyes tightened. He was definitely affected.
Vincent squared his shoulders. "I have an idea," he said, "But I would like to hear it anyway,"
Wednesday raised her head. Here goes.
"It's Xavier," she told him, "Frankly, your treatment of your son is atrocious,"
Vincent pursed his lips but didn't say anything. Wednesday took it as her cue to continue on.
"I do not get along with my parents, especially my mother, all the time. However, I know if I call, they will answer. Xavier can't even rely on that,"
Wednesday had heard about some of the parents in Nevermore. The Sinclair Alpha's controlling nature, Gabriella's manipulations, distant and absent Vincent Thrope and even the emotionally unavailable Sherriff.
It had brought into focus how she had never had to wonder about her own parents' devotion to her. They might have been misguided at times, but she always had them in her corner.
She could never imagine reaching out to them and not having them reach back.
Not everybody had that luxury.
Vincent Thrope didn't appear to have anything not say, so Wednesday continued on.
"I did my research, you know. Your sister died shortly after she was born, and your parents died as well in that car crash a few years later. You spent the rest of your time in an outcast orphanage in terrible conditions. You didn't have anyone show up for you, so you think that it's fine not to show up for him, at least, that's how you justify it, right? You tuned out just fine. He'll be fine too,"
Wednesday was on momentum now, the world spilling like targeted poisonous shots.
"Except you're not fine, are you? Your child needs you, and you can't be bothered to look away from your work. What kind of parent that claims to love their child does that, hmm?"
Wednesday shrugged, "The only thing I can take away from that is that you don't love your son after all. He's just another little accessory for you, something nice for rich and famous Vincent Thorpe to indulge in when he's bored or has been kicked out of his office by his assistants,"
Vincent finally seemed to find his voice again.
"That's not-"
Wednesday completely spoke over him.
"Speaking of, how are those assistants, oh wait, friends of yours? Not around too much these days, are they?"
Vincent's composure seemed to break a little more as he flinched. He stayed quiet, but Wednesday could feel her own energy slipping away. She would have to make the next few minutes count. She didn't think Vincent would want her anchored here. It was a miracle he hadn't sent her away already.
"He's going to be brilliant one day. No, he is already brilliant. And he'll only get better," Wednesday told him, her voice becoming softer at the end. It seemed to have a more significant effect on the other psychic. Wednesday was very good at cracking people. And this man was cracking.
So, she kept going.
"He's going to do great things, and he's going to share them with the world. He will have people beside him, happy to support him and see him thrive. You are not going to be one of those people. He's going to stand beside other people and lift them up. You are not going to be one of those people. He will cherish and be cherished, and it will not involve you. He-"
"I think that's-" started Vincent. Wednesday did not let him interrupt.
" No! " she hissed. Vincent winced and flinched back.
"He will live a fulfilled life," she told him, her voice even again.
The edges of the space began to blur. Wednesday was running out of time.
"He will live a fulfilled life and be happy and supported..."
She used the last surge of power to create a crude illusion of the future. It was far from professional but would get the point across. Xavier winning awards, Xavier celebrating with friends, Xavier smiling and laughing and being joyous.
"...and you," she told him, shattering the scene, "You will be all alone ,"
The last reserves of her power ran out, and she found herself back on the floor of her room, Thing pacing nervously. As soon as she got her bearings, she headed for the waste bin close to her and vomited out the contents of her stomach.
Thing gestured to her frantically. Wednesday grinned and wiped her mouth.
"Don't worry, Thing," she told him, "It was very much worth it,"
Thing rotated in what Wednesday had learned to read as exasperation.
She smiled again, "Hopefully, he likes my parting gift,"
xxx
Darius winced as a little bit of tea spilled on him from the jostled cup. He really should learn to put his beverages down before taking a seat himself. It was something Vincent always laughed at him for.
He sighed. Now he was thinking of his best friend again, or maybe former best friend? How much had he tangled himself to the man that something as simple as spilled tea became a reminder of him.
As if answering, his headache flared up again, the entire reason he had gotten tea in the first place.
Darius winced and rubbed his temple. Stupid. Stupid. He had become too dependent on the other man and just a couple of weeks away were making him feel like shit.
In frustration he dug his fingers into his forehead. Counting back from a hundred, he took a few deep breaths. There was no point in thinking about it too much, he would look for something else. He should have done it a long time ago, even when his and Vincent’s friendship was strong. It was stupid to rely on one-
Darius’ phone rang, cutting off his thoughts. Tea still in hand, he picked up the phone to take a look. It was an unfamiliar number but for some reason he felt compelled to answer it.
“Hello?”
“Darius Mensah?” The voice was robotic and instantly had the man sitting straight, his heart speeding up.
“Yes, who is this?”
“You should check on your friend,” said the voice, turning off the phone as soon as the words were out.
Darius wasted no time on sprinting out of the door, keys in hand and headache forgotten. The spilled tea would probably leave stains on the carpet and couch but it was the furthest thing from man’s mind.
He needed to get to his friend. He need to get to Vincent.
xxx
By the time Vincent realized that there was nothing moving under his skin, his nails were already covered in his own blood.
Goddamn it, what had that girl sent him? He felt weak, too weak to move, too weak to speak, too weak to do anything really.
Through hazy eyes, Vincent tried to make a last effort to reach for his phone but he failed, slumping back on to the floor.
He couldn’t help but chuckle as he felt himself slipping into darkness. It probably didn’t matter. There wasn’t anyone to answer his calls anyway.
And who’s fault is that Vincey?
xxx
Darius landed in his friend’s apartment in a flash of light. He had been entering the stairwell when he remembered that he could teleport . It took more power then he usually had and would use up all his reserves but it was better then driving to Vincent’s place. He could deal with the heavy limbs, lethargy and the potential crash if it meant he had a quicker path to his friend.
Once he got to Vincent's room, he was glad he had taken the option. The man was crumpled beside his bed, deathly pale, with deep scratches all over his arms.
Knowing the other man very well, Darius hurried to the table in the corner and found his journal. As he expected, Vincent had been recording all his findings, up until the day.
“Son of a,” murmured Darius as he read though the recent entries, quickly taking out his phone.
“Hey, Jenna,” he said as soon as she picked up, “Get me the closest Other doctor we have. Fast ,”
xxx
“You made sure he was discovered in time? Yes uncle Fester it’s-”
Wednesday rolled her eyes.
“No, Uncle Fester. I am not going soft but I really need- oh well. why couldn’t you have lead with that,”
There was some giggling on the other side. Very Uncle Fester-esque giggling.
“Goodbye, Uncle Fester,” she said exasperatedly, turning the phone off. She didn't like them at first, but they really were convenient.
“Well, Thing,” she told her severed companion, “That’s another project taken care of,”
Thing gestured.
“Of course, I remember I’m meeting Xavier,”
Thing gestured again.
“Oh, shut up,”
xxx
Vincent's body felt like it was floating through some heavy fog. He was both cold and hot at the same time, aches spreading all over his limbs.
There were voices in his head.
You will be all alone.
He will thrive without you.
You are all alone
And there was his son, getting far and far away from him.
No! No! He wanted to shout but it was no use.
There was only darkness
xxx
Darius sat at Vincent’s side, gently swiping the feverish man’s forehead.
A psychic attack. Someone had psychically attacked him. The doctor they had called over had explained that they could only wait out the effects. In the meantime they had left them a few things to ward off any more attacks. Darius hadn’t really paid attention to that part, allowing Jenna to take care of it.
Darius hadn’t left his side for the last two days making sure he was there for the few times the man had become lucid. Each time, he had asked about his son to which Darius had assured that Xavier was fine. It seemed that in the last few days before the attack, the father son duo had only been communicating through sparse texts that consisted of Xavier asking about the stalker and Vincent giving one word responses. It was easy enough to keep those up but Darius would eventually have to call the school to let the boy know what was going on.
He was not looking forward to it.
“Come on, Vince. Please come back to me,”
xxx
Wednesday slowly took apart her board, almost ritualistically. Thing and Enid had offered to help but she liked doing this part by herself. It calmed her.
Another project over, another goal achieved.
“Do you really think it worked?” Enid asked from her bed
Wednesday shrugged. “We shall see,”
Enid nodded at her roommate and went back to her magazine, known better then to prod.
Wednesday went back to her task, imagining all the things she would do if it hadn't worked.
xxx
Vincent wandered the foggy darkness. Occasionally, he would see a little bit of light, only for it to disappear again, leaving him cold and alone.
Was this how his son felt?
As he walked and walked, he heard a familiar voice echoing around him.
Vincent. Vincent. Vincent.
He followed it to another spot of light. This time it didn’t disappear.
xxx
Wednesday, Ajax and Bianca stood in front of the shed as Xavier brought out a canvas.
“It’s bigger than last time,” whispered Ajax
“Maybe he added more crows,” said Bianca, she turned to the girl beside her, “Hey, you know anything about it, Wednesday?”
Wednesday shrugged. Bianca rolled her eyes and turned away, thinking the girl was being her usual self. The girl in question would have really liked to be her usual self but unfortunately that was not the case. Ever since her call to Uncle Fester, she had been progressively feeling worse. She felt warmer than usual, there was a growing headache behind her eyes and she felt like losing her lunch even though she hadn’t felt well enough to even have lunch.
Shaking her head, Wednesday brought her focus back to where Xavier was now standing over the canvas. As the three of them watched, crow after crow started to come out of the painting. More than they had seen before.
“...eight, nine, ten!,” exclaimed Ajax, “He’s at ten!”
Wednesday smiled inwardly despite her headache. After the first fiasco, Xavier had set a goal of twelve crows doing a five minute routine. There were already ten crows and time wise…
“Three minutes and fifty-six seconds!” said Ajax, “You’re almost there, man,”
Wednesday mumbled her congratulations to Xavier making him frown a little but she knew he would ultimately shrug it off. She still didn’t like talking with him in front of people too much
When she got back to her dorm, she only had a few minutes to be glad that Enid wasn’t there before she was bending over a waste basket and throwing up.
With bated breath, she waited for Thing to scuttle out from somewhere but when it didn’t, she drew a breath of relief. Enid must have taken Thing with her, which meant that she had some time to clean everything up.
The last thing she needed was Thing reporting to her parents.
xxx
On the third day Darius's vigil was interrupted by a slight movement from the man on the bed.
Darius looked down at the other man’s face. His eyes seemed to be fluttering a little. Grabbing his hand, Darius squeezed a little.
“Vincent, can you hear me?”
Vincent coughed. Darius got him water from a nearby jug, allowing him to sit up and take small sips.
“Vincent?” he asked again, letting the man lean back. “You with me?”
Vincent blinked and looked at him, only barely able to squeeze his friend’s hand back. Then slowly, his gaze moved to Darius’s hair.
“You changed it,” he whispered
“What?” said Darius, his other hand going to his head, “Oh, you mean my hair? Yeah, I wanted something different this time,”
Darius had kept his hair pretty consistent over the years with short locs that matched his natural color. But two days after the fiasco with Vincent, he had wanted something new.
“I like it,” said Vicnent, “The red suits you,”
Darius chuckled. “Yeah, I guess I did the break up thing,”
“We didn’t break up,” said Vincent, his voice considerably lower.
“Kinda felt like it,” said Darius, chuckling to hide the pressure building in his throat.
“Darius…”
Darius shook his head.
This wasn’t about him.
“It’s fine, how are you? Your notes said you realized who was doing this?”
“I feel okay. Tired but okay,” he said, “I should call Xavier,”
“Yes, of course,” said Darius, deciding to skip the fact that his friend hadn’t answered his second question. This wasn’t about him.
“I’ll grab your phone,”
This wasn’t about him.
xxx
Xavier was cleaning his shed, still high on his success with the crows earlier when he heard his phone blare with his father’s ringtone.
He scrambled to pick it up. He had barely been able to talk to his father since the call about the stalker and while the lack of contact was normal, the circumstances had had Xavier worried.
“Hi,” he said into the receiver
“Hey, Xavier,” his dad answered. His voice was a little rough but otherwise he sounded alright.
“Hey, how are you?” Xavier asked, “Is everything okay? What’s going on with your stalker?”
His dad laughed, his voice still sounded a little rough. Xavier wanted to ask again if his father really was okay but decided against it. He’d already asked the question once.
“I’m fine,” he said, “The stalker is taken care of. No need to worry about it any further. You can probably stop with any protective jewelry the principal gave you,”
“Right,” said Xavier, hesitating before asking his next question.
“Is there something else?” Vincent Thorpe asked
“Uh…yeah,” said Xavier, “I was wondering if this meant you would be able to come to the parent-teacher weekend. It’s next weekend,”
There was silence over the phone.
Xavier had his answer.
“Right,” he said softly, “Why do I even bother? You’re not coming are you?”
“Listen son…”
Xavier’s anger rose suddenly and viciously.
“Don’t,” he hissed, “Don’t ‘son’ me! Just don’t! I don’t know why I even bother. You just don’t care!”
“No Xavier, that’s not-”
Xavier hung up the phone. There was no point. He didn’t want to listen to his father’s excuses. He threw his phone, barely missing the canvas with the ten crows. He had the urge to throw the entire canvas out next but after a deep breath, he refrained.
His friends would be disappointed if he wasted all that effort. They were the ones who had supported him through all this. He wanted to make them proud.
Screw his dad.
xxx
“Fuck!” said Vincent as the phone turned off, “Dammit”
He guesses that’s what he got for being a consistently shitty father. Of course Xavier thought the worst.
“You don’t think you’ll be able to make it,” said Darius. Vincent could hear the hint of disapproval there and it made him cringe. God, could he disappoint any more people then he already had.
“I don’t think I can travel like this,” he told Darius, “Psychic attacks take a lot out of you and this was especially brutal,”
One would think that with the girl being inexperienced it would be easier to recover but that was not the case. The Addams’s bloodline was powerful and that power unleashed without the proper discipline could be deadly even when not meant to be. He was lucky Wednesday had been taught some responsibility.
“I could probably move around a little bit but I don’t think I can travel by plane,”
Wednesday and Xavier’s words were ringing in his head.
You just don’t care do you.
Your son needs you and you can’t be bothered.
You’re not coming are you?
God he was a mess.
“Wednesday Addams is going to kill me,” he mumbled
Darius looked surprised, “Wednesday Addams? Wednesday Addams did this to you?”
“Yes,”
“Why?”
“Apparently she hates the way I treat me son,”
Darius gave him a blank stare and then snorted.
“Oh Yeah, Wednesday Addams is going to kill you,”
Vincent closed his eyes and groaned.
“You know,” said Darius, “You could just explain to Xavier what happened,”
Vincent sighed and looked at his friend, “Do you really think he’ll believe me? Not to mention I’m not going to tell him over the phone that his almost-friend has been doing this,”
“Almost-friend?”
“Trust me. She’s an Addams. The description fits,”
“You really don’t think you’ll be able to travel,” said Darius
Vincent sighed and took stock of himself and morsefully shook his head. “I don’t think so Dar. I’ll be moving around pretty soon but air travel is just not a good idea. There’s no reason to disrupt an entire crew if I’m just gonna have a medical emergency midair,”
They both fell silent again. Darius gently squeezed Vincent’s hand even though he gave no reaction. Darius held on anyway.
xxx
“Hey Bestie, guess wha Ajax-whoa are you okay?”
Enid looked at her best friend with concern. The girl in question was sitting very still on her bed, looking way more ghostly than usual.
“I am fine,” she said, except it came out as barely a whisper.
“You don’t look fine,” Enid said
“I just need to lie down,” said Wednesday, stiffly settling down on the bed. While Enid was used to Wednesday moving very oddly, the other girl always had a certain grace ot her movements. Right now that grace was entirely gone, leaving her a stiff and jerking mess.
“Wednesday…” said Endi, coming closer to her friend.
“Don’t,” insisted Wednesday, “And whatever you do, don’t tell Xavier
“Don’t tell…”
Oh.
This must have had something to do with the whole board about Xavier’s dad. It made sense. Whatever Wednesday had been doing had looked pretty involved and power like that came with a price.
Well, Wednesday had told Enid not to tell Xavier. She hadn’t said anything about anyone else.
xxx
After helping, or well, forcing Vincent to eat some soup, Darius once again found himself sitting at his friend’s bedside. The man had gone silent and still again. If it hadn’t been for the hand in his, he would have thought the man was once again in dreamland.
When Vincent finally started speaking, it came out fast and jumbled.
“She kept sending me nightmares, you know,” he said
“Nightmares?”
“Yes, nightmares!” He said, “He was being eaten by spiders, sometimes being pecked with crows. Once a tree swallowed him, Darius!. A tree! Where does that even come from?”
Darius didn’t need to ask who ‘he’ was. He just took his friends’ hand, once again feeling guilty for just leaving him.
Vincent sighed. “I need to see him,”
“Maybe I can teleport you,” Darius blurted out without thinking.
Oh shit.
But he couldn’t take it back when that beautiful smile spread across Vincent’s face, the smile so many others had fallen in love with but only Darius got to see up close.
“Really?” he asked, “It wouldn’t be too much?”
Well, in for a penny, in for a pound.
“I haven’t used my magic in a while so it should be okay. I can recover there,”
Liar!
Darius ignored the warning going on in his head as Vincent threw his arms around him.
“You're the best, Dar,”
He could do this if it made Vincent happy.
“And don’t you forget it.” He chuckled in response.
This wasn’t about him, after all.
xxx
Xavier frowned at his phone.
“Huh?”
“What is it?”
Xavier kept looking at his phone in disbelief.
“My dad said he’s coming to the school. Maybe tomorrow?”
Ajax frowned, “But the parent-teacher weekend is next weekend,”
“I know,” said Xavier, “It’s weird. Earlier he was telling me he might not be able to come at all,”
“But this is good, right?” said Ajax, “Hey, maybe it has something to do with that whole stalker thing,”
“Yeah,” Xavier mumbled, “Maybe,”
Bianca, who had been listening in, smiled. So Addams’ plan had worked after all. The girl would be happy to know.
xxx
In the early morning, Mother Addams came down to the hall to find the rest of the family in a deep discussion.
“Oh Mother! Good! You are here,” said Gomez, jumping up from his chair. As always, Morticia followed him with much more subdued grace.
“What is it my little nightmare?” Mother asked her son
“We got a message from Thing!” he exclaimed waving his hands around
Mother looked at Morticia.
“It seems like Wednesday has gotten herself into a bit of a situation,” her daughter-in-law explained.
How very unsurprising.
“Heading to the school?” she asked them
They nodded.
“I will come with you,” she told them, “I have a feeling I know what this is about,”
They both raised their eyebrows at her but refrained from saying anything. They knew better.
Mother Addams sighed as she went to pack a few things she might need. Maybe she shouldn’t have given Wednesday the resources that she did. The witchling was not fully trained yet and did not always act responsibly with her knowledge
But then again, all witches had to learn eventually and Wednesday Addams was never going to learn the conventional way.
Hopefully the girl hadn’t damaged Vinnie too badly.
xxx
Darius readied himself for the travel ahead. After packing a few things, and making sure they had someple ae to stay, the last thing he did was open his button drawer. The false button gave away to show a locked box. Taking a pin out, he stabbed his finger and then used the blood to open the lock.
The vial was right where he had left it.
Only for emergencies. That's what they had told him, both Vincent and the potion maker that had given it. The woman had purposefully only given him a little so he wouldn’t feel the urge to abuse it.
Vincent would not be happy if he knew what his friend was about to do.
Or maybe he won’t care.
Darius banished the thought of him ming and downed the liquid before he could change his mind. The liquid burned as it went down and then slowly he felt a flare of energy sparking deep in his soul. In a few hours that spark would be a flare and he would have to make sure that was when they teleported. He would be in a world of pain once it wore off but hopefully Vincent would be too busy with his son to notice it.
xxx
Mother, Gomez and Morticia Addam were shown the infirmary as soon as they entered the school. Apparently their girl ad gone into deep sleep and no one had been able to wake her yet.
“Oh, silly girl,” said Mother Addams, gazing at her young protege. Morticia sat at the bedside, gently stroking her daughter’s hair while Gomez discussed something with the principal.
“He got here a little bit ago. Once he realized you were here he insisted on speaking with you as soon as possible. If it’s alright with you, we can go to my office-”
Mother Addams interrupted, “You’re talking about Vincent Thorpe?”
The principal nodded quickly, “Yes, Madam,”
Mother smiled, “Well, you might as well send him down here,”
The principal seemed confused but did not argue. Smart creature.
A little bit later, Vincent Thorpe walked through the door. He looked paler then Mother even remmered him being and his eyes had a dull look to them. She could still feel the stench of magic on him.
It seemed Wednesday had done a number.
The man took in the girl figure sighed, “I wasn’t sure if I was hoping for this or not,”
Mother raised her eyebrows at him. “What do you mean?”
“Well, I would never wish harm on one of yours but if she hale and healthy when I got here it would mean you helped her do all she did which would…well,”
He shrugged a little helplessly at the end but Mother understood. No matter what happened, thin ing that your former mentor had gone batshit crazy was not a good feeling. Though some would say she was already there.
“I will not lie,” she told him, “I did give her some help, but some of it she took a little…far, further then I would have expected,”
“I expected as much,” he said, “But you must have suspected. Was I your little guinea pig to test your granddaughter’s obedience and responsibility?”
Mother smiled. Perceptive as always.
Mortica was the one who spoke up this time.
“Well Vincent, she’s not the only Addams that was a little upset with you,” she said, putting on her best beguiling smile, the one her Gomez had fallen for, “You should have called more often,”
The man chuckled softly, a tone of regret seeped through as he spoke.
“Yeah, I’m starting to understand that,”
“Have you seen him yet?” Gomez asked
“Not yet,” he said, “How is yours?”
“Fine,” Mother told him, “But if she doesn't wake up soon, it means she left some of her energy with you. We’ll need your help,”
Vincent smiled, “Of course,”
“Tell us,” said Gomez, “What did she specifically-”
They were interrupted by someone roughly opening the door.
“Dad,”
Vinent startled and turned, “Xavier!”
The man turned to hug his son. The hug was returned but soon Xavier was looking around with wide eyes.
“What the hell is going on here?”
xxx
When Xavier heard his father was here, he had been ecstatic, only to find that he was in the infirmary.
That’s when the panic had set in.
Did something happen on the way here? Was it the stalker? He had said everything was fine but his father was notoriously good at keeping things from him.
He threw open the door as soon as he got to the infirmary, calling out for his father as soon as he stepped inside.
“Dad,”
“Xavier,” his dad-and thank god he was fine-came forward and hugged him. Xavier let out a breath and hugged back tightly. The past few weeks, he had been filled with so many different emotions. Anfer, frustration, worry, hope. Not that his dad was here, all he could feel was relief. He would probably be angry later, but that was future-Xavier’s problem.
It was only when pulled away that he noticed all the other people in the room.
“What the hell is going on here?”
His father made a sheepish face, “I was gonna come see you first but you had class and-”
He knew what it looked like when his father was stalling. And right now he was stalling.
“Is she okay?” he asked Morticia. Xavier would have stepped forward but there was a little old lady sitting pretty close to Wednesday and something told him he needed to stay away from her.
“She is fine,” said Morticia, “Just a little tired. She overexerted herself,”
Overexerted…
Xavier’s mind started to spin. The vague joke-like threats Wednesday had made, her new secret project, how Enid had insisted Wednesday be left alone yesterday.
He turned toward his dad, “Tell me, were there any bear traps involved in your little stalker situation?”
“Uhh…,” his father started, trailing off before saying much. His father never trailed off.
“It was Wednesday wasn’t it?” Xavier said, a bit of dread rising in his chest, “She was your stalker?”
The adults in the room helplessly looked at eachother.
“Oh my god,”
What the hell Wednesday?