"Stacked" Emotions
Wednesday Addams
My life would be easier if I put a bullet to my head. Yet, that wouldn't be as fun as I would imagine it to be. I won't be able to use a bazooka, toss grenades in a lake, or play a game of Russian roulette with my uncle. Rather, I will have to suffer through the torture of engaging with the lycanthrope.
This is the last thing I ever wanted. I always told my family that I will never fall in love with someone nor will I want to become a wife. And here I am in the situation I didn't ask for. Wonderful.
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"Can you turn off your infuriating box? I find it displeasing when I am typing," I groaned in frustration.
"You wouldn't be complaining if somebody didn't chop my wired headphones into pieces. Plus, I thought you were typing for only an hour after everyone had left. It's been four hours already," Enid checked the time on her watch.
"I changed my mind," I kept my response short, continuing to type.
While doing so, I heard Enid get up from her sleeping bag and strolled right beside me. She peeked her head over to glance at my typewriter and the paper shifting to the left as the letters are printed on the sheet.
"What are you even writing about?" Enid's curiosity got to her small brain.
"A novel that I have been working on for almost two years. I have another year to go, and it will be completed," I answered the werewolf.
"That's pretty neat! Are you trying to be an author?"
"Yes, but because of my parent's irrational decisions, that's less likely to happen. Instead, I'm doing it for the satisfaction I receive writing. It brings me peace and gets my mind off of things."
"Understandable. Watching videos on my phone, listening to music, painting my nails, and hanging out with friends takes my mind away from the stress I get," Enid mentioned.
"What you listed sounds nauseating just like the colors on your clothing," I proceeded tapping the keys on my typewriter.
"What's wrong with the colors on my clothing?" Sinclair looked down at her attire.
"They are unbearable to look at. Not to mention I am allergic to colors," I lied about the last part of my sentence.
"I did not expect you to say that, but I guess I can acknowledge that you really do hate colors because you're allergic to it," the blonde believed me.
"That is why I only wear black and white. Not only does it suit my personality, I blend in with my family's aesthetic," I added.
"Sounds about right. Say, do you still go to school?" Enid tilted her head sideways.
"No. I graduated two months ago. I celebrated leaving school with Thing and I setting the stage on fire. It was quite amusing to watch," I stopped typing as I thought about the memory.
"You really do give off serial killer vibes. I'm really surprised you haven't skinned me alive," Enid made a point.
"That's because I want to make you my slave. First, I must teach you some tricks like dogs learn to do. Then, you will serve me by being an assistant of mine just like Thing," I turned myself around to gaze at the werewolf intently.
"Thing is an assistant of yours? Jeez Wens. You should give him a break sometimes," Enid placed her hands onto her hips.
"Do not call me that atrocious nickname," I stood up from the chair with folded arms and frowning at the taller girl.
"Why not? I thought couples are supposed to call each other nicknames," the lycan tried to come up with an excuse.
"You're delusional. If you consider us a couple, then you would let me call you a mutt or dog," I remarked.
Unknowingly, Enid covered her face and turned away from me. I did catch a glimpse of her cheeks changing into a crimson color. She reminded me of a chameleon. I can't understand what made her change colors and look away. I find her actions to be suspicious. Not to mention the fact that she was still wearing the ring on her finger.
"Uh, y-yeah! S-sure! Whatever you say. I'm just g-gonna go," the blonde tripped over her words and pointed to my bedroom door.
I watched as she swiftly left the room without saying another word to me. I wasn't positive as to why she had left in a hurry. I did hear her greet someone out in the halls. I figured out who it was when I found Thing entering my room. He gave me a wave before looking back to the entrance.
Is Enid feeling okay? She looks super red, Thing signed.
"She's fine. I must've gotten to her head or scared her off," I dropped my arms to the side of me.
I doubt it. That look Enid had on her face told a different story.
"Care to explain what you mean by that?" I was intrigued by what the limb had to say.
Did you woo her? The hand signaled.
"That's an absurd question. I did not woo her and never will," I was ready to peel off all of Thing's fingernails.
Mhm. Sure. Anyways, Pugsley wants to see you in his room.
"For what exactly?"
He needs to talk to you, Thing went straight to the point.
"That's new. He better not tell me to read him a bedtime story," I said before heading out of my room.
I was met with the hallways and went straight down to the stairs and back up where Pugsley's room is at. Without a thought in my mind, I opened his door instead of knocking. There, my brother was playing with a black and white rubik's cube on his bed. He stopped and lifted his head to find me standing by his door.
"Hey Wednesday. How are you feeling after the whole bomb that's been dr-"
"Beyond furious. I didn't get the chance to bury the entire Sinclair family alive. I am planning to divorce that stupid dog after our wedding. Then, I don't have to worry about her or being a part of mother and father's business. They are driving me mad," I didn't let Pugsley finish his question.
"To be honest, Enid doesn't seem that bad. Mom and dad could've gotten someone worse for you to marry," Pugsley tried to make the situation better.
"Nonsense. Everyone knows I am not relationship material nor do I have feelings. I'm meant to have solitude for the rest of my life," I reminded my brother.
"If that's what you think, then sure. I will hang out with Enid and get to know her more. I think she'll like my machete," the younger boy yanked the weapon out from under his pillows.
"I doubt it. Now, are we done talking about my devastating engagement, or is there more you have to say about it?"
"I'm done. You can go back to your room. I'm a little tired from the ride to the airport and back here," Pugsley yawned.
"I hope you have nightmares," I whirled away to exit his bedroom.
"You too! Night Wednesday."
I didn't say anything else and left his door closed behind me. Ironically, I already am in a nightmare that's going to feel endless. My ears deceived me when Pugsley made a statement about wanting to get to know Sinclair. Those two would get along. As long as he is keeping her occupied, I will have my alone time.
I went back to my bedroom to find Thing already asleep on top of his pillow near the corner of my bed. I expected Enid to be in my room, lying down in the sleeping, but she was nowhere to be found. I was contemplating whether I should go look for her. I chose not to as to not waste my time and energy. Enid will think I care about her which I do not. She can survive without supervision.
I headed to the bathroom to get myself prepared for bed. It took me less than ten minutes to finish my routine before I walked to my bed. Before I slid into the covers, I heard a distinct howl coming from outside. The sound came from a werewolf, specifically Enid herself. I opened my curtains to see through the window. I noticed the moon is full and shining brighter than ever. Still no sign of Enid.
Another bay was heard once more before it went silent. The blonde likely howled at the full moon and shifted into a lycan. I do wish to see what she looks like as a wolf. Enid could be the size of an average dog, or she is five times the size of a dog. If given the chance, I'd like to study her werewolf's anatomy, ability, and behavior. After all, it's the first time I've ever met a werewolf.
I laid onto my bed and into the covers. My head met the pillows as I pulled the blanket as far as to my stomach. I crossed my arms together like a X over my chest. Less than a minute of staring at the ceiling in silence, I closed my eyes and went to sleep.
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The next morning came by. I felt my cold face become warm from the sunlight coming through my window and directly hitting my face. My eyes opened slowly and were slightly blurry until it cleared up. I uncrossed my arm and sat myself up on the mattress. My eyes averted to the side where it landed on the empty, but folded sleeping bag. Enid was not in my bedroom. Strange.
I scooted myself off the bed and got ready for today. Since my parents are no longer with us, I have no choice but to plan what actions I shall partake for the morning, afternoon, and evening. Pugsley will certainly have fun. Enid... not so much. She's going to find out how much of a lunatic my family and I are.
After I got dressed, I departed from my room and stepped down the staircase to the foyer. Next door was the living room where I found Pugsley perched on the loveseat. He was distracted with Enid's device in his hands. His face lit up with enthusiasm like never before. My brother didn't even sense me in the same space as him. I gave him a disappointed look before moving onto the kitchen.
There, I found the werewolf cooking with Thing. She was concentrating on making what appeared to be folded eggs of some sort on a pan. She began taking out two plates from the cabinets and setting them on the counter next to the stove. Enid must've not noticed I was standing and watching her because the minute she turned her whole body to me, she flinched. She even puts a hand over her heart as if she is having a heart attack.
"Woah! You scared me there Wednesday. How long were you standing here for?" The blonde wondered.
"Thirty-six seconds to be exact. What is this abomination you're making?" I marched to the stove to get a good view of whatever Enid is making.
"This abomination is called an omelet. It's beaten eggs with tomatoes, mushrooms, onions, and ham mixed. Pugsley tried a piece of mine, and he loved it. He wanted three so I'm making him some. Want to try one? This one is done," Enid scooped the omelet out from the pan with a spatula and onto the plate.
"Did you add poison to it?" I quirked a brow.
"No. Why would I poison your food? Shouldn't it be the other way around where you're poisoning my food?" Sinclair leaned onto the counter.
"Fair point. I believe trying a small bite wouldn't kill me."
"Here you go," Enid grabbed a fork from one of the drawers and gave it to me.
I took it and used the side of the utensil to cut a little piece. I stabbed the chunk of egg onto my fork and placed it into my mouth. I took the fork out and began chewing. It turns out the texture of the omelet is soft but tender. The flavor bursts everywhere. I was able to taste all the ingredients Enid had added in the egg. This was the first time I genuinely felt pleased about food.
"Sooo? What do you think?" The lycanthrope was waiting patiently for my reaction.
"It's... decent," I was hesitant to admit that I really enjoyed the fulfilling taste.
"I'll take that any day. Here. Pugsley is pretty distracted with my phone so he won't know you took one of his omelets," she grinned widely as she pushed the plate towards me.
"Where's Lurch?" I asked the blonde.
"He's resting. I told him he can take the day off."
"Looks like he complied," I noted.
"Yup!" Enid chirped.
Enid went back to the stovetop to make more of the unique food. Right as I held onto the plate, my eyes caught the blue eyed girl continuing to wear the gold ring. From my point of perspective, it made her look like a true wife. A contented wife cooking while having a ring on her finger. Thinking about it created a tingling sensation in my stomach. Something I never felt before.
I ignored the feeling and carried my dish to the table. Once I set the plate down and sat on my typical chair, I began eating in silence. I took my time to finish the omelet when Enid had already cooked Pugsley's breakfast. She even made an extra for me. My brother had given Enid her phone back as he devoured his food like an animal.
I went ahead to finish the other omelet while Enid sat in the same spot as yesterday. Thing joined us at the table to check up on what we were doing. A few minutes of silence had passed until disturbed by none other than the bubbly werewolf.
"Okay guys! Now that the rest of my stuff has been dropped off here thanks to my parents, I have something we could play with," Enid dug into her pocket to pull out a red box, placing it on the table.
"What is it?" Pugsley leaned forward to take a glimpse of the object.
"It's a card game called Uno," Enid said as she pulled out the cards from the packaging.
"Why isn't there one that's black and white?" My brother questioned.
"I have no idea. It would be cool for the creators to make a black and white version. Especially for you guys," Enid smiled while shuffling the cards.
"Honestly. Too bad Wednesday here can't play since she's allergic to colors," Pugsley stared at me funnily.
"Crap! I forgot. I'm sorry, Wednesday. Maybe Thing here can hold the cards for you to play," Sinclair was genuinely apologetic.
That is when Thing tapped, Sorry Wednesday, but I want to play this game for myself. It looks amazing!
"It doesn't matter. I didn't want to play the game either way," I declared grimly.
"Suit yourself sis," My sibling shrugged his shoulders.
"Anyways, the rules are simple. We each receive seven cards. Once everyone has their cards, I place the rest of them in between all of us. I then grab the first card from the top of the stack and place it next to the stack so the game can begin. The whole point of this game is to get rid of all of your cards," Enid explained.
"Sounds easy," Pugsley commented.
"In order to get rid of your cards is by putting one down that matches the color or number of the card here in the center. Then the other play goes next. If you don't have the same number or color as the card, you must pick one up from the stack until you have the same colored card and number. We can do stacking when it comes to these symbols," Enid laid out some cards for us to see.
What do these symbols mean? Thing signed.
"The one with a circle and a line across it means you can skip the next person's turn. The wild means you can make it into any color you want when placing it down. The plus two means the player after you has to pick up two extra cards. Same goes for the plus four which you can pick any color you want in order to get rid of your cards. This last symbol is a reverse card. When you use this, that means we are changing the direction of taking turns. So if Pugsley's turn is after me and I put the reverse card down, it will now be Thing's turn then Pugsley and back to me."
"I get it now. Anything else we should know?" Pugsley grew eager to play.
"Yes. One more thing before we start. If you have two cards left that change to one card, you must shout out uno. If you don't and someone else shouts it before you do, you must pick up two extra cards from the stack," Enid clarified.
"That's harsh. But I like it," my brother lifted the corner of his mouth.
"Get ready to lose guys because I am the champion of Uno," the lycan smirked as she shuffled the deck of cards one more time.
After mixing the cards around, Enid dealt exactly seven cards to each player. She put the stack in the center and flipped over the first card to reveal it. The color was red, and the number was six.
"Thing will go first then Pugsley next then me," Sinclair uttered.
Thing made the first move by putting down a red skip, causing Pugsley to groan in frustration. It was Enid's turn and she placed a red card. Thing put another red card before Puglsey made his move by adding a plus four down. Enid smirked, dropping another plus four before Pugsley had the chance to say what color he wanted to pick. Unlucky for Thing, he didn't have the card and needed to pick up eight extra cards.
The game kept going afterwards for about ten minutes. The boredom erupted in me as I watched the trio play, laugh, and strategize altogether. I even went on to look at Thing's cards and figure out what I could've done differently than him. In the end, the winner turned out to be Enid Sinclair. She flashed a smile proudly as if she won a trophy or medal. Soon enough, that smile of hers will be wiped off clean.
"Let's duel each other. You and I only," I spoke out assuredly.
"Seriously?" Enid wasn't too sure if I was being serious.
Instead of answering her, I gestured by grabbing the deck and pushed it towards the blonde. That gave her the hint that I meant what I said. Her eyes slightly widened before nodding and began shuffling the cards.
"I thought you were allergic to colors," Enid muttered to me.
"Don't mention it any further or else I will cut your tongue," I gritted my teeth.
I found Enid grinning to herself as she stated, "Don't worry. I won't."
Puglsey and Thing quietly watched Enid and I prepare ourselves for our match after the lycan dealt our cards. Out of the seven cards received, I had a wild, a skip, and a plus two. They were quite decent, but it's not impossible to gather the good cards if needed. The blonde girl chose me to go first which I took advantage of. I made the first move by placing a blue card on top of another blue card. Enid was next by putting down a yellow card but with the same number as the one I had discarded.
By luck, I had a yellow one and put it down, leaving me with five cards left. Enid threw away another yellow card. I didn't have the color or number, but I had the wild card to use. I dropped it and converted the color to red. Enid held a smug look as she put down a red plus two. A corner of my lip twitched upward when I placed another plus two card. The move made Enid sigh and pinch the bridge of her nose.
She began picking up the cards from the stack and continued on with the game, putting a card down. It was yellow. I was very satisfied when the regular card I have had the same number as the one Enid had thown away. I dropped it, making it the werewolf's turn. She skipped me, giving her another turn to discard another yellow card.
One of my skips is yellow, and I have two cards in total that are both skips. I wish I could laugh, but I'm keeping my composure. I knew what this meant. I had to say the word uno at the same time I put the card down. And that's precisely what I did.
"Uno," I calmly stated, adding my last skip on top of the small deck that was forming.
I claimed victory without a sign of emotions scribbled on my face. I expected Enid to be upset over the fact she lost. Rather, she beamed as if she didn't lose the round. This beast is certainly odd and different than anybody else I have ever met.
"Wow. That was the quickest match I ever had. Nice job Wens," Enid applauded as she gathered the cards into one deck.
"I believe I've told you not to call me that nickname, dog," I reminded her.
"I totally forgot. Sorry."
Enid is truly something else. I may have to include actions to my threats for her to fear me. On second thought, I have been giving Enid too many probabilities. She's not taking my warnings as seriously as I want her to. I'll have to do better. By that, I'm going to cause disastrous damage in front of her. That would want her to run away from here forever. What a perfect scheme.