Chapter 15
They had just came from their trip. Enid was excited to be back so she started to drag Wednesday with her just to see the Sinclair family standing in their front lawn.
As soon as Enid saw her brothers she knew her family was here. Which led to her running into the woods near the Addams family mansion. " Enid, mon loup, where are you".
"Go away ".
" Why are you crying"
" I'm not"
She was obviously lying through her teeth. Her eyes were puffy and red.
" The truth"
" My moms gonna take me away and were never going to see each other again”.
“That’s not true”
“Yes, it is my mom is going to take me back to California and separate us”
“Well if that’s true we’ll go to a place where they will never find us”.
“Where is my daughter Mortica”.
“She should be up in our daughters room”.
As soon as they got up to the room they saw a note on Wednesday’s bed.
Dearest mother, do not be alarmed if you do not find Enid and I, But I have been informed that we will be separated so I have decided to runaway.
Dreadfully, Wednesday Friday Addams
"What the hell does that mean"
Morticia simply ignored the question.
"Well we should start searching"
With the evening wearing on, Wednesday and Enid went out walking together hand in hand through the dense thicket of the forest. Their fingers were inextricably linked in a tight and reassuring grip, speaking volumes of comfort and connection. The high canopy of the towering trees overhead filtered the scant moonlight, forming a canopy of an altogether magical atmosphere enveloping them, where dancing shadows leaped in all directions, both ominously and playfully, all across the forest floor.
"Are you sure about this, Willa?" Enid whispered low, tremulous just the least little bit as she spoke.
Wednesday took her hand in hers and pressed it. "Of course, my little puppy. I promised you, didn't I, that I would always be there to protect you? Together, side by side, we'll go on a journey to find a place where we can really feel safe, a place where no one will ever be able to come between us."
They pushed through the thick underbrush; twigs snapped sharply beneath their feet as they moved forward. In the distance, they could hear the faint and desperate shouting of their families, who were anxiously searching for them in the surrounding area. Wednesday, feeling the need for urgency, picked up the pace to move faster through the thick vegetation.
After what seemed like an eternity of trudging wearily along the uneven and rugged terrain, they finally stumbled through a quiet and peaceful clearing to find a small, rustic cabin tucked away. All of the cabin's windows were firmly and tightly boarded up, while thin and delicate vines twisted up the weathered, worn, and time-beaten wooden walls that only added to the forsaken and melancholic charm of the structure.
"This does seem to be just the place," Wednesday said, her voice tinged with a slight note of pleasure and contentment. "It's most unlikely that anyone would think to look for us here."
Enid looked up at the old, dilapidated cabin and felt a wave of trepidation and anxiety flow through her body. "Are you quite sure it's safe for us to go in, Willa? This place looks a little bit spooky, don't you think?" "That is precisely the reason that it's just perfect," Wednesday replied with a faint tautness to her voice. When she reached out to guide Enid toward the door, it produced a cold creaking noise to echo dimly as she leaned against it to push it open.
And it was indeed well imbued with a musty odor, clinging to the air within, and so very shrouded in an oppressive darkness that begrimed the sight. Cobwebs hung ominously from every corner, leaving no doubt as to the eeriness of the atmosphere; a thick layer of dust had settled upon the sparse and minimal furniture, which spoke not only of the fact that this room had lain untouched for some time but also equally to its being uncared for over time. Wednesday's eyes lighted up with approval and appreciation of the surroundings, reflecting her contemplative awareness of a strange and special beauty within the scene of this neglected environment. "We shall certainly have to make a few improvements and enhancements, of course," she mused thoughtfully as she sat deep in her reverie. "But for now, this will do just fine." Enid was suddenly taken with a sneeze as a playful cloud of dust titillated her nostrils and paused a moment. "If you say so, Willa," she answered, with a shade of concession in her voice. "As long as we're together, I don't care." And so they valiantly passed through the narrow aperture into the small, dilapidated cabin and thoroughly searched it therein—nor left uninvestigated any cranny or nook—and finally discovered a small figure in the corner of a room.
"Willa, what's that"
"I do not know"