Wednesday's Child Is Full Of Woe Pt. 7

Bold and Italics=POV Change

Bold=TV Script

Italics=Thoughts

Bold and Italics=Vision

Y/N's POV

 I was really concerned about Wednesday. When she bumped into the farmer, her head threw back, that I thought she had hurt it. Now she seems to be fine. I so wanted to ask her about what had happened, but it could be something that she didn't want to talk about. We eventually arrived at the Weathervane, where I saw Tyler. I greatly dislike Tyler, for he is very pushy in trying to court me. I also get a very bad feeling about him, like he isn't a normie that he is trying to be. Because of all that, I tend to try and go to the Weathervane when it isn't his shift. As we got closer to the bar I scooted closer to Wednesday. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her look at me slightly.

Wednesday's POV

 When we got closer to the bar of the coffee shop, Y/N got closer to me, and I could sense that she was very uncomfortable. This was putting me on edge, so I allowed her to get closer. We finally made it to the bar, when their machine started to act up. The machine hissed and spewed out steam. The barista was having trouble getting the machine to stop and to work properly. I could feel Y/N slightly laugh at this and it almost caused me to smirk. When the steam finally let up, the barista jumped back, startled by our appearance.

 "Holy crap," he exclaimed looking at us, though his gaze was set mostly on my omega, which I didn't like at all, "do you make a habit of scaring the hell out of people?"

 "It's more of a hobby," I replied to him. Y/N looked at me with a small smile, but I could tell that she doesn't want to be near this person. I wonder why she doesn't like this person, but I will do my best in keeping him away from her.

 "You go to Nevermore," he asked, then looked at my uniform, "didn't realize they changed the uniform."

 "I need a quad over ice," I told him, ignoring the question and comment, "it's an emergency, plus a hot chocolate for Y/N."

 I saw him give me a confused face, and this really irritated me, for he should know how to make this since he works here.

 "It's four shots of espresso," I told him.

 "Yeah, I... I know what a quad is, but, spoiler alert," he explained to me, "the espresso machine's having a seizure, so all we have is drip."

 "But drip is for people who hate themselves and know their lives have no real purpose or meaning," I told him, not wanting drip, "what's wrong with your machine?"

 "It's a temperamental beast with a mind of its own," he told me, "and it doesn't help that the instructions are in Italian."

 "I need a tri-wing screwdriver and a four-millimeter Allen wrench," I told him, while looking at the instructions. I saw out of the corner of my eye, that Y/N was looking at me with awe on her face. This made me want to puff up in pride, but resisted.

 "Wait, you read Italian," he asked, stunned.

 "Of course. It's the native tongue of Machiavelli," I told him, "here's the deal. I'm going to fix your coffee machine, then you're going to make my coffee and call a taxi."

 "Uh, no taxis in Jericho," he told me, "try Uber?"

 "I don't have a phone. I refuse to be a slave to technology," I said flatly.

 "Then you're out of luck," he said, "where you going anyway?"

 "That's on a need-to-know basis," I told him, for he doesn't need to know anything about this, "what about trains?"

 "Nearest station is Burlington," he told me, "it's half an hour long away."

 "You have a valve issue," I told him, finally seeing what the issue is, "I've seen it before."

 "Where? You have one of these monsters at home," he asked, looking at the machine disdainfully.

 "Steam-powered guillotine," I replied, still working on the machine, "I built it when I was ten. I wanted to decapitate my dolls more efficiently."

 "Sure," he said, looking creeped out, while Y/N looked at me like I grown a second head, "Grim Reaper Barbie, makes perfect sense."

 I finally got it to work, then proceeded to put everything back in order. I looked up and saw both Y/N and the barista looking at me in awe.

 "Wow, thanks," he said, "I never met a Nevermore kid who got their hands dirty. I'm Tyler, by the way. I didn't catch your name, or is that on a need-to-know basis too?"

 "Wednesday," I told him.

 "Tell you what, Wednesday," he said, smiling, "to show my appreciation, how about I drive you to Burlington?"

 "Perfect. Put that quad in a to-go cup," I told him. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Y/N shaking her head in disbelief. This confused me on why she was shaking her head.

 "Uh, but I don't get off for another hour," he said.

 "I'll sweeten the pot," I told him, handing a twenty.

 "Twenty whole dollars," he said, looking at the money, "tempting, but no."

 "I'll make it forty," I said, getting another twenty out.

 "Uh.... Listen, Wednesday, one fun fact about me," he said, looking at me, "I can't be bought, so either wait, or find someone else to drive you." 

 I sighed, and turned around. Y/N and I just went to a booth to sit down and wait. As we wait, I got my book out to read, while Y/N just laid her head down. She does look exhausted, so I let her rest, while reading and keeping my eye out for any form of danger.

Narrator's POV

 Now we are back seeing Principle Weems on her phone. She looks up in time to see Dr. Kinbott exciting the building and looking around. Weems got out of the van and went up to her.

 "What happened," she asked, but got no reply. She knew that her students have escaped the therapy session, so she went looking for them.

Wednesday's POV

 I was getting into my book when I head some boys, so I looked up and saw some people in Pilgrim clothes.

 "Hey, boys, check it out," one said to the group.

 "Who's that? Bro...." the other said.

 "Come on," the first one told them, and they walked up to the booth.

 "What's a Nevermore freak doing out in the wild," one asked me.

 "This is our booth," the other one said.

 "Why are you dressed like religious fanatics," I asked, not comprehending why someone wanted to dress like people who have wrong so many other people.

 "We're pilgrims," the one who seems to be the leader told me.

 "Potato, po-tah-to," I told them uninterestedly.

 "We work at Pilgrim World," he said, putting a flyer down in front of me. This caused Y/N to wake up, and look at them with a scowl on her face.

 "It takes a special kind of stupid to devote an entire them park to zealots responsible for mass genocide," I said looking at the flyer.

 "My dad owns Pilgrim World." he said, with an angry face, "who you calling stupid?"

 "If the buckled shoe fits," I replied.

 "Guys, back off," Tyler ran over to stop what is about to happen.

 "Stay out of this, Galpin," the leader told him.

 "Yes, stay out of this," I told him, while getting up from the booth. I saw Y/N also get up.

 "So tell me, freak," the leader said, while looking at my mate, "you ever been with a normie?"

 This angered me greatly, but as I go to put him in his place, my mate has already done so.

 "I've n-n-never found one th-th-th-that could h-h-handle me," she replied, and this made me proud of her.

 "Boo," I suddenly said, while moving forward a little bit. They jumped back in fright, then went to attack me. Before they could touch me, Y/N jumped in with an open palm hit to the face. This caused a fight to really happen.

~Line Break~

 We were victorious in the fight, though I did see a bruise happening on Y/N's face. This caused me to become very protective of her. I went up to her, and took a hold of her face to examine the bruise better. She just looked at me with a smile. Tyler came up with an ice pack, but as he got closer, I growled at him to not get too close to us, more specifically my mate. He stopped, and I went up to him to get the ice pack. I held it up to her face.

 "So where'd you learn those kung fu moves," he asked me.

 "My uncle taught me," I replied, still taking care of Y/N, "he spent five years in a Tibetan Monastery."

 "Was he a monk," he asked.

 "Prisoner," I told him, getting bored of the conversation.

 Then in walked the town's sheriff. He looked around at the boys and walked up to Tyler.

 "Dad," Tyler said, looking at him.

 "Tyler, the hell's going on here," he asked Tyler.

 "They were harassing the two customers, and they put them in their place," he explained. The sheriff looked over at Y/N and I. He looked us up and down in disbelief.

 "These little things took down three boys," he asked, "did you help them?"

 "Dad, I swear, I wasn't involved," he told him.

 If that wasn't bad enough, here comes Weems coming in. Most likely coming to look for both Y/N and I. When she spotted us, she walked over.

 "Apologies, Sheriff," she told him, "these two slipped away from me. Come on, Miss Addams and Miss Y/L/N, time to go."

 "Wait a minute, hang on," the sheriff said, stopping us from leaving, "you're an Addams? Don't tell me Gomez Addams is your father? That man belongs behind bars for murder."

 This confused me for a moment, as this was never mentioned to me before.

 "Guessin' the apple doesn't fall far from the tree," he told me (I hate it when people assume someone is going to be bad people for what their parents did), "I'm gonna keep my eye on you."

 "Okay," Weems said, putting her arm in front of me to guide me out of the Weathervane. We finally got in the van and went back to Nevermore, but on the way, Weems decided to hold a conversation with me.

 "Your first day and you're already on Sheriff Galpin's radar," she said, "wish I could say I was surprised."

 "What did he mean about my father," I asked.

 "I have no idea, but a word of advice," she said, "stop making enemies, and start making friends. You're going to need them."

 It was maybe about thirty minutes (I'm just guessing at this point) after she stopped talking when we was fixing to pass a wreck.

 "Looks like an accident," she said with a worried tone, "I hope the driver's okay."

 "He's dead," I replied, recognizing the truck, "broke his neck."

 "How can you tell from this angle," she asked me, but decided to ignore her. I took the necklace that my mother has given me, and just held it.

Y/N's POV

 I think I figured out what happened to Wednesday when she bumped into the farmer. She had a vision. I don't quit like people who can have visions, for sometimes they'll take them as fact, and bad things happen. This happened when my mom saw a vision about me, and everything became horrible for me. Though, I'm going to not judge her for her visions.