Snippets And Conversations

Playground Bitch

"Wednesday?" She called, frantically looking around for her daughter. A heartbreaking, familiar whimper sounded from above her, and Weems quickly scaled the cargo net on her left.

As her head poked into the second floor, her body filled with rage at the sight of a red-haired girl stamping on Wednesday's fingers, her little sobbing and crying.

"What are you doing, you little shit?!" Larissa screeched , as she flung herself to the platform the girl was on. Taking the brat by her ear, she marched her down the steps on the other side of the gym.

"Who's child is this?!" She yelled to the park, all the heads snapping to them. The red head was squirming, trying to push herself away from the headmistress. "If you don't come and take her right now, I will do something most foul to this gremlin."

Soon one of the boys that came in the group scurried over to the pair. He puffed up his chest, acting as big as he could. "She's,uh, mine?"

Weems raised an eyebrow, "You are a little one yourself. Where are your caretakers?"

Shrugging, he looked behind him to the other two boys in their group. They shrugged, unsure how to get out of this. "We just got out of school, Ma'am. We come here lots."

The woman let go of the girl's ear, which was now red to match her hair. "Give me your parents number, this instant." She pulled out her phone, waiting patiently.

The girl grumbled, taking out her own cracked phone, pulling up a number that read "Mom". "Take it, bitch." She tossed the phone to Larissa, who took it down in her phone.

"I will be calling her later tonight, at the most inconvenient time. How does three am sound, hmm?"

The red head flipped her off, running after snatching her phone back. The small group rushed off the playground.

With that done, she made her way back over to her own little. The girl was clutching her swollen fingers in her free hand, sitting at the top of the platform with her legs dangling down. As her caregiver came into view, Wednesday gave a quiet cry, leaning forwards.

"Mama," She sobbed, falling forwards into Weems' embrace when the older woman held out her arms. Holding her daughter to her chest, Larissa let out a breath she hadn't realised that she was holding.

"You're okay, baby. Let Mama see those fingers?"

Wednesday whimpered, breaths coming out ragged as she held out her mess of a hand. A couple of her fingers were bleeding, her pinky was swollen and turning purple. One of the bloody fingers appeared to be crooked.

"Oh, darling," Weems breathed, not daring to touch them, lest she cause Wednesday more pain. "Let's get you down from here, huh?"

It was a difficult task, climbing down with a squirming, sobbing little in her arms, but Weems managed to do it elegantly. Enid was waiting at the bottom of the climbing frame, teary eyed and worried.

"Is Willa okay?" She asked, face pale.

"Well, she will be." Larissa smiled reassuringly at Enid, shielding the sight of Wednesday's mangled hand from the werewolf's eyes.

"Mama!" Wednesday sobbed as she put her head into the crook of Weems' neck.

Marilyn guided Enid closer to herself, walking toward the car park. "I can drive us to the Urgent Care."

"That would be appreciated, Marilyn." Weems said as she got into the back seat, still cradling Wednesday. Enid got in the front seat, strapping her seatbelt on.

Soon they were rushing down the road to the closest Urgent Care that treated littles. Enid glanced back, gasping as she caught sight of Wednesday's mangled fingers. "Ah! Mommy! Willa's hand looks so bad!"