Sleep? Sleep was a myth. The fact that Wednesday dragged her parents out of bed to tell them she was leaving to go to Xavier's, proved that sleep could wait. Of course they had questions. Like why so suddenly and so soon. She had only returned home hours prior. At least they hadn't poked or teased her about her wanting to see a boy in the middle of the night. Or jump to any conclusions, out loud at least.
No, she gave them a quick run through of what was going on. Of course her parents weren't going to want her to go alone. So her mother wasted no time packing a suitcase with her daughter and went into the limo to go to Xavier's. All by five in the morning too. Wednesday appreciated her family's urgency to help her friend and her mother's willingness to figure out details on the ride rather than wait.
Wednesday had also been told to try and sleep, but it was impossible to rest. Not while the adrenaline was coursing through her blood. Especially since it wasn't the fun kind and was making her nauseous.
The ride felt longer than it was, but when they finally reached the house, Wednesday allowed herself a silent sigh of relief. Her and her mother grabbed their suitcases and headed towards the front door. Morticia used the door knocker and waited.
The door was opened by a woman. She looked shocked, especially upon seeing the suitcases. "I'm sorry, but Mr. Thorpe is not here."
"We're aware," Wednesday retorted, pushing past the woman to get inside.
"Wait! I'll call the cops!" The woman cried with dismay.
"I invited them."
They looked at the staircase where Xavier was standing. Wednesday immediately noticed the dark circles under his eyes, indicating that he probably hadn't had any sleep after her call with him. He was definitely distressed by the way his shoulders were tight and stiff instead of loose in his typical carefree manner.
"I don't think your father would appreciate-" the maid began.
Xavier shrugged when he reached the bottom stair. "He's not here. What he doesn't know won't hurt him. Besides, I don't think he gives a dime," he muttered.
The maid sighed, but she didn't seem keen on arguing any further. She stepped back and let Morticia enter and closed the door behind them. Xavier picked up Morticia's bag. Wednesday noted that he didn't even try to take hers, knowing she wouldn't like the notion, but she appreciated his offer to her mother.
"There's some guest rooms upstairs," he continued as he led them up the stairs. When they reached the first one, he set Morticia's bags in it.
"Thank you," Mrs. Addams said. She looked at Xavier for a moment. "Your father is not home?"
"Out of the country," Xavier muttered.
"He wouldn't want to know we're here?"
"He doesn't even know my birthday." Xavier let out a chuckle, but Morticia had a hard time concealing her shock and distaste of Vincent's parenting style.
Xavier didn't miss a beat. "Wednesday, your room is right across the hall from this one." He pointed at the door. "Mine is at the other end. The doors lock from the inside but can't be unlocked from the outside because there's no keyhole. If you need anything, don't worry, just ask… Have you eaten yet? The cook made donuts if you're into that. We can make something else if you prefer," he rambled.
"Donuts will be fine," Morticia said.
"Sweet… uh… they're downstairs in the kitchen. One of the staff can show you. I need to change my shirt. I just spilt paint all over it before you came in. I'll be right back if you don't mind."
"Not at all. Take your time, Thorpe," Mrs. Addams replied.
"You have clothes that's not your uniform without paint on them?" Wednesday raised a brow.
"Ha ha, Addams," Xavier chuckled after his sarcastic comment. He then speed walked down the hall into his room as they watched after him.
When the door closed behind him, Wednesday could feel her mother's gaze on her without her even moving to look at her mom. "What?"
"He's grown since I last saw him. I like him," Morticia teased.
Oh. There it was. She had forgotten that her mother knew his dead godmother. "I know you do," Wednesday retorted. "Right now he and I are on complicated terms."
"You two seem to be working around it just fine. You'll figure it out. What's most important is figuring out what your vision meant."
"Or how to avoid it," Wednesday added in her monotone voice. "Many say fate is inevitable, but I don't believe that. Not for me at least."
Silence followed as they went down the stairs. With a little help from the staff, they managed to make it to the kitchen. Wednesday wasn't feeling hungry, but her mother would ask questions if she didn't eat at least something. She took a donut and nibbled on it, but she would rather drink a coffee and call it good enough.
Xavier came into the kitchen moments later. He went straight to the coffee pot, pouring it in a mug. "Do you want some? We have tea too," he offered.
"Thank you," Morticia said.
Wednesday took him up on the coffee, pouring herself a cup. She skipped adding sugar and cream and drank it black and scalding hot. Her stomach wasn't very agreeable at the moment anyways. However, it would take far more to make her throw up, even if what she saw in her vision kept replaying in her head. Almost like a real that played on repeat in her mind.
She could sense the tension in the room. After all, the idea that Xavier being murdered was very off putting to say the least. What were conversations supposed to be? No one wanted to discuss the elephant in the room, not that there was anything to really discuss. They had nothing, not a lead, not a hint about what was going on. Wednesday wasn't someone who did much leisure talk, but that didn't feel right either. Having a random and meaningless conversation when death was looming over their heads didn't feel appropriate.
Luckily, Xavier broke the silence. He sat at the table across from Wednesday. His exhaustion was plain on his face, but he made direct eye contact with her.
"I had a dream last night," he said.
"After my call?"
He pressed his lips tightly together. "Before. I got distracted with your vision so I didn't bring it up."
"Is it connected to my vision?" She inquired.
Xavier shrugged. "I don't know. It could have easily been a regular nightmare, but it felt… real."
"Are you going to explain it?" Wednesday persisted, getting impatient, but her tone came out the same as usual.
"It was Crackstone. I've been hearing his voice in my head since yesterday. All he says is my name… it's unsettling to say the least…" Xavier said. "It could just be that my head is still in the fight with him."
Morticia frowned. "Perhaps, but I wouldn't-" She was cut off by Xavier's phone going off.
"Sorry," he said as he pulled it out to look at the caller. "Enid?"
"You have her number?" Wednesday raised her brow, a little surprised. She didn't know they knew each other that well.
"She tossed it around at the funeral," he replied before he answered the phone. "Hello?"
Wednesday could hear her friend's voice from where she sat, but it came out muffled.
"I can't get a hold of Wednesday. She won't answer her phone."
Xavier glanced at her. "I have it on silent. The ring tones are revolting."
He nodded in agreement. "She's in the room with me. Do you want me to put the phone on speaker or let you talk to her?"
"She's with you!" Enid screeched so loud that Xavier pulled the phone away from his ear. If Enid was there, Wednesday would have passed her a glare as sharp as daggers.
"Is something wrong?" Xavier asked at last.
"Oh, yeah. Have you heard the news about Tyler?" Enid asked, her voice growing serious.
Wednesday felt the room grow dark and tension course through her body. The name left a bitter taste in her mouth and the mere thought of him made her lips tingle. A sensation that she hated the moment she felt it and the one time she let it consume her, she saw the monster Tyler truly was.
"What about Tyler?" Xavier's tone was cold and bitter.
"He broke out. Went full Hyde on them in the transportation truck. Their bodies were found this morning, but no Tyler in sight."
Wednesday could hear a ringing in her ears. Tyler was out and free? Of course it wouldn't be so easy. She cursed inwardly for thinking that Tyler would no longer be a part of her life, but no. She was nowhere near being in the clear. Clenching her fists, she could see the color drain from Xavier's face as well.