Enid had finally scraped together enough tips from the Weathervane to escape her chaotic family. One year lease on a tiny one-bedroom apartment in the city, signed and sealed. Life was finally looking up especially after Yoko gifted her the bright pink car despite Enid’s initial protests. “You need wheels, Pup. Consider it a housewarming present.”
It had only been a week with the shiny new thing when disaster struck.
“Fuck!” Enid hissed, rubbing the back of her head as she stumbled out of the back door of the car. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She was already late for the biggest job interview of her life, personal assistant to some big-shot executive and now this.
“Fuck!” Enid huffed, still rubbing her head as she fumbled for her phone and dialed Yoko with shaking fingers. “Pick up, pick up…” She said, biting her lower lip and tapping her foot.
The line rang one, two and then the recipient replied, “Yo, E! How’s the new car treating you?” Yoko’s voice filled Enid’s ear.
“I fucked up, Yoks…real bad.” Enid voice cracked.
Yoko sat up at her desk chair, “What happened? Are you ok?”
Enid looked down at herself, “I’m…fine. I think…”
Yoko sighed in relief, “Okaaay, so what’s the problem, Pup?”
“Ok, so…please don’t be mad.” Enid started.
“Why would I be mad?”
Enid whimpered, “I hit a Ferrari…”
“What? Were you going fast? How bad is the damage? You sure you’re ok?” Yoko rapid fired.
“I…I was late for an interview and thought taking a short cut would be best…how was I supposed to know a Ferrari would be parked in the narrow alleyway?!” Enid rambled, “Any way, I saw it and thought I could pass through and…now my car is stuck and it has the Ferrari pinned against a wall, side swiped and I don’t know if or not totaled…”
Yoko sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. Of course something like this would happen to Enid… “What’s the license plate?” Yoko asked.
“Um…AI77250…” Enid replied, now pacing behind both cars while she assumed Yoko was searching the plate on her Pc.
“Shit…” Yoko said in a low tone, “I was afraid of this…”
“What?! What’s wrong?!” Enid panicked.
“The car you hit…it’s jet black isn’t it?” Yoko asked.
“Mm yeah…why?” Enid replied, now pulse racing.
“Fuck…” Yoko curse once more,
“The only jet black Ferrari in the city belongs to THE Wednesday Addams…”
Enid almost dropped her phone. She had heard about the infamous Wednesday Addams. She was the heir to the Addams empire. She was a ruthless business woman AND to Enid’s now demise, they woman whose assistant she had applied to be…
“You’ve got to be kidding me…” She gasped.
“Not unless Batman is in town…so, fuck…I’ll call the insurance, stay put and breathe, okay? I’ll call you back.” Yoko reassured.
“Ok…thank you, Yoks.” Enid whimpered. She decided to stand against the opposite wall, just staring at the damaged she’d caused when she heard the sound of heels coming down the ally. “Oh, no no no no no…” she scrambled to stand straight as Wednesday Addams stopped dead in her tracks, frowning, staring at the cars and her and back to the cars, her phone pressed against her ear, “Bianca, I will have to call you back…” Wednesday said into the phone, voice low and velvet. She eyed Enid up and down once more before she spoke again, “Some hot girl wrecked my car.” She flashed Enid a smirk as she walked straight up to her making Enid’s heart skip a beat…
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My first Wenclair drawing after months of not being able to draw. I hope you like it ♡
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