Goody Addams x fem OC

Chapter 8

Lilith Pov

Crackstone remains in the entrance way, chuckling to himself as he watches me and Goody leave. Goody is in the kitchen, preparing breakfast and trying to calm her nerves from the encounter with Crackstone. I can still see the fear and rage in her eyes, but she is trying to keep a composed and calm demeanor.I am still so angry, my adrenaline pounding in my veins. How could he hurt Goody like this? She had a full-blown panic attack and couldn't even defend herself against him. She looked like she was about to faint, and he just laughed and laughed.I feel this overwhelming need to get back at him, to make him truly feel the consequences of his actions.

''Are you good ?'' I ask Goody

Goody looks up at me, her eyes still wide with fear and her hands shaking slightly. She tries to smile but fails, and I can hear her breath catching in her throat. "I think so..." she murmurs, her voice shaky and nervous. She takes a deep breath and tries to calm herself down, but the fear still lingers in her voice.

"You're okay, I promise. You're safe." I do my best to comfort Goody, using the same tactic that always worked on my friend Enid who had panic attacks.

She immediately calms down in a way that seems like she is intentionally trying to hide just how shaken and frightened she had been.She is similar to Wednesday in that she attempts to disguise her emotions, but Wednesday does this flawlessly. She possesses a tender side, a fearful side, and a lost side. Wednesday never even tried to see this sides of herself.

The old kitchen was lit by dim candlelight, though some flickering lamps offered little aid in dispelling the darkness. Outside, the world stretched out, still dark even though it was past 8 in the morning - the very air seemed to swirl in the gloom, twisting and turning in on itself as if to drown anything it could. Nothing moved except the curtains, swayed by passing breezes and pulled by the odd draft.I stare at Goody, and she seems alright now. I try to help her while she's cooking, but she urges me to sit aside and let her work.Goody was done with breakfast and went to the dining room to set the table for Crackstone. She was his servant after all, and she had to do what he said without question. She was just a peasant who had nothing but her body to offer up as compensation for her lack of status and education.This was so unfair.As I watched Crackstone's poor treatment of Goody, I felt a growing anger inside of me. This wasn't fair; she was her own person and she didn't deserve to endure this abuse. I can feel a burning rage inside me and suddenly I noticed a perfect idea for revenge.I decide to cast a spell on the food to make it spicy and teach him a lesson. As the meal is served the spell begins to take effect. Crackstone takes a bite and immediately starts sweating profusely and coughing. He feels the intense heat in his mouth as the spice takes over. His eyes are watered, tears dripping down his cheeks as he struggles to chew the now spicy food. The spell has worked perfectly, and it's a well-deserved punishment for his terrible treatment of Goody.I smirk.Goody looks at me with wide eyes.

Crackstone is shocked and furious when he realizes the food has been spiced up. He points his finger at Goody and screams, "What did you do woman?!" Goody looks down.I am now feeling guilty. I didn't expected this to get her into trouble, but now I am worried. Crackstone walks over to her, yelling some more, and she braces herself for the inevitable abuse.

I notice Crackstone raising his hand to hit Goody, and I quickly react, stopping his hand with my own. I claim responsibility for spicing up the food, saying

"I did this!!" Crackstone stares at me in surprise as he tries to process what just happened. He quickly recovers, however, and points his finger at me, accusingly.

"You did this?" he asks, his voice dripping with anger.

I nod boldly, not afraid of him the slightest. Crackstone is taken aback by my courage, for he is used to people cowering before him. I can see the rage building inside him again, but I don't back down from him and I stare back at him defiantly. Crackstone hits me hard across the face, and blood begins to pour from my mouth, but I don't cry out in pain or say a word. I keep my gaze steady and defiant, showing him that I are not afraid of him, even though I am hurting. He kicks me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me, and kicks me some more with his big heavy boot. I can feel the pain and the bruises creeping in, but I don't scream or weep; I stay stoic and unconcerned.Goody sees me being beaten and tries to defend me, pleading with Crackstone to stop. She kneels down beside me and pleads,

"Please, Master Crackstone, please stop beating her. She didn't mean any harm; she dosen't know how to cook ." Crackstone is surprised at Goody's audacity, but he still holds his angry expression and is about to hit me again.Goody continues to plead and says

"Please, Master Crackstone, I beg you to not hit her anymore. She was just dose not know how to cook it's my fault I let her cook. You've already beaten her enough, please don't hurt her any further." Crackstone is surprised by Goody's courage and persistence and has grown a bit less angry. He seems to be swayed by Goody's pleading and decides to step back from you, taking a few breaths. He still keeps his angry expression on though.I manage to get up despite my injuries and look up at Crackstone with no fear in my eyes. I put on a fake smile and say quietly, "I am sorry Master Crackstone, this is not going to happen again." I fake an air of submission and forgiveness to avoid further abuse from Crackstone. I bear bruises all over and my teeth are stained red from my blood. My body is hurting everywhere but I do not give in and instead keep the false smile on my face.Crackstone hurls insults as my body still aches from his abuse. He shouts angrily,

"Leave you stupid women. You're lucky I can't find better servants. If I see your faces again today, I will beat you both until you can't stand anymore." He seems furious and is clearly not satisfied with anything that has happened today. Me and Goody exchange shocked looks for a split second before Crackstone turns heel and storms out, clearly angry at the turn of events.Goody looks intently at my face, inspecting my injuries. She seems worried and concerned about me. She asks me in a hushed voice

"What were you thinking? Why did you do that?"

''I am sorry,I was stupid ,I let my emotions control me''

Goody keeps eyeing me, a little shaken by the whole experience. She seems like she wants to ask me more but is hesitant in the face of my injuries. Eventually, she says

"It's okay, don't blame yourself. You were just being brave and standing up for me. But still, I know how scary he can be. Don't ever do something like that again unless you know you can handle the consequences."

I nod and smile.Goody seems to relax when I nod and smile. She smiles back at me and I notice for the first time just how much she looks like Wednesday. I can't help but see the stark contrast in personalities though, as Wednesday's murderous and emotionless personality is nowhere to be seen in Goody.Goody leads me to the kitchen, where the light is dimmer and the atmosphere more serene. She starts gathering supplies to clean my wounds and says to me in a calming voice

"Come, let me help you clean up those wounds." She speaks softly, almost like a mother gently reassuring a child.

Whit a wet towel Goody cleans the blood from my face.Goody tries to help me out of my clothes to examine the bruises on my body, but I kindly yet firmly resist, saying

"Thank you, Goody, but I'm good." I are aware that people in the past were much less concerned with nudity and privacy, but I prefer to maintain a bit of modesty, especially in front of another woman. Goody nods and stops, respecting me request and not pushing any further.I kiss Goody's hand as a gesture of gratitude. She blushes a little at the gesture, her cheeks turning slightly red with a sweet flush of blush. The interaction is unexpected on both sides, but I can't help but feel a bit of attraction towards Goody after all that she has done for me today.

For the rest of the day, me and Goody did all the household chores that had been assigned to us. Goody was forbidden to see or assist Crackstone's wife, which made Goody a little sad because that was her favorite task, but she had a lot of work to do. Eventually, we finished all the work for the day and went to the little house where Goody stayed with her mother, Rosa. Rosa was nowhere to be found, and we guessed that Crackstone had made her do more chores. But both of us were so tired that we fell asleep within seconds.