Chapter 10
Well. She's pregnant. Of course she is. Why wouldn't she be? A man of his caliber could destroy her life in a second; therefore, she had no reason to lie.
Ellie is truthfully pregnant. Will rolls up his sleeves and cards a hand through his hair. Somewhere deep down, past his desire to be a father, he had hoped this was all a ruse- one giant concoction to get closer to him or take some of his money. The fetus was nowhere near developed. It was the size of a seed, but it is there.
Before the appointment, Will was slowly convincing himself that she wasn't. Slowly memories of that night had been trickling in. He remembers putting on a condom. She told him she was on the pill. Will would have not had slept with her if he knew with would be his future. Yet…It had to be one of those miracle instances.
Ellie is pregnant. There is a baby growing inside of her. His child is growing inside of her. He places his hands in his head. All of those emotions from the night she first called came trickling back in. He wanted to vomit. Hell, if his father could see him now- throwing away his life by one accident. Even with all of his success, his father would still belittle him over this occurrence. Will looks down at his now most favorite drawer.
Pregnant.
Fuck.
Will takes his eyes away from the drawer and places his head upon his desk. His arms fall above his head. He just stays there. Maybe this was all a dream. A nightmare. He would wake up and it would be Maddi's birthday again. Oh, the things he would do differently. If he had not forgotten about the dinner, they would have talked. He would make a joke. She would laugh. A curl that was loose from her side ponytail would fall in front of her face. His hand would itch, but he would not move it. She would not be angry that night. She would not have been careless enough to kiss him. They would continue their night and he would show her, her present, her Candyland. He would explain that it was not finished, but show her his plans. She would smile. He would smile. They would sit in the gummy grass and have one of their deep conversations- it was easy not to have small talk with her. They would stay there for hours. He would love every minute of it, because he knows that he had made her happy. Then they would leave for their own rooms. Everything would have been fine. Their relationship would have been fine. He would be able to keep his emotions controlled. He would have not gotten drunk. His heart would not have broken. Everything would be as it should. He would not have talked to Ellie. Ellie would not be pregnant. Everything would be normal.
Did he want it to be normal?
Will has always known that he and Maddi would never be together. He wouldn't allow it. He also knew that he would always be in love with her, never allowing himself to fall in love with someone else. Therefore, he would never be in a serious relationship. He would never get married. He would never have his own kids. As terrible as this is, he is getting one thing he has always secretly wanted- a child. As a kid himself, he knew that he wanted to be a father, to prove to himself that he was better than his father. To prove that he wasn't his father. That he could take care and show a child the love it deserves. William Wonka wanted to be a father. Now he is going to be one.
There is a knock on his door, but he doesn't answer. The intruder makes their way in anyways. There is no clicking of heels. The intruder places a small hand upon his shoulder, "Will-kins, are you going to come to bed?"
It's Ellie. He turns to look at her, then closes his eyes and shakes his head no.
"Are you okay?" she asks, beginning to rub her thumb in circles. He doesn't answer her and places his forehead back against the cold wooded desk. She moves her hand past his shoulder and up towards his neck. She holds her hand still, and then flips it over to the back of her hand. Then, she quickly lowers her lips to the spot. They rest there for a second, before she stands straight back up, and places her hand back on his shoulder.
"Will, I think you're sick," She says. Yes, he agrees in his head.
"You're burning up," she continues, "You need to come to bed and lay down."
At that, Will lifts his head up. It was almost ironic, he was so use to being hung over, and he wasn't able to sense himself getting sick. He allows Ellie to help him up. They stumble towards his room. She helps him strip to his boxers and lay upon the bed. Ellie, however, doesn't get into bed with him.
"I think it would be better if I stayed in one of the guests rooms tonight," She says looking down at her hands. He doesn't reply and she walks away. Keeping his eyes on the ceiling, his mind begins to drift.
Will is sitting with Maddi in the Candyland room. Well, he is sitting. She is pacing. She is wearing her red dress. Her hair is in that side ponytail. Her feet are bare. He looks down at his clothes. Will got his wish. It was her birthday again. Everything that had happened after this night no longer occurred. He had a chance to change the future. Finally, for what has felt like forever, he smiles, a real genuine smile.
Suddenly Maddi's eyes are on him, "You fucking jerk."
"I know, I forgot dinner," he replies, "I am so sorry, dear one."
"Dinner?" she laughs, then walks over to him, leaning down, and stares him in the eyes. Something is wrong. Willy feels the need to suddenly run.
"That is why you are mad, right?" he questions, leaning back slightly.
"Hell no," She replies, slapping him across the face. He feels the burn of her hand print. Maddi is far stronger than she looks. Will looks back up at her and her eyes are trained on him. The green orbs are shining bright. Never has he seen her look so pissed.
"Then why are you angry?" He replies, not really sure he wants the answer, and definitely not expecting the one she gives.
"I am a child, Will," She says, "A child. You are aware of that right?"
"Yes," he replies, not quite sure where she was going with this, and not ready to hear it.
"Really?" she forces out another laugh, "Because you sure don't act like it. I have given you multiple opportunities to change- to explain yourself. I have seen the way you look at me, Will. I know your eyes travel around my body when I am not looking. I know that your thoughts, your dreams are nowhere near appropriate. I have given you multiple chances to try to control your perversions…"
"Maddi," Will says, attempting to stop her, to let him explain. She quickly leans forward and hits him again.
"No, Will," She interjects, "You had your chance to speak; now it is my time. Will. Mr. Wonka. You disgust me."
Maddi then places both of her hands upon his shoulders and pushes him entirely on the gummy grass. Then she straddles him. He can't control it. Her short dress had ridden up. Her placing is nowhere near correct. She grinds against his erections and laughs, "really, Mr. Wonka?"
Will can't control his moan and she punches him in the throat. Maddi then leans forward and kisses him on his collarbone, "God, you're so sick, ."
He closes his eyes and glues his hands to the gummy grass at his sides. The woman upon him hits him once more, "Open your eyes when I am speaking with you, tu fils de salope. What did you think would come from this? What did you think you come from your sick and twisted fantasies. You pedophile.
Did you think I would return your feelings? (Slap)
Did you think I would love you? (Slap)
Did I would want to be with you? (Slap)
Mr. Wonka, those notions would be farthest from the truth. I am repulsed by you. I was a five when you were the age I am now. You took me in when I was fourteen. You were supposed to be my guardian. You were supposed to take care of me. Not lust after me. Not fantasize about me. Not picture me naked, underneath you, enthralled by passion. Not imagine me on my knees with your cock in my mouth."
Will feels Maddi's hands travel up and down his chest as she speaks. He tries to ignore her. Think of anything but the images she is giving him as she is straddled upon him, her heat against his now throbbing erection. He starts to think about chemistry. The chemistry that goes into making candy. The formula for the perfect chocolate. Liquid chocolate. Licking…he closes his eyes once more only to receive another slap across his face.
"This is turning you on?" Maddi doesn't even attempt to hide her disgust, "You are so fucking sick, Mr. Wonka."
She stands up and then kicks him in the crotch, "You were suppose to take care of me, Mr. Wonka. You were supposed to love me. Love me like a child. Love me as a father or an older brother would. You were not supposed to fall in love with me. Just the idea of being with you makes me want to vomit. I hate you, Willy Wonka."
Will awakes covered in sweat. She left him. She hates him. How could he be so stupid? Of course she would find out how he feels about her. He knew this would happen. He quickly stands up and…quickly lays back down. Will takes a second to compose whatever strength he doesn't have and gets out of bed, slower than the first time, taking his blanket with him.
Little by little, he makes his way out of his room and into the hallway. He stumbles around, eventually he moves towards the wall, using it for balance, as he makes his way to the room. He has to go there. He doesn't know why, but he has to be in there. That room is where she hurt him. That room is where she left him. He had to destroy it.
Will finally makes it into the Candyland room. He leans heavily on the railing as he makes his way down towards the gummy grass. He can see the past events so vividly. Her slapping him. Her yelling at him. Her disgust. Her hate.
He stumbles through the grass and eventually falls on the floor near his teacup flowers. A name repeats in his head over and over again, as he lays back. Maddi. Maddi. Maddi. Maddi. Maddi. Maddi. Maddi. Maddi. Maddi. Maddi. Maddi.
"Will?"Her voice flows through the room, "WILL?"
It's just his imagination, he tells himself, as he wraps his blanket closer around his shoulders. Her voice is all in his head. He messed up. She left. He knows this.
"Will?" Her voice gets closer. He closes his eyes.
"Will?" he hears again, "Please. Where are you?"
He feels a form sit beside him. It's all in his head.
"Will," a hand is placed upon his cheek, "Merde. You feel like fire."
He leans towards the touch that he knows is not really there. It's nice to pretend. It's nice to imagine that she cares about him. That she is there. That she would go out of her way to find him. To make sure he was okay. But she isn't there and he allows the tears that had been swelling in his eyes finally fall. Her ghost arms wrap around him then. Will sobs against her, his entire body shakes as she drags her hands up and down his back in a soothing motion.
Suddenly, she is trying to escape from his grasp. He let the real Maddi go, but he wasn't going to let the one in his head leave him as well. Will pulls her closer, "Please, Maddi, don't leave me."
"I'm not," her sweet French accent is like a drug, "I'm trying to get you up, Will. We need to break your fever."
"Please," he says again, leaning his head in the crook of her neck, "Please don't leave me, again. Please. Please. Please."
"Will," Maddi replies, trying to pull him up again, "I am never going to leave you. I promise. But I can't have you leave me either. Please stand up. We need to get you to the shower."
He finally complies with his imaginary Maddi's wishes. She helps him up, up the stairs, and to his room. They stumble into the bathroom and into the shower. She quickly turns on the faucet to the coldest temperature, and then sits him on the tiled floor. With a huff, she sits beside him, leaning her head against his shoulder.
Suddenly, his imaginary Maddi begins to speak, "You scared me, Will. I saw you stumbling in the hallway. Not going to lie, I thought you were drunk, but then I remembered Ellie telling me you were sick. I called your name so many times, but you wouldn't turn around. When I found you on the floor, I thought the worst. I thought you were dead. You were so pale. Will, I was so scared. What the hell is wrong with you? Why didn't you respond?"
"Because you're not real," he mumbles, taking the now soaking girl into his arms and against his bare chest, "You left me. You can't be real."
She places her hands upon his and relaxes against him, "I am real. I am here."
"No, you're not," he leans his head against the top of hers, letting his tears flow once more, "You left after you found out I was in love with you. You left because you were disgusted by me and my feeling and my dreams and my fantasies. You hate me, so you left."
He feels imaginary Maddi turning in his arms. She takes his head in her hands and forces him to look at her, "Will, I am real. I am here. I could never hate you. Please listen to me. I am here and I love you. I could never be repulsed by you. Never."
They sit there in silence, him and his imaginary Maddi. He pretends that she is real. Even for just this moment and he is happy. Eventually, she decides to get up and turn off the water. She helps him stand up and wraps him in a towel. She then pulls him to his bed and helps him finish drying off before lying him down in bed.
Will keeps his eyes on her as she walks over to his closest dresser and takes out a pair of boxers and a tee-shirt. She then disappears for a second into his bathroom and reappears dry and dressed in his clothes. He feels a surge of happiness at the sight. He sees the determination on her face as she makes her way to the other side of his bed.
Will knows this is just another one of his fantasies. It kills him inside knowing that this is the only way she would ever be in his bed. He takes what he can get though. Will wraps an arm around her and pulls her against his chest. He brings his lips to ear. She feels so real to him, and he smiles at the sensation, before whispering, "I love you, Maddi."
Reviews are love. This one was hard to write guys. Not going to lie. What do you think will happen once Will wakes up again? Is Maddi really there?