Twiggy Wonka- (purrs) He has sexy eyes! And I can't wait to start on the HP fanfic. I also recently got a request that I finish one of my fics on fictionpress called "A Dream". Do you think could read it and see if I should go on with the story line? Just review me like last time! It would really help! (eats candy) Yay! I now have bad teeth!
peachy-pebbles- I thought it would be cute if he was a virgin. It's always adorable for a guy to be virgin : D
Fala Delacroix- I hope you don't get fired from work because of me! Especially fired from all that ice cream...(begins to drool)
Alexandra- I prefer the death by watching The Wiggles. Too much of that show will funk you up!
Me and My Shadow- This story has plenty more romance, drama, and suspense coming up soon!
A/n: Sry it took so long to update. I was going to post yesterday, but the stupid thingy would upload it. Grr! But I'm back : D So plz do carry reading!
Chapter 25: Nas ne Dogonyat
The past two weeks have been a blast! I've never felt so happy in my entire life! Love couldn't have come in a better person . . . My darling starshine . . . Bianca.
It seems like we've been attached to the hip. Wherever I go Bianca is by my side, smiling sweetly. We walked together outside, occasionally dodging the paparazzi, and spending a lot of . . . "alone time" (if you catch my drift!). Since out little talk, Bianca has opened up immensely. She now openly gasps and moans whenever I kiss her in all the right places. I know that this isn't an everyday thing to flaunt, but I'm so excited! It means she trusts me . . . And that made me come to a conclusion. Bianca is the one . . . the one I want to make love to. I know it might be too soon, but I have this gut feeling. It's the same feeling I get when I know my ideas will become great sellers. I haven't told Bianca how I feel yet . . . I'm afraid she'll drawback thinking that it's a ghastly thought. I must tell her some time . . . before it gets too overwhelming and I go too far with her.
"Willy?"
"Huh?" Bianca startles me out of my thoughts. We've been meandering around the factory, not really going anywhere any particular. "This room . . . it seems to be different than any other in the factory . . . plainer than the rest." I look towards the door. I felt a grim smile form on my lips. "I didn't remodel this room because it holds too many memories . . . It's where the workers would wrap candy."
"Workers? You mean back before . . ." She trailed off. She knew I hated to talk about my past. "Yes . . . before I closed the factory. I think I've never touched it since then . . ." I walk towards the door. As I opened the door it creaked loudly. Bianca peeked over my shoulder before she absent-mindedly waltzed in. The room was exactly how I left it. The air smelt musty and dust clouded my vision. Bianca slowly twirled around in the middle of the room aimlessly, an expressionless look upon her face.
"Bianca? Are you okay?" I asked concerned. She just kept looking around while she answered. "I feel as if I've been here before . . . I'm feeling deja vu rushing through my head . . ."
"But you've never set foot here before! I would've known . . . your face is too beautiful to forget."
Bianca snapped her eyes upon me. I can see her cheeks gradually turn pink. She shakes her head. "You're probably right . . . This might look like a place that I'm confusing it with." She places herself in my embrace. I chuckle and breathe in Bianca's sweet aroma. "Bianca . . . you smell intoxicating!"
She giggles. "Ewan gave me perfume as a get-well gift. It's called Winter Solstice."
"I can't put my finger on it . . . it smells familiar . . ."
"The ingredients contain the same scent of the roses you gave me after my last performance . . . They're very popular during the winter season."
"Wow . . . I'm in love with Snow White! Now that I mention it . . . I do see some similarities. Hair as black as a raven, skin as white as snow . . . but your lips aren't as red as a red rose . . . they're more of a light pink color, and your eyes are like sapphires . . . Sometimes I just wanna swim in those sapphire pools."
"You're such a mumbler," Bianca says jokingly. I blush. "Sorry . . . It's just that you're the most wonderful thing that has happened to me. And I can't help to speak so sweetly about the woman I love."
"Aww Willy!" Bianca pulls me into a kiss. I gladly kiss back, wrapping my arms tighter around her waist. Our kiss gets deeper as Bianca moans softly. I return her moan as I press her against a dusty wall. For some reason I felt like this was the perfect time to tell her how I really feel about her . . . that I desire her in ways that would make her blush.
As I lightly break our kiss to tell her a low cough startled us. "Sorry if I'm interrupting anything . . . uh . . . important," said a low voice that belonged to my dad. I hesitantly let go of Bianca and composed myself. Dad walked closer to us. "Dad! You usually call so I can pick you up!"
"I decided to surprise you, so I took a cab. I'm not staying long . . ."
"In that case," Bianca began. "I shall leave you two alone. I need to spend time with Emmy anyways . . . she wants me to finger-paint with her."
"Thank you, Bianca," Dad said sweetly. Bianca smiled and turned to me. "And I'll see you later," she said in a soft whisper before kissing me lightly. She walks out, leaving Dad and I alone together.
"Let's go for a walk, Willy."
I nod as I lead the way out of the ancient room. We aimlessly walk to my office located next to the Inventing Room. We sat down and began a light conversation about stuff. Mostly manly stuff like our businesses and . . . well, that's about it! He helped me with all my paper work, and organized my files. As the end of the day came Dad asked me if we could have a little chat about Bianca.
"What about her?"
"Exactly . . . I don't know anything about her! How am I supposed to know that she's right for you?"
"Dad . . . I know she's right for me! Trust me . . ."
"I know I sort of played love doctor with you two. Bianca seems just right . . . but then I thought about . . ."
"She's not like that," I said, purposefully cutting him off. I knew exactly whom he was thinking about. I didn't want to hear it. That's one thing I refuse to talk about . . .
"She may not be, but history can repeat itself! I'm just trying to do what's best for you . . ."
"We've all seen what happened when you last tried that," I muttered. Dad's face turned as cold as ice. "I was harsh . . . Believe me, I know! But I was only protecting you because I love you." I sigh. "Bianca . . . is the best thing that's ever happened to me! There is no word to describe her . . . That's how amazing she is!" Even thought I was ecstatic just by talking about Bianca, Dad's expression was as hard as rock candy. "Has she told you about her marriage with Ralph?" My joyful expression faltered. "Well . . . no, but . . ." Dad made a noise of triumph. "I thought she trusted you!"
"She does! It's just that her marriage still haunts her and she doesn't want to tell me until she's ready!"
"When will the time be right? I think she'll never tell . . . You two are just perfect for each other . . . Never telling the other exactly how you feel or the truth!"
"I tell her the truth!"
"Please . . . You're just like your mother! Never letting people into your life."
"Don't you ever compare me to her!" I yelled. My breath became shallow as anger coursed through my body. Dad just stared at me with a blank expression until he cocked his eyebrow as if he could read my mind. "Does Bianca know about your mother?" That caught be off guard. "Uh . . . Well . . . You see . . ."
"Ah-ha! I knew it! History is repeating itself. Except this time it's going to be worse!"
"Oh really? Let me tell ya, Dad . . . It's not! I'm not like Mom! I know in my heart that she won't leave me . . ."
"That's what I thought until she started to push you away . . . Just like your mother did to you and I." I felt like a little boy that has just dropped his triple scoop ice cream cone onto the muddy ground. My father doubted Bianca and I . . . our love . . . because he thinks it'll be just a disaster . . . I clench my jaw and balled up my fists. I fought every urge to whack my dad with my cane. How could he think that Bianca is like Mom? "That's the only reason why I was so protective," Dad said to me as he walked towards me. I backed away from him. "Which is why I ran away! And I admit . . . It wasn't a bad choice! I pursued my dreams, and look at me now! The best candy-maker in the world!" Tears began to glaze my eyes.
"Yes," Dad continued. "But along the way after you ran off you figured out the hard way about your mother . . . I tried so hard to keep you safe and away from her after I left her. And every time I come here I'm reminded of my failure . . ."
"Are you saying that you're afraid that I'm going to end up like Mom?"
"I'm just afraid that you're going to hurt Bianca and yourself one day . . . Like it or not your just like your mother, and as soon as you have a doubt about Bianca you'll push her away . . . And she'll never come back."
I stared menacingly at Dad before I said the only cruel thing I could think of. "I hate you . . ." With that said I stalked off. I didn't know where exactly I was going, but as long as it's far away from him. My legs carried me all the way down to my room. I jerk my door open and slam it shut. I throw my top hat and cane on the floor and pounce upon my bed, dragging a pillow to my chest along the process. Tears trickled down my cheeks as I silently cried. How dare he say that . . . I'm not like my mother . . . I'm not!
"Willy?" a voice said quietly on the other side of the door. It creaks open and Bianca's head peeks through. Her face is etched with worry. I jump up from my bed and make my way to the bathroom to hide myself. I instantly hear the rustle of feet follow me. "Willy . . . what's the matter?" She stands outside the bathroom door's frame as she stares at me trying to hide my face. "Nothing! I'm just tired and need to rest."
"In the bathroom?"
"Yeah! It relaxes me."
"Willy . . . Please tell me . . ."
"Why should I? You never shared your secrets to me!" I said without thinking. Instantly, I regretted it as Bianca failed miserably at trying to hide the hurt upon her face. "I'll just be going then," she choked out, on the verge of tears. "No, Bianca! Wait . . ." I grabbed her and pulled her into a hug. "I'm sorry . . . it's just that . . ."
"I know," she said cutting me off. "You feel as if I'm not letting you in. I will tell you eventually. I'm just trying to gather the strength to tell my family first . . . if I can tell them, then I can tell you."
"Why must you tell them first?"
"I feel as if I owe them that. I left them without even saying goodbye . . ." She sniffed and cradled my face with her hands. "Now . . . why are you slamming doors?" We both laugh in unison despite the certain situation. "I just got in a massive argument with Dad . . . At first it was about you and me . . . then he brought up Mom."
"I'm guessing she brings back bad memories?"
"Yes . . ." I walk to my closet and find the chest of drawers in the corner. I open the bottom drawer and take out one of the many boxes that are filled with candy descriptions and original candy ideas from a long time ago. As I walked out I took out two pictures. "This was my mom the first time I saw her before things got bad between her and Dad." I showed her the picture of Mom holding me after the day I came home from the hospital. "Aww! You looked so cute as a baby! And I see where you got your hair . . . and eyes." I smiled, but it didn't last long as I showed her the other picture. "And this is her the last time I ever saw her." Bianca gasped. It really was a horrid sight; purple bags hung under her eyes from deprived sleep and alcohol, her hair was untamed, and the life that used to infest in her eyes was gone.
"Oh, my God . . . Willy . . . what happened? Was she sick?"
"Yeah . . . Sick on alcohol," I mutter as tears leaked out. Bianca takes my hand and leads me to my bed. She lies down upon it and pats the vacant space beside her, inviting me to join her. I crawl up next to her and pull her close. "Where should I begin?" I asked as I combed my fingers through her hair. "Wherever it feels necessary." I sigh and begin a long journey back to my childhood.
"Well . . . Ever since I could remember my parents never got along. I would sometimes wake up in the middle of the night by loud shouts from below my room. From what Dad has told me, they fought because Mom was always keeping secrets from him; she would always keep to herself. I taught myself not to care about the fights. It became harder when Mom began to drink and come home late every night drunk. I thought she was just sick . . . The fights got worse and worse until I was nine years old. Dad left my Mom, taking me along with him. I really cared for her . . . I wanted to help her get well from her sickness. But of course I couldn't. I lived under my Dad's harsh watchful eye. He gave me those blasted braces that made me very unpopular in school.
"One day Dad pushed me too far by pulling me away from my one true interest . . . candy. For one blissful moment all my troubles were forgotten by a piece of candy. I wanted to make my own so people all over the world could enjoy that blissful moment. I ran away when I was twelve. When I realized I made a mistake I ran back to Dad, but he had already left town. The only place I could go to was to Mom's house. I thought since Dad was gone maybe Mom and I would grow closer together, and she'll finally heal from her sickness. As soon as I moved back in she made it perfectly clear that she wanted nothing to do with me. She only took me in so she wouldn't get trouble with the police for abandoning her son. I basically had to feed and take care of myself while she slept around with other men and drank as much alcohol as possible. She didn't even have the decency to do her dirty business outside the house. I know this because I had to fall asleep while hearing her scream and I walked in on her one time . . . She was so mad at me that she locked me in the closet by putting a chair underneath the door handle. Every time she would see me she would always gladly remind me that I was a mistake.
"Eventually, I ignored her all together, giving up my hopes of helping her. I got a job at a local candy shop when I was sixteen. I learned everything about candy making. I saved half of my money so I could leave the city to pursue my dreams, and the other half for my needs. Sometimes I would find my money stolen by Mom who used it to buy liquor most of the time. I got so fed up with it! When the day came for me to leave the city I said my last goodbye to Mom. She just gave me a disgusted look and said "Good riddance!" I went off to start my first candy shop, and pretty soon my factory.
"You couldn't imagine how much it hurt not to call and tell your parents, the ones who would love you unconditionally, all about your success. I thought Dad hated me, and I didn't even bother with Mom . . . She probably would've thought I was someone who called a wrong number. I had no family to share my success with . . ."
Bianca remained silent for a moment. She adjusted herself so she was lying on top of me. "What was your mother's name?" she asked as she wiped the tears that fell as I was retelling my childhood. "Winifred . . . but she went by Wendy. Wendy Wonka." Bianca brushed my hair behind my ear. "Is she still alive?"
"No . . . She died a few years ago. Dad went to go visit her on her deathbed. Even though she scorned him he still loved her. He asked why she pushed him away and she told him . . . She said that she cheated in him millions of times because he didn't satisfy her like he used to. She loved the sick little pleasure every time she cheated on him; the feeling of knowing that you're doing something wrong, but you don't want to stop the ecstasy. She threw her whole away by sleeping around and drinking. The cause of her death was catching a disease from one of her copious partners and an equal dose of alcohol poisoning."
"And your dad thinks you're going to make the same mistake she did, and push me away?"
"That's what it seems to me," I choked out as I sobbed. Bianca cooed me as she sweetly comforted me. "You don't have to make the same mistake your mother made. And I know how you feel about not sharing your success . . . I couldn't tell my own family about my daughter." She began to cry. We cried together. I pulled her into a kiss, tasting her salty tears upon her lips. "Bianca, would you sing me a lullaby?"
She giggled. "Okay . . . what kind of lullaby do you want?"
"Sing one in another language . . . like the one you sang to Emmy one time."
"Are you sure you want me to sing?"
"I need something to relax me . . . What better way then to hear the voice of an angel?" Bianca smiled against my lips. She placed her head upon my chest. She just rested there as if listening to my heartbeat. "You're giving me the tempo," she explained. I chuckled as I wrapped my arms around her waist. Bianca cleared her throat before taking a deep breath, a prelude before releasing an angelic tone so soft, but sill enough strength to be heard:
Tol'ko Skazhe
Dal'she nas dvoye
Tol'ko ogni
Aerodroma
My ubezhim
Nas ne Dogonyat
Dal'she ot nikh
Dal'she ot doma
Noch' provodnik
Spryach' nashi teni
Za oblaka
Za oblakami
Nas ne naydut
Nas ne izmenyat
Im ne dostat
Zvezdy rukami
Nyebo uronit
Noch' na ladoni
Nas ne dogonyat
Nas ne doganyat
Nyebo uronit
Noch' ne ladoni
Nas ne dogonyat
Nas ne dogonyat
My ubezhim
Vse budet prosto
Noch' upadet
Nebo uronit
I pustota na perekrestkakh
I pustota nas ne dogonyat
Ne govori, im ne ponyatno
Tol'ko be nikh
Tol'ko ne nimo
Luchshe nikak
No ne obratno
Tol'ko ne s nemi
Tol'ko ne s nemi
Nebo uronit
Noch' na ladoni
Nas ne dogonyat
Nas ne dogonyat
Nebo uronit
Noch' na ladoni
Nas ne dogonyat
Nas ne dogonyat
After Bianca finished her Russian song I lifted her chin so her eyes met mine. I grazed her cheek with my thumb, enjoying those sapphire pools that reflected her soul. "Do you feel better now?" she asked as she placed her forehead upon mine. Surprisingly, I did. It's like a burden was lifted off my shoulders that weighed me down all these years. "Yes, I do,"
"Just remember, Willy . . . Not only do you have your Dad to share your success with . . . you have Charlie and his family."
"And you . . . It wouldn't really mean anything unless you were there beside me."
Bianca captured my lips in a good night kiss. I responded softly and lightly push Bianca onto her side so I could hold her in my arms. I breathed in the scent of her hair. Raspberries and cream . . . I never would've guessed! I smile against her hair and feel sleep's embrace encircle me. Before fully succumbing into slumber I whisper soft words.
"Good night, starshine."
"The earth says farewell."
A/n: So...You thought they were going to get jiggy with it didn't ya? MWAHAHAHAHA! (coughs) I decided to explore Willy's childhood a bit so Bianca could figure out why Willy is the way he is. The song Bianca sings is the same name as the chappie and is sung by t.A.T.u. (the pretty acoustic version). If you want a translation of it just tell me in a review! And there is still a while before they become one so don't flame me for being a naughty authoress! Ta ta!