Saint Fan- Yay! Roland drowned! (throws party)

peachy-pebbles- (gives tissue) Don't worry it will get better...soon...as for Roland...who knows! I'm not telling! (zips lips)

Trickstersthiefgirl- Thank you! Is it wrong to say that it feels good to make people cry? lol

Oo-Arisu-chan-oO- Yes, I actually own Evanescence's new cd. ITS SOOOOO AWESOME!!!!!! (cough) They're one of my favorite bands. I thought that the sadness of the song fit perfectly in the scene. (winks)

Fala Delacroix- Aww. It's ok, belochka! You're still my sexy bitch! (kisses)

Jack's Sally- YAY!!!! ADDICTION!!!!!

A/n: I'm sooooooo sorry for the long delay! I had to do two papers for school. IT SUX!!!! I started to have withdrawls from updating! Anywayz... here's the next chappie!


Chapter 44: The Heartbreaking Article

"In other surprising news, Wonka's candy sales have gone down drastically in the last month. Some people think that the candy genius has finally lost his touch. His rivals have certainly taken advantage of this."

I cut off the radio before I could throw it out the window. I'm lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, too exhausted to get up from my tragic stupor. It's been more than a month since I last saw Bianca. Since then I've had no interest in my work . . . All I could think about is Bianca. What is she doing? How is she doing? I can't find relief from all these thoughts! Even my Oompa Loompa shrink can't help my restless mind. I slide my hand underneath my pillow and slip out one of Bianca's dresses. Bringing it up to my nose I breathe in deeply, letting the scent overcome all of my senses. My heart begins to slightly ache, but it was worth it to remember her, thankful that she wasn't totally gone from my life.

There are some days where I have a flashback about the day she left. I felt so low . . . Even worse than low . . . I felt like shit. But what really strikes me as peculiar is Emmy arriving not long after her mother left. It was very odd indeed . . .

We are all sitting in the tiny kitchen of the crooked Bucket house. Emmy is at one end of the table and I was at the other. Her eyes are watery, but no tears spilled from her eyes. They reflected exactly what my eyes looked like. She also tried hard not to look at me.

Arlene is pacing around the table with her arms crossed, her head hanging down as she thought hard. She finally looks up at Emmy. "Why did you come back?" she asked the little girl softly.

Emmy looked Arlene straight in the eyes. "Mummy sent me back."

"Why?" Arlene's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"She said she doesn't have enough money to get a proper home for me."

"What about your education, food, and other needs? Does she expect us to pay for all of that?"

"No . . . she will send in money every so often to support me. She said she didn't have a home for me . . ." Emmy's voice was turning cold.

"It's okay, Emmy. You're always welcome here," Charlie said comfortingly. Emmy gave a little smile his way, but quickly returned to sulking while staring down at her little hands.

"Where does she live now?" Arlene asked curiously.

"I don't know . . . Probably at The Red Rat."

"There's not enough room for you there?"

"I guess not . . ."

A roaring silence filled the room. I couldn't help to feel that Emmy was hiding something. I wanted to ask her just one question that haunted me . . . But I kept my mouth shut. Arlene took a seat next to her. "Did she say anything to you before she let you go?"

"Yes . . ."

"What did she say?"

"She said that I should stay here because it would be good for me. It was cruel to take me away from a place that made me happy . . ."

"Anything else?"

"She sang me a song, and told me to tell you all about not having a home for me, but that she'll send in money for me."

Arlene nodded. "Okay." She began to rub Emmy's back. Emmy continued to share down at her hands. She began to wring her hands nervously. I couldn't hold my tongue back any longer. I just had to know . . .

"How is she?"

There was an uncomfortably long pause until Emmy answered. "She is . . . Distraught." She looks up, finally looking at me since this little interrogation started. Her eyes were no longer soft . . . They were cold, hard, and calculating. You wouldn't believe those eyes belong to a six year old girl.

"And heartbroken . . ." she said softly.

As my flashback ends I feel hot tears trickle down my cheeks. I quickly wipe them away. The only thing that gets me is why Bianca sent Emmy back. I know for a fact that there is plenty of room for both of them in The Red Rat.

What are you hiding from us Bianca?

I sigh and sit up in bed. You just can't mourn about this all the time. I get out of bed, deciding that a visit to the Bucket house will cheer me up. I seriously doubt it though, my mind chimes. I shake my head to shut it up as I get dressed in my usual attire.

When I get to the house Arlene is cooking by the stove and Noah is reading today's newspaper. Charlie is at the table doing what appears to be his homework. And the grandparents are in bed as usual.

"Hey, Mr. Wonka!"

"Hello, Charlie."

"Hey Willy . . . How are you doing?" Arlene asks soothingly. Arlene has been keeping a good eye on me for the last month. Even though she thought what I did was wrong she still looks out for me . . . Making sure I don't kill myself probably.

I'm doing . . . Fine . . . I guess." I give a little smirk before pulling out a chair from the table. As I did so an article in the paper caught my eye. "Noah, are you done with that part of the paper?" I ask nicely.

"Oh, yes. Go on ahead, Willy."

Quickly, I snatch the article. Just a moment ago I was thinking about Bianca and the possibility that she's hiding something. This article seems to prove my suspicion as I read on:

Heartbreak May Have Led To

Glum Candy Sales!

We've all recently noticed the gradual downfall of Wonka's candy sales. The only time it has gotten this low was when Charlie Bucket (the current heir to the chocolate empire) refused to accept Mr. Wonka's offer. It seems that a heartbroken Willy Wonka leads to poor business! This may seem ridiculous that emotion plays a role in Wonka's candy sales, but look at Wonka's current break-up.

Bianca Rhiannon Mab has recently been seen outside the factory with her arm around a new love by the name of Roland Parker. Everyone knows that Mrs. Mab was dating Willy Wonka just a few months ago before his dismal candy sales!

"We just weren't right for each other," Bianca told the press during a short confrontation. "Our lifestyles didn't match . . . I needed someone who was just as down to earth as I was."

Not only did she break up with a billionaire, but she's also engaged to Roland! Looks like Willy Wonka was shoot twice in the same wound.

"I just know that she's the one . . . And we're planning the date of the wedding to be some time next month!" said an excited Roland Parker.

So it seems that Wonka's heart decides the fate of his candy sales. Don't be surprised is Wonka's candy goes out of business! At least one happy ending comes out of it.

I growl furiously. Before I could stop myself I rip the article in half and throw it down to the ground. I turn on my heel and stalk out the door. How can she be engaged to that bastard! I swing my cane at a nearby gingerbread tree, snapping the poor thing and my cane in half. Throwing down the remains of my cane I continue to walk off my anger in the Chocolate Room. Not long after I began to walk Arlene soon joins me.

"Willy . . . You can't do nothing about this! You brought your own-"

"Despair upon me . . . I know Arlene! I've heard this a thousand times already!"

"Then why are you so angry?"

"Because! It's absurd that she would even think about marrying that fucktard!"

Arlene raises her eyebrow. "Fucktard?"

I roll my eyes. "Yes! A fucktard! A FUCKING RETARD!"

She nods as she tries to calm me down. "Right . . . Well . . . Maybe she thought that fucktard treated her better than you did!"

"That may be . . . But she doesn't seem to be that type of women to get hitched right away."

"Yeah . . . That is true. But we can't change her mind. It's her decision."

"Hmm . . . Yes . . . When is her next performance?"

Arlene's eyes widen. "What?"

"Her next performance . . . When is it?"

"Well . . . It's actually tonight." I nod my head and look down at my feet in deep thought. Arlene places her hand on my shoulder. "Willy . . . What are you thinking about?" she asks hesitantly. I look up to see Arlene's eyebrow arched.

"Tonight I'm going to go to her performance, and beg for her forgiveness."

"Willy, are you sure?"

"Yes."

"If you think that a few words of sorrow are going to make her leave Roland . . ."

"I don't care if she still wants to stay with that fucktard! I just want her forgiveness . . ."

Arlene nods and leaves me to my thoughts. The truth is I really want her to forgive me and come back with me. My love for her has not vanished at all . . . It has grown stronger every day. And that loves aches for her, and she is never here to feel it pulsating in my heart. I also know for a fact that Bianca couldn't possibly want to marry Roland.

I hope she doesn't want to . . . I don't think my heart could take that kind of pain.


A/n: So...what do you think? Will this turn out to be a miraculous happy ending for the destined couple? How the fuck should I know! (slaps face) Oh yeah...I'm the arthor! lol Well, the only you'll find out is to review! As for the next update...it might be a little while until it gets posted. It shall come soon enough! UNTIL THEN...REVIEW!!!!!