A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Here's the next chapter.

Disclaimer: Now that I think about it, a pretty big bulk of the story is original. And MINE - about, what, 70 percent? But the rest ain't mine.

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There was a very long silence.

"So . . ." Wednesday drifted off. "What happened?"

Willy exhaled. "She died."

She was still confused. "Why didn't I live with you?"

"I couldn't deal with it. I was a broken down person."

Her face turned as red as a tomato. "So you just abandoned me?"

He shook his head. "No. It killed me -"

"I hate you!" she screamed. She jumped out of her seat. "I don't even now why you told me this!"

She left the room.

Willy, Stanley, and Lindsay all sat there, aghast.

He scoffed. "Like her mother."

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Wednesday couldn't stop thinking about it for the next few days. She was pissed, and she was also confused. If he loved her so much and had so much money, why did he give her up?

On the third day, her mother came to her room.

"Honey?" she called from behind the door.

"Come in."

She sat on the edge of the bed Wednesday was sprawled over. "We need to talk."

She looked up. "About what?"

She sighed. "Now, I'm not judging you, sweetie. But I think that all the trouble you've been getting into lately is your way of acting out your anger."

"What?" She sat up. "What are you talking about? I'm happy!"

Lindsay shook her head. "I can tell you have some anger. And I think the best thing to do is have you live with your father."

"He's not my father!" she screamed. "He's just some guy who screwed some lady that gave birth to me! I've never even met him up until now!"

"I've be talking with him, and we both think it's the best thing to do."

She crossed her arms across her chest and pouted. "Too bad. I'm not going."

Lindsay made a stern, harsh look that Wednesday had never seen before. "You're going."

She was silent. She couldn't get out of this.

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The next day, instead of walking with Stanley to her house, they headed toward the chocolate factory.

She took a deep breath when they got to the door. "I really don't want to face him."

He smiled softly and squeezed her hand. "Everything will be okay. It won't be that weird."

She scoffed incredulously. "I hope so."

She opened the door and stepped in. The building was warm and inviting. And it smelled really good.

She close the door and spun around, face to face with a strange boy.

She yelped. "Who are you?"

He smiled at her. "I'm Charlie Bucket."

"Oh. The kid that he gave the factory to, right?"

He nodded. "That's me. Who are you?" He offered his hand.

She shook it. "Wednesday Mars."

He beamed. "Oh! Willy's daughter!"

Wednesday smirked sardonically. "More or less." She heard a man and a woman talking. "Who's that?"

"That's my Grandpa Joe and my mom. They live here with me. My other grandparents live in a condominium in Florida."

She nodded slowly. "So, where's my room?"

He took her there. It was lavish, with a big bed and beautiful, silky sheets and a window with a view of the city.

"Wow," she murmured.

"Like it?" she heard behind her.

She spun around. Willy stood there with Charlie.

Her face slumpled into a frown. "It's okay."

He chuckled. "Come, take a tour."

"I've already taken it," she replied, argumentative.

He grinned mischievously. "You went the easy way through the factory. You only saw what tourists see. There's lots more."

"C'mon," Charlie said. "It's really fun."

She gave in. "Well, all right."