A/N: This is one of the last chapters. I know I'm going to write at least
two more, but that's it. Enjoy!
Wednesday slept all day and didn't talk to anyone. Willy was beginning to worry about her. He had to do something. He knew the first thing he had to do. "Lindsay, we need to talk," he told her in his office the next day. She looked at him sweetly. "What?" He sat down. There was a long silence. He sighed. "I can't be with you." "What? Well, I mean, we're not real serious or anything –" "I – I just can't mess around like this. After Tawny, I don't think I'll ever love anyone as much as I love her. It wouldn't be fair to you and . . . I just can't do it." Astonishment spread across her face. "What? I mean . . . don't leave! Please, talk to me!" He shook his head. "No. This is the way it is." _______________________________________________________________________
Wednesday was forced to walk around the factory with him later. They sat around the candy garden. She nibbled at some licorice, silent. He sighed. "Exactly where did you go?" She glanced up, her eyes murky and dark. This was killing him. The bright twinkle in her eyes had been blown out. She looks just like Tawny looked when I first met her, he realized. "I don't want to talk about it," she replied and went back to her candy. He groaned. "Please. I'm – I'm your father. I care about you. I *love* you." She sighed and met his eyes. "Do you really want to know?" she demanded. He nodded. She went on. "Stanley and I sneaked into a bar that night, but you probably already know that. I got drunk, so drunk the room was spinning. I started talking to this guy. Stanley tried to get me away from him, but like an idiot I ignored him – I actually got mad at him! The guy took me – well, forced me – to go to this place, and he *raped* me! Are you happy now?" All the blood drained from his face. This couldn't have happened. No, not his baby. Guilt invaded him. He should've protected her. It was his entire fault. "God, are you alright?" he asked, clutching her. She shrugged him off. "I'm fine," she muttered, tears squeezing out of her eyelids. "We can go to the police!" he burst. She scoffed. "I don't want to deal with this ever again. Just leave me alone."
Wednesday slept all day and didn't talk to anyone. Willy was beginning to worry about her. He had to do something. He knew the first thing he had to do. "Lindsay, we need to talk," he told her in his office the next day. She looked at him sweetly. "What?" He sat down. There was a long silence. He sighed. "I can't be with you." "What? Well, I mean, we're not real serious or anything –" "I – I just can't mess around like this. After Tawny, I don't think I'll ever love anyone as much as I love her. It wouldn't be fair to you and . . . I just can't do it." Astonishment spread across her face. "What? I mean . . . don't leave! Please, talk to me!" He shook his head. "No. This is the way it is." _______________________________________________________________________
Wednesday was forced to walk around the factory with him later. They sat around the candy garden. She nibbled at some licorice, silent. He sighed. "Exactly where did you go?" She glanced up, her eyes murky and dark. This was killing him. The bright twinkle in her eyes had been blown out. She looks just like Tawny looked when I first met her, he realized. "I don't want to talk about it," she replied and went back to her candy. He groaned. "Please. I'm – I'm your father. I care about you. I *love* you." She sighed and met his eyes. "Do you really want to know?" she demanded. He nodded. She went on. "Stanley and I sneaked into a bar that night, but you probably already know that. I got drunk, so drunk the room was spinning. I started talking to this guy. Stanley tried to get me away from him, but like an idiot I ignored him – I actually got mad at him! The guy took me – well, forced me – to go to this place, and he *raped* me! Are you happy now?" All the blood drained from his face. This couldn't have happened. No, not his baby. Guilt invaded him. He should've protected her. It was his entire fault. "God, are you alright?" he asked, clutching her. She shrugged him off. "I'm fine," she muttered, tears squeezing out of her eyelids. "We can go to the police!" he burst. She scoffed. "I don't want to deal with this ever again. Just leave me alone."
