Oompa loompas aren't violent, but I thought I was going to get hurt when I confronted her.
"Who told you that?"
"Well, I'm not really going to say…"
"Tell me now!"
Wonka walked in right at that moment. "Oompa 70, is my… hey, what do you think you're doing?"
"Oh, hello sir, your jacket is done."
"I don't really care right now! You know better than to yell at her! Now I want you to tell me what this is all about. Come on, tell me!"
She was physically trembling in fear. "W-well I… she…"
"What? She what!" he looked at me with nothing but rage in his eyes. There was never a time where I didn't see light in his eyes, but this was different. There was fire in place of the light. "What did you do!"
I was so scared; I didn't know what to do. "Look, I'm really…"
"What did you do! Oompa loompas aren't supposed to lose their temper like that! I thought you knew that! What did you do or say to make her that mad?"
I tried not to cry, but I couldn't help it. I loved the light in his eyes, but now the fire was burning my heart. I couldn't take it. "Don't yell at me! What I did wasn't wrong! All I did was confront her on something I thought was a rumor, ok! So don't go getting mad at me and yelling all of your frustration off at me! I know you're under stress, but that's no excuse." I ran out of the room, crying like I had been shot.
I went to my room, and locked the door behind me. I, too, had been under quite a bit of stress lately, but I usually cried it off at night after everyone was asleep. I just wished I wouldn't have yelled at him. He probably hated me now; maybe he would break the engagement even.
Knock, Knock
"Go away!"
"Miss Wonka, it's Chocol."
"Hang on." I went to the door and unlocked it to find little Chocol with a depressed look on his face.
"Are you alright?"
"No, he hates me."
"No he doesn't."
"Yes he does. He's mad at me. He looked so mad, with a blazing fire in both eyes. I feel so bad. I didn't mean to make him that mad, you know? Oh no." I suddenly felt really cold. "Is it cold in here?" I began to shiver horribly.
"Miss Wonka, are you alright?"
"I don't think so, I suddenly don't feel so well." I lay down and covered up with my blanket. It wasn't helping. "Chocol, go get… never mind."
"I'll go get him."
