(Coming this September...)
"You hold the answers deep within your own minds. Conciously you've forgotten them. That's the way the human mind works. Whenever something is too unpleasant, too shameful for us to... entertain, we reject it. We erase it from our own memory. But the imprint is always there..."
Reya had only gotten Ronnie's clothes on when she heard the screaming from outside. She stood silent for a minute, and suddenly recognized the voice. "Jessie!" she shouted, and ran, carrying Ronnie with her. The front door was open and she panicked. "Jessie!" she shouted again and ran outside, looking around. There was nothing. No sight or sound of Jessica or any sign of her being in the house. "Oh my god!" she gasped, running around the house, trying to find her. About fifteen minutes later, she called the police and that was when the nightmare officially began for her and the rest of the family.
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"Mr. Wonka, there's a call waiting for you," said the squeaky oompa voice. Wonka, who was mixing together a new concoction, set down the test tubes and took off his goggles.
"Who is it?" he asked.
"It's the Mrs. She sounds like she's crying, sir." He nodded and stepped out of the inventing room to answer the call.
"Honey?" he asked, once he had the phone.
"Oh my god! Willy... I don't know what happened! There was screaming and I ran but... oh God"
"Whoa," he said. "Slow down, I can't understand you, dear! Breathe"
"I can't breathe!" she half screamed. "Jessica's gone"
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From in the car, Willy closed his eyes and rested his head on his arm over the steering wheel, finally feeling the impact sink in and he started to cry. "Oh, Jessie," he whispered, shaking as the hot tears came at last.
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"Is there anyone who could have done this?" asked the cop. "Any enemies you have?" Wonka shook his head, but Reya nodded.
"I have an enemy," she said softly.
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Reya burried her face in her hand, muffling out sobs and slipped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She could almost hear little Jessica screaming from the darkness, "Mommy! Mommy, help me! I'm afraid! Mommy!" She started sobbing and burried her face in her hands, shaking and fighting off the urge to scream. Her baby was gone and in the hands of a monster who was doing God only knew what to her. "Bastard," she sobbed. "Leave her alone, she's just a baby"
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"My, you're not looking very well at all," said the man. Willy turned around and glanced at him.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Don't you recognize me, old friend?" He looked closer and thought for a moment. Then it hit him like a bullet between the eyes.
"Slugworth," he muttered. "What do you want"
"Heard about your little girl. Sorry to hear about that." He stopped and looked at him.
"We'll find her," he said darkly. "We won't give up"
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"What are you suggesting?" Willy asked.
"That a man who would do that to a child is a monster, that's all," said Slugworth.
"That's my baby! I love her so much. I would never ever do anything to her! Ever!" Slugworth gave him a face he couldn't quite read, and his eyes darkened. "It was you," he said suddenly. "You took her!" Slugworth look furious now.
"I did no such thing"
"You're lying! Where is she!" he shouted. "Where's my daughter!"
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How To Spell Pain
by, Smeagol's girl
Rated T. Coming in September 2005. Be there or be... somewhere.
(A/N: See you in September people! Hasta luego!)
