Listen To The Rain by, Smeagol's girl
(A/N: Good morning, Starshine! The earth says, "Hello"
An ahead of time warning, the majority of this was written before Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was released (July 15th) so Willy Wonka's going to be out of character from the movie, but appearance wise, it's the same guy. Sorry. And changed the title cuz this one looked better. When she was only four, Jessica Alexandra Wonka was kidnapped and never seen again. The entire family took the blow very hard, especially the parents, and picking up the shreds of their life is near impossible. Nine years later, after enough evidence has been found to prove she's dead, a teen shows up near the factory, screaming and beaten. He learns within minutes she's not in her right mind and gets her taken to a psychiatric hospital. With one look at her, he immediately knows he has to help her because he feels an unexplainable connection with her... like if he helps her, it'd be like helping his daughter he lost so long ago. The problem is, she's been hiding a dark secret ever since she was little and is not ready to give it up to anybody. As he gradually gains her trust, he soon finds himself involved in the biggest challenge yet. Rated T. I own nothing. Everything you would want to know about the last two stories is on my profile, where the ideas came from, and the true stories behind most of it. Check it out.)
"You hold the answers deep within your own minds. Consciously, 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 memory. But the imprint is always there"
-Intro to 'Understanding (Wash It All Away)', Evanescence
"Won't you come away with me tonight/ We can flap as the moon and stars alight/ Doesn't matter where you've been before all night like this/ Doesn't matter where you've been before/ I'll love you like this/ And she cries/ Can't you see I won't leave/ You've got to open your eyes/ Here I stand, take my hand/ Let go of the fear that you hold/ Don't throw your pearls to swine tonight/ Don't let them take your innocence/ Remember times I held your hand and kept you close/ Remember the times I held up and now/ And she cries/ Can't you see I won't leave/ You've got to open your eyes/ Here I stand, take my hand/ Let go of the fear that you hold"
-'She Cries', East West
PROLOGUE (Takes place morning after wedding night. Dedicated to a pal who actually wrote a wedding night scene for me. Not as hot and steamy as what you sent, but just right. :D)
Willy woke when the first rays of sun began to shine through the bedroom window. Reya lay sound asleep beside him, her blue hair slightly tangled, but lay spread across her back, half covering the Grateful Dead logo on her dark gray zip up hoodie. He had teased her so bad when she put it on after tossing and turning for hours, finally admitting (slightly embarrassed) that she couldn't fall asleep without any clothes on. He had laughed about it, but she looked sort of cute like this. Her dark blue and green pajama pants were very soft, and looked comfy, so he really could blame her for not being able to sleep peacefully without them.
She shifted a little, and he knew she was starting to wake up. He leaned over to her and kissed her cheek sweetly. She moaned slightly, and her eyes slitted open, looking up at him dreamily. "Hi," she said softly, propping herself up on her elbow and smiling. "Good morning, princess," he said softly. He had been calling her that since he had taken her to their fairy tale 'castle', and she secretly enjoyed it, even if it was a little corny. "Sleep well?" he asked, and they both exchanged a laugh. She rubbed her forehead with her hand, and he saw her turning red.
"I'm sorry," she said, yawning. "I tried, but I couldn't sleep"
"It's okay," he said kissing her forehead. "Better than you not sleeping at all." She smiled and kissed his lips, but quickly drew away, making a face.
"Bleh! Morning breath," she said, a little over dramatized. He chuckled and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, kissing her again, slowly but passionately. She felt so warm when she was kissing him. It wasn't that she was cold before, she just felt warmer when his lips would start to brush hers. And for some reason now, it wasn't the castle like house, or the 'prince charming' laying beside her, but the love he felt for her was making her feel like an actually princess, special and beautiful. He was very passionate about things, and never went into anything half heartedly. So naturally he was passionate about her, and she knew he would do everything he could to treat her like a princess. He slid away and placed his legs over the edge, pulling on a pair of boxers and pajama pants before standing up, and then he turned to her, extending his arms to her. She smiled, crawling forward as he picked her up in his arms and carried her down the stairs.
About two weeks after this, she came running to him, bouncy and excited with an EPT which was positive. That was when it all really began to start.
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