A/N Own nothing that doesn't belong to me. I love my loyal reviewers. Hope people are enjoying.
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Chapter 5: Confessions
The first thing I did was fill up the tub. I found some bubbles and scented soaps and got to it. I couldn't say how long I spent washing, rewashing and just soaking. I know that I drained and refilled the tub three times to get all the dirt out. I searched through the clothes in the closet and picked some out for myself. I wasn't a liar, but I never said I wasn't a thief. Of course, if these were someone's clothes I am sure they would notice. I didn't really give a shit though. I put a pair of jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt to the side and put a fluffy brown robe on. I curled into the nice bed and fell asleep.
I woke up early the next morning and got dressed in the clothes I had found the previous night. The jeans were too big for me so I found a belt. They were also too short, but there was nothing I could do about that. I was a little jittery that morning. I needed a fix of something and was a little panicked that I couldn't get out. This made me angry at myself that I let myself get that bad. Eventually I had enough pacing and I picked the door lock. It was a piece of cake and didn't even take much effort on my part.
I walked out of the room not sure where I was going and instead just bumped right into Willy and fell back onto my ass. I let out a few choice words and glared up. He was looking unhappily down at me. "If you can't wait nicely in your room little girl, then you will have to go home."
I gritted my teeth to keep myself quiet and stood back up. He led the way towards the Chocolate Room and I followed. Mrs. Bucket had breakfast just about ready and we all sat at the table. She looked at me with approval today. I didn't remember her judging me the day before, but she seemed to be impressed today. "When did your mother tell you that you were Willy's daughter?"
I had a mouth full of eggs at the time so I had to wait a second before answering. "Uh, I was only a couple of years old the first time I remember her telling me. She mentioned it quite a few times."
Mrs. Bucket was just bubbling with questions. "What does she do?" I looked over at Willy who was trying his best not to look at Mrs. Bucket. I guess they didn't know how I came to be.
"She passed on." I decided to avoid answering that question altogether. Willy looked up surprised and I didn't realize why for a second. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that little detail to him.
"Oh dear, I am sorry for your loss. Willy, was her mother your first girlfriend? You must be terribly upset as well." Willy continued to look down. The more evil part in me was laughing at his embarrassment. The Buckets thought my mother was an old flame of his. A night of youthful passion created an accident that a young modest woman couldn't dare to tell anyone about. Ha.
I stifled a giggle and received a few odd glances from the people at the table. I realize that a person's death is nothing to laugh at, but I am an ice bitch. I held no good or loving feelings for my mother and only felt a slight inconvenience when she died. It was easier when I had a little help trying to pay for a place to stay. Now I got to witness my possible father dealing with the fact that he would either have to lie to his family or explain events that he was ashamed of.
I saw him open and close his mouth a few times and I watched him with curiosity. He looked at me unable to explain so I did. "Uh, Mrs. Bucket, my mother was not an old girlfriend of Willy's." She looked at me confused and waited for me to continue. "My mother was a prostitute. From the story she told me, Willy bought himself a hooker for his 16th birthday. She was the hooker and I was the unwanted result."
Her face showed a mix of emotions as did everyone else's at the table. I saw some sadness and sympathy directed towards me and anger and disgust towards Willy. He kept his eyes down waiting for some kind of lecture or anything to begin and was surprised when it didn't. I saw a few eyes on me with more questions and for the first time in my life felt shy. I suddenly didn't want to be there. That just made me angry. I have nothing to be ashamed of.
"Like mother, like daughter?" I looked over at Grandpa George. He was trying to ask me a question without really asking it. I scowled at him and then nodded. Now it was my turn to receive disgusted glares.
"Alright then, for the hundredth time will someone show me the way out of here." I wanted to leave while I still had some dignity left. Willy nodded and led me out of the shack and back into the main entrance.
"The oompa-loompas tell me that the results will be in by tomorrow. Although I think we already know the result."
I nodded. There was too much of a family resemblance to deny it, but I wasn't going to keep my hopes up. My hair was now clean and curly making me look even more like his mother. "Thanks for the food and letting me stay the night. Sorry I had to exist and embarrass you in front of your family." I was used to hearing that my existence was a terrible burden on the world, right then I found out that I really was starting to believe it.
"You really shouldn't mumble because I can't hear you. Now go home and come back tomorrow afternoon." I nodded and turned away. I knew damn well that he heard me perfectly. I left the complex and looked around. Where should I go? I didn't have a home. I wasn't going to waste any money on food since I had just eaten and had plenty the night before. I also didn't need to worry about finding a motel or anything since I had just bathed. It was a nice day when I didn't have to worry about how much money I had. I hung out at the park trying to find a dealer instead. I got what I needed and climbed a tree to stay for the night.