A/N Own Nothing That Doesn't Belong to Me. Thanks for the reviews, thanks to my beta. Enjoy!!

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Chapter 7: Disagreements

Willy took me to the Buckets again for dinner. I avoided their stares and focused on putting food in my mouth. It was a nice feeling to not have to worry about stuffing myself. I used to always be concerned about when my next meal would be. Now I had a… a father; I would probably get to eat almost every day. It was just a nice feeling.

Mrs. Bucket began speaking to me as if she was my mother, not my mother but like a normal mother. "Did Willy discuss our rules with you?"

"He told me about them." I nodded with a defiant look on my face. Why did I suddenly feel like a teenager, wanting to break the rules just because they were there?

Willy laughed nervously. "She won't give away my recipes and she will watch her language. She will be good." He smiled at me almost proudly. I didn't know what he was proud of, but whatever.

Mrs. Bucket gave a stern look to me and Willy. "What about the other two conditions?" Neither of us spoke. I was never scared of anyone in my life before, but this woman's tone made me not want to speak. I felt the need to obey her. Does she have some type of mind control?

Finally I broke myself away from her spell. "That part is my business."

"Not when you are going to be visiting my house."

I glared at her and started to get up. "Then I will leave your house."

Charlie interrupted everyone. "Stop! Kali, sit back down. Mum only wants what is best for you." I didn't sit back down. Mrs. Bucket and I stayed staring daggers into each other's eyes.

"If you are going to kill yourself like your mother did, then I will not have you hurt Willy in the process." That struck a nerve. The bitch just compared me to my mother.

"I am not my mother. My mother couldn't go five fucking minutes without jabbing a needle in her arm or swallowing something."

"She already broke rule number four." I barely heard Grandpa George speak. I was still pissed off at this woman who presumed to know me.

"No matter what the circumstances, I would never tell my kid how much of a burden they were or give them a bottle of whiskey to drink to make them go to sleep so I could do my job. I wouldn't leave them out in the park for days on end as if the swing set was a suitable babysitter. I wouldn't sell my daughter's body when she was twelve years old to make drug money. I wouldn't do half the shit she did. I will never be like her." I have no memory of ever crying before. Crying meant noise and noise meant punishment. Anyway, what good did it ever do anyone? Even so I felt a sting behind my eyes. I had no clue what it was, but I didn't care. It just felt so damn good to scream right now.

No one responded to me so I left the little shack. I slammed the door so hard I thought the whole building was going to collapse. I found my way out of the Chocolate room and was surprised when I made it back to the main entrance. I didn't cry. The sting went away and I put my mask of not giving a shit back on. Willy was running after me and managed to catch up with me before I left.

"Don't go." I glared at him. I was not going to stay there and be judge by anyone. "Listen; just don't go into the Bucket's house for a few days. You and I will spend some time together. I will take you to meet my…. him tomorrow." He looked really hopeful. I did want to meet more of my family.

"Fine." Willy took me to the room I spent the other night in. He was happily walking and talking about candy and such. It was actually really amusing to see him so excited. He was like a big kid. "I wished you liked candy and chocolate. Maybe you just need to eat more to get used to the sweetness."

"I don't know. Does it really matter? You don't need me to buy your candies. The whole world loves them."

"Yeah, but if there was something you liked maybe I could make it for you."

I smiled. I couldn't help it. This man was too cute in his strange way. "I like lemons. I ate a lot of those when my mother would leave me at a bar."

Willy looked at me sadly and then switched to happy again. "Great so I will bring you up a bunch of sour candies and you can taste test them for me." He ran into a glass box and it zoomed off to the left. I stood in front of my door in amazement. One: Did he just leave me without locking me in? Two: Did that elevator just zoom to the left?