Chocolate Rain || Willy W.

#3~Chocolate Does NOT Fly. Or Does it?

     When you and Fex arrived home, your fathers were already there, as you predicted. Also as you predicted, they were furious.

      You'd sat there, listening as they yelled at the both of you. "Who's smart idea was this?" Your father asked sharply. Before Fex could admit his guilt, you blurted, "Mine." Fex whipped his head around to meet your eyes, wide and confused.

     In his rage, your father grabbed your shirt, pushing his face close to yours. You could smell the wine and champagne on his breath, and you knew that you'd just dug yourself into a lot of trouble.

     He pulled you, nearly dragging you up to his office. You caught Fex's eye as you were pulled upstairs, and you could see the impending guilt in them.

     Your father slammed the door and closed the blinds, so no one could see what he was about to do. When the first hit came, you were prepared.

      Since your mothers had left, your fathers started drinking. Whenever they went out like that, they always came back some variation of drunk. They would hit both you and Fex, depending on how angry either of them were. Your father always hit hardest though, leaving bruises and never apologizing.

      You'd learned not to resent him. After all, every parent hit their child...right?

     You were prepared for the second blow, and you saw it coming. You wanted to flinch away, but that would only make it worse. "I raised you better than this," He said, his hands snapping back.

      He walked around to his desk. "My own daughter, running around the streets like some hooligan when she's supposed to be here, taking care of the chocolate." He let out a scream, plucking his pencil holder and throwing it at you.

      You weren't prepared, and it hit you in the eye. You fell back, your butt hitting the floor. You saw stars, your left eye completely dark. You reached up to touch your face and you felt blood, just above your eyebrow.

      Shit, how am I going to cover this up now? You wondered, staring up at your father with your other eye. You saw no remorse in his gaze, but throwing his pencil stand must have satiated his anger enough, and he just said, "Get up."

      Obediently you stood. "I'm sorry, sir." You said, cupping your eye with your hand. "Thank you. Now go get ready for dinner."

     You trudged off to your room, which was on the floor above your dad's office. It was quite big, having been your mom's room. The walls were white, along with everything else in the bed, except for the sheets, which were a deep purple.

     Inside your room, Fex was sitting on your bed, reading one of your books. You caught a glimpse of the cover. It said A Perfect Chocolate, by Arthur Slugworth. Almost all of your books were by your father.

     Fex stood when he saw you cupping your battered face. He looked even more guilty. Without saying anything, he pulled out the chair on your vanity, and you sat down. Hidden at the back of one of your drawers, you had a small first aid kit. Fex pulled it out, and prepared an alcohol wipe.

      You pulled your hand away, hearing Fex gasp as he saw your face. "I'm sorry." He said. You cracked a small smile. "Its fine. You just owe me extra pudding at dinner."

     Fex dabbed at your wound with his wipe, and you hissed at the sharp pain. Your eye was turning a darker shade, which meant you were hit hard, because you didn't bruise easily.

     Fex placed a small bandage on your cut, which wasn't very big or deep. When he was done, he wrapped his arms around your neck, placing his head on your shoulder. "Why did you take the blame?" He asked, staring at you from the mirror. "You're my best friend," You say. "You're like my brother. Family sticks out for each other. And, because it was a stupid idea and you've been beaten up enough for one night."

      You didn't know why, but when you looked at Fex in the mirror, his eyes were sad.

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     That night, as you crawled into bed, you thought about Willy. That was an interesting name, not just the fact that it rhymed with silly.

    He was not what he seemed, you knew that. You remembered the way he swept Fex's feet out from under him and the way he single-handedly humiliated the son of one of the richest men on the continent.

          You were so deep in your thoughts that, at first, you didn't hear the soft tapping on your window. It wasn't until the tapping grew louder, that you sat up and noticed the bird at your window.

     Except, it wasn't any regular bird. It was dark, brown, and shiny, and it held a shiny pouch in its jaws. You gasped as you realized what it was. It couldn't be. 

    This was no regular bird. This was...a chocolate bird.

      Hurriedly you opened the window, undoing the latch and allowing the chocolate creature to step inside your room. You stared at it in awe, and it placed the shiny pouch in your outstretched hands.

      "For me?" You asked it, receiving a chirp in response. You unfurled the wrap, revealing a singular wrapped mini drop of chocolate. It was attached with a note that said,

      For you, perfect chocolate for a perfect girl.

       ~Willy Wonka

       Despite yourself, you smiled, picking up the small chocolate. You undid the wrapper and placed it on your tongue. It was like a beautiful explosion of flavors. Sugar, cinnamon, caramel, gosh, you could even taste rich strawberry creme.

     You picked up the note, rereading the words. You looked up. The chocolate bird was flying back up, as if it had left earlier, with a new note in its jaws.

     This time, you plucked it from the bird, unfurling it and reading it eagerly. 

      What happened to your face? It wasn't that Felix boy, was it?

~Ww

      You looked up, glancing around. He couldn't have known about your face unless he was looking. You frowned. You stuck your head out the window, trying to look for a familiar flash of purple or red. 

     You couldn't find one. If he wasn't on the street, where was he?

      "You didn't reply to my message."

     You jumped up at the voice, banging your head on the top of your windowsill. "Ow!" You exclaimed.

      You swiveled around.

      There, leaning on your bedframe, was Willy Wonka.

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A/N: Guys I'm sorry lol I'm trying my best to be more consistent <3