Wonka & Me

Chapter Nine

WARNING:
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS:
HOMOPHOBIA
MENTIONS OF DEATH

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I wake up to Willy screaming at some people downstairs. I'm so startled that I fall out of bed. "Ouch..." I get dressed and walk downstairs, where I see none other than Scrubbit and Bleacher. "Oh, no."

Bleacher looks at me. "Hello, little girl--"

"WOULD EVERYONE STOP SAYING THAT I'M A GIRL!?" I yell.

"But you are a girl." Bleacher says.

"No. I. Am. Not." I say angrily.

"You're a boy?" Bleacher asks.

"No! I'm non-binary!" I exclaim.

"...That's not a thing." Scrubbit says.

"What?" I say, my hands clenching into fists.

Scrubbit ignores me. "Anyways, we are here because we heard of this one." She points at me. "And in order to get out of jail officially...we need her."

"WHAT!? NO!" Willy exclaims.

"You're not taking me!" I exclaim.

"That's right. You're not taking them." Willy says.

"...We only want one girl." Bleacher says.

"They're not a girl." Willy says.

"Yes, she is." Scrubbit says.

"Regardless, you're not taking them anywhere." Willy says.

"What are you gonna do to me?" I ask.

"Just sell you." Scrubbit says.

"WHAT!?" Willy and I exclaim.

"For slavery." Bleacher says.

"NO!" Willy yells. "YOU'RE NOT TAKING THEM ANYWHERE!"

"But we have to!" Scrubbit exclaims.

"And why is that?" I ask.

"To get out of jail officially. We have to be back in about 5 minutes." Bleacher says.

"You. Are. Not. Taking. Them." Willy says.

"We're not?" Scrubbit says.

"No." Willy says.

A police officer walks up to Scrubbit and Bleacher. "Time to go back." He grabs their writsts and takes them back to jail.

I slam the door. "Ugh, I hate them!" I exclaim. "I hate Scrubbit and Bleacher, I hate those stupid snobs, UGH, I CAN'T STAND IT ANYMORE!!!" I feel my body heat up, my heart race, and my face burn hot. I scream, and grab a chair and throw it across the room.

"R-Ramona!" Willy exclaims.

I scream again, and pick up another chair and start to throw it across the room.

"Ramona!" Willy exclaims, grabbing the chair.

I look at him. "What are you doing?" My voice sounds distorted.

"Please, calm down." Willy says.

I take a deep breath and calm down. I set down the chair.

Willy smiles. "Good."

I smile. "I've never heard you yell before."

"I've never yelled before." Willy says.

I chuckle. "Can't say I'm surprised. You don't get angry easily."

"I guess not." Willy says.

I hug him. "Thank you so much for standing up for me."

Willy hugs me back. "You're welcome."