The Broken Sweet Tooth

Chapter 4

"Mr.Wonka?" Charlie asked, as he walked along side him the best he could.

"Yeah?".

"Why did you decide to let people in?" Charlie asked, looking up at him.

"So they could see the factory, of course" he lied, as he walked a little faster.

"But why now? And why only five?" Charlie asked, confused.

"What's the special prize, and who gets it?", Mike demanded to know as he interuppted Charlie's question.

"The best kind of prize is a surprise" Willy joked, I shook my head as I could tell he was feeling the pressure from all of these questions.

"Will Violet always be a blueberry?" Veruca asked.

"No. Maybe. I don't know. That's what you get from chewing gum all day. It's disgusting"

"If you hate gum so much, why do you make it? Mike asked, sounding like Wonka was an idiot.

"Once again, you shouldn't mumble. It's starting to bum me out" Wonka replied.

"Can you remember the first candy you ever ate?" Charlie asked, curiously.

"No" he lied.

I should know he was lying, because he ate it with me, he took two pieces of the halloween chocolate that were spared from the flames that his father threw into the fire place the night before and gave me the second piece.
I'll never forget how happy he was and all the dreams he had just from having that one piece of chocolate, I was glad I was there to witness the beginning of the beginning.
I smiled at him as he had the same thought causing him to smile too, "sorry I was just having another flashback".

"Do these flashbacks happen often?" Mr Teevee asked, looking at him concerned.

"Increasingly", he looked at Mr. Teevee then he looked at me with a dazed smile, "today".

I blushed a little and looked away from him, embarrassed.
Suddenly we arrived.
The Nut Room.
Sounds very... nutty.
Ok, that was terrible.
Just as we were about to enter this certain room, Mr. Salt began talking about his business and handed Willy his card, which the man child proceeded to throw over his head, almost hitting Mr. Teevee.
I shook my head, but was relieved that I couldn't smell chocolate anywhere, it was then the maniac opened the door to reveal two dozen squirrels checking nuts to see if they were good or bad.

"Squirriels" Veruca said, in surprise.

They were cute, but I could see the ruthlessness in their beady, black eyes.
So I tried not to get too close.

"Yeah. Squirrels. These squirrels are specially trained to get the nuts out of shells" Willy explained, as he gestured towards the squirrels.

"Why use squirrels? Why not use Oompa-Loompas?" Mr. Salt asked, in disgust.

"Because only squirrels can get the whole walnut out almost every single time. See how they tap them with their knuckles to make sure it's not bad?" Willy exclaimed, suddenly we see a squirrel struggling with a nut "oh, look. Look. I think that one's got a bad nut".

I looked over at Veruca as her eyes grew wider and wider with amazement and also... greed.
It was only when she turned to her dad that my ideas were confirmed, "Daddy, I want a squirrel. Get me one of those squirrels. I want one".

"Veruca, dear, you have many marvelous pets" Mr. Salt insisted, with a smile.

"All I've got at home is one pony and two dogs and four cats and six bunny rabbits..." The spoilt brat yelled.

And kept yelling out what pets she had at home, I rolled my eyes.

"And a silly old hamster. I want a squirrel!".

I leaned on the metal bar as Mr. Salt gave in to his spoilt rotten daughter and shook my head as it rest in my hand, I glanced up at Willy and he wasn't looking forward to denying the scary brat yet another thing she wanted.

"Mr.Wonka, how much do you want for one of these squirrels? Name your price" Mr. Salt asked, as he got out his cheque book.

Veruca looked up at Willy with a bright, fake smile as if she could actually get one of Wonka's squirrels.

"Oh, they're not for sale. She can't have one" Willy exclaimed, smiling a little.

I flinched when the spoilt brat turned from delightful, sickly sweet to the devil.
She turned her head towards her father.

"Daddy".

Mr. Salt looked at his little girl wondering what to do.

"I'm sorry, darling", Willy imitated, cheekily, "Mr.Wonka's being unreasonable".

I covered my mouth, as I held in my laughter, he got Mr. Salt down to a T, Charlie nudged me to get me to stop, even though he found it funny himself.
You could practically see steam shooting out the young girl's ears.

"If you won't get me a squirrel, I'll get one myself" Veruca said crossly, as she crawled through the bars.

I watched as she, stupidly, crawled through them and walked over the squirrels, it was only when she said, "I'll have you", is when I knew it was all over for her.
And just like that, the squirrels attacked and pinned her to the floor, whilst she proceeded to struggle herself free.

'She had it coming' I thought, coldly as she fell into the garbage shoot.

The Oompa Lumpas began singing and I just looked at Willy with a look of disbelief mixed with fed up as he began dancing a little to the song, this man smiled at me and it took me back to when we were younger, the time we found out what we felt about each other.
Love. It was sweet.
Probably too sweet on my end since it seemed easy for him to leave, despite him saying this was for my praise.
He loves me so much, that he left me?
Abandoned.
Heartbroken.
The broken sweet tooth of my heart.
Yet I love him so much still, all these conflicting feelings, the pain is unbearable.
I looked away, whilst blushing when I realise I had been staring, as I hugged Charlie from behind, trying not to cry, as Mr. Salt was pushed into the shoot.
It was silent for a moment and I just keep my gaze away from the heartbreaker.

Willy coughed, which made me flinch a little, "Alright, on with the tour" Willy said, with an awkward smile.

I promised myself I wouldn't fall in love again why does he have to play with my heart strings after all this time.

I sighed and looked down at Charlie, "make sure to stay close, Charlie. I feel like this factory hates children".

"You tell me that now, Aunt Lily?" Charlie replied, sarcastic, but cheekily.

"You little devil" I smiled, and tickled him a bit as my nephew giggled with a big grin on his face.

So innocent and so sweet.
He's the only sweet thing I need.

We began walking to the next part of the factory, "I hope we'll survive whatever madness is ahead of us...".