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Charlie and The Chocolate Factory: The Loneliest Abyss
Chapter 16: Visits, Airports, and Endings
It's been a week since the events of the tour, and its ending, and things have gotten a lot better for the Bucket Family. Mr. Bucket got a new job and they were able to fix the hole in the roof. But, along with Willy's choice for Charlie, and the fact that Isabella was leaving, didn't give it full power (in happiness).
Even things for Willy weren't as great as it could be...
-The Chocolate Factory-
Willy was sitting in a chair along with the Oompa Loompa next to him. He was in therapy. He was talking about the events of last week and of the present.
"I can't put my finger on it." He began, "Candy's always been the only thing I was ever certain of and now I'm just not certain at all." He looked down, "I don't know what flavors to make nor what ideas to try. I'm second-guessing myself, which is nuts. I've always made whatever candy I felt like, and I..." He looked his Oompa therapist in realization, "...that's it, isn't it? I make the candy I feel like, but now that I feel terrible, so the candy's terrible." He thought of Charlie and Isabella. The fact that Charlie wouldn't become his heir hurt enough but adding that to the fact that he...maybe...missed Isabella equals a very unhappy person.
"I know just what to do." He thought getting up and walking out of the room. He had to find Charlie and Isabella.
I was outside, doing one of my side jobs, which was cleaning people's shoes. It wasn't a good job, but I wanted to help my family with the money they needed.
"Pity about that chocolate fellow, Wendall, er...Walter." My customer suddenly said. They were talking about how, as of recent, Mr. Wonka's candy was terrible, sometimes downright nasty. I told Isabella about it and she just chuckled and smiled. I don't understand her as of recent. It's like she's waiting for something to happen, but I haven't a clue what. Anyways...
"His name is Willy Wonka." I told the man.
"Yeah, him. Says here in this paper his candy isn't selling too well. But, I suppose he's a rotten egg who deserves it." The man said. I raised an eyebrow. How would he know that?
"Yep." I said anyways.
"Oh really? Have you met him?" The man questioned. I nodded, even though he couldn't see me.
"Yeah, I thought he was great at first, but then he didn't turn out so nice..." I commented, "...and he has a funny haircut." The man put down the newspaper.
"I do not!" It was Mr. Wonka. I blinked, slightly irritated.
"Why are you here?" I questioned. He crossed his arms, "I don't feel so hot...what makes you feel better when you're feeling terrible?" I blinked.
"My family." I answered. He grimaced, "Ew..." He muttered. I narrowed my eyes slightly.
"What do you have against my family?" I questioned. He looked at me.
"It's not just your family. It's the whole idea of.." He paused, "you know, they're always telling you what to do, what not to do, and it's not conducive to a creative atmosphere." I stood up.
"Usually they're just trying to protect you because they love you. If you don't believe me, you should ask." I told him. He suddenly looked miffed.
"Ask who? My father? No way. At least...not by myself." He said. I smiled slightly.
"I could go with you." I said, "Do you want me to?" He grinned and stood up as well.
"Hey! That's a good idea. Yeah! And you know what?" He started walking over to the elevator, "I've got tran-" He bumped into it, falling on the ground. I had to keep myself from laughing.
"I've got to watch where I park this thing..." Mr. Wonka muttered getting up. I followed him inside the elevator. Suddenly I had an idea.
"Hey? Mr. Wonka?" I questioned. He looked at me with an eyebrow raised, "Yeah?" He questioned back. I smirked on the inside.
"How about we bring Isabella along?" I questioned. He stood there for a moment, as if in thought, before a small smile came over his face.
"Alright..." He said, "Where does she live?" I pointed in the direction and we were off.
I was packing some stuff, that I brought over from England with me, when I heard a noise outside. I thought it was just the storage men, so I continued. After I finished with a box, I headed outside, where I almost bumped into someone...
"Oops!" I said balancing myself. The person had a hold on my arms so it was a little easier. "I'm so so..." I looked up seeing Willy standing there. I tilted my head, confused.
"Why are you here?" I questioned. Charlie then came up from behind him with a smile.
"He came back and...somewhat...apologized." He said, "He's also going to go visit his father." I froze for a moment and looked at Willy.
"Really?" I questioned. He nodded. I smiled, "That's rather brave of you Willy. You should go for it." I then walked over to one of the men in the yard and handed him the box I was carrying. He took it to the storage truck. I then walked back to my house. When I came back out I noticed Charlie and Willy were still standing outside.
"Is there something else that you needed?" I questioned. Willy smiled, somewhat nervously, but didn't answer. Charlie shook his head.
"He wants us to go with him." He explained, "You know? For support reasons." I blinked and looked around at the boxes still unfilled.
"Uh..." I started.
"You can go Miss Baker." I heard one of the storage men say. I blinked, "Are you sure you don't need my help?" He shook his head.
"Na, you go on, this seems important." He said, "And we got this, after all, we have to lock up the place after we're done." I nodded before smiling at Willy and Charlie.
"Alright, looks like I'm going with you." I said. They smiled before we all piled into the elevator. Once we were off, Willy asked me a few questions. One of which I was somewhat hesitant on answering.
"So, where are all those men moving your stuff to?" He asked first. I blinked, "To the local storage facility. So nothing will happen to it...when..uh..I'm gone."
"Where are you going?" He questioned next.
"Back home." I answered. You can tell I'm prolonging what I have to say, correct? Alright.
"But this is your home, isn't it?" He questioned. Even without looking I could tell he was confused now.
"Nope." I answered.
"So, where is your home?" He then questioned. There's the question.
"Lincoln..." I answered, "Lincoln, England." He didn't ask anymore questions after that.
After hearing where Isabella lived I couldn't help but frown. Not in anger but disappointment and in...despair...
I knew that she had an English accent, I've heard one before from some of my workers. But, I just figured that she moved here and was staying.
"I guess I was wrong." I thought before landing the elevator. I could see a familiar house near. I knew we were here.
After Isabella told Mr. Wonka that she lived in England and (even though she didn't directly say it) was going back, I watched their expressions. Isabella had a look crossed between anger and pensive and Mr. Wonka looked pensive/exhausted. Even if I wanted them to be together, I knew there was really no chance now.
"Well, there's always next time." I thought. But would there be a next time?
Altogether, they were all sad to a point, but they all perked themselves up, just a bit, to prepare for what was about to come.
"I think we've got the wrong house." Willy said. Isabella looked at him and then at the plaque on the wall. It had his father's name and employment service on it.
"No we're not." She said, "Come on, we didn't come here just to leave." She then ushered him up the stairs, much to his chagrin. Once they came to the door, Charlie knocked on it. No one didn't answer.
"Looks like no one is here, let's go." Willy said. Isabella blocked the stairway and crossed her arms. She gave him a look that said "You better not leave." After that they heard a door opening.
"Do you have an appointment?" The man at the door questioned. Isabella looked between Willy and the man. You could see the resemblance.
"No, but he's long overdue." Charlie answered looking at Willy. After that they entered the house/dentist facility.
Willy was sitting in the dentist chair about to get his teeth checked. He looked nervous. Isabella gave him a small smile, of reassurance, once he looked at her. Then she took to looking around the room. You could see various photos of Willy on the walls, from his childhood, to the current day.
"He must really missed him." Isabella thought. It was sad thought, to be away from a loved one for so long...especially if they're your child. Coming out of her thoughts, she turned back to Willy as his father was talking.
"Heavens..." He said, "I haven't seen bicuspids like this since...since..." He then looked at Willy, hopefully, "Willy?"
Willy sat up in his chair, "Hi, dad." He slowly said.
"After all these years and you still haven't flossed." His dad said. Willy shook his head.
"Not once." Willy said. They then just sat/stood there for a moment, rubbing their gloved nervously. Isabella and Charlie rolled their eyes.
"I can see where he gets that habit from now." They both thought. They then watched, with similar smiles, as the two men hugged. It was awkward, yes, but it'd get better with time.
"So?" Willy's dad questioned moving from his son, "Who are these two?" He motioned towards Isabella and Charlie. Isabella stood up.
"My name is Isabella, Isabella Baker." She said, "It's nice to meet you Mr. Wonka." He shook his head.
"Your old enough, you can call me Wilbur." He said. Isabella smiled and nodded before motioning towards Charlie, "This is my cousin Charlie."
"It's nice to meet you Mr. Wonka." He said shaking the man's hand.
"Such manners." Wilbur said with a smile, "You don't find that in too many children." Isabella shook her head.
"Nope." She said, "Charlie's one of a kind." She then ruffled his hair making him smile, embarrassed.
"Izzy..." He whined. She chuckled. Wilbur smiled before motioning towards the kitchen. He looked back at Willy, "Can I have a word with you for a second Willy?" He questioned. Willy blinked, thinking he was in trouble, before Isabella told him to go on and that they'd wait here. He nodded before going with his father into the kitchen. Once there, he was asked some questions...
"So, what are they doing here with you?" His father questioned. Willy looked at him, "Well, I had a contest to see who would inherit my factory, once I was gone I mean, and Charlie ended up winning..." He then frowned, "but he wanted his family to come along, so I denied it."
"Why on earth would you do that?" Wilbur questioned. Willy looked at him, hurtfully, "It's not like I had any good experiences with family...or trust for that matter..." He said. Wilbur placed a hand on his shoulder, "I can't apologize for what happened, you know that, but I can try to make it up. And I will...I promise you that Willy." He said. Willy nodded, believing his father. He then continued the story.
After Willy finished the story, he looked at his father to see a curious expression on his face. He tilted his head, confused.
"What?" He questioned. His father smiled, "Willy, is there something you want to tell me about the young lady in there?" He questioned. Willy shook his head, somewhat confused.
"Tell you what?" He questioned curiously. His father laughed, for the first time in years.
"You know when you started talking about her, you got the same look I would get whenever I talked about your mother." He said. Willy stood there, wide eyed.
"What?" He questioned, disbelief underlying his question. His father nodded, "Yes, it's the same look I got before, and after, I realized that I liked your mother." He said, "Tell me. Do you feel odd around her?" Willy thought about all the emotions he felt during the tour. He nodded.
"Yeah..." He said. His father smiled, "Does your heart beat faster when your around her, or when you find yourself thinking of her?" Willy nodded before frowning, "So...are you saying that I might l..l...love her?" His father shook his head.
"No, but you might be attracted to her." He said, "I would say it's love...yet..." He then stood there and watched as a grin attached itself to his son's face, realization dawning upon him, before he frowned.
"Is there something wrong?" He questioned. Willy looked at him, "She told me that she was going back home." He said sadly.
"Let me guess, England?" Wilbur questioned. Willy nodded looking down, solemnly, "I can't say anything with her leaving now." He muttered before looking up, "What am I supposed to do?" Wilbur looked at his son with a sad smile. He placed a hand on his shoulders.
"Even though I don't quite believe in it," He started, "if fate wants you two together then it'll bring her back to you. It may not be now or tomorrow, but she'll come back if she's meant for you." Those were the exact words his dying father told him when Willy's mom left him the first time.
"What if..." Willy paused, "what if she's not? What am I supposed to do then?" Wilbur sighed.
"I can't tell you what to do if she's not, but from the way I hear you two interact then it's a good chance she is." He said. Willy looked at him and smiled, "Thanks...dad..." Wilbur nodded.
"Well, you should take them on home." He said beginning to walk back into the living area, "I wouldn't think too much about it Willy. It'll probably all turn out alright." They then walked into the living room area.
Once I heard footsteps, I turned towards Willy and his father, who just re-entered. I smiled, along with Charlie, and we both stood up. I looked at Willy, "Are we all done here?" I questioned, "I have a long trip to take back."
"Yeah, we can leave now." Willy said not looking at me. I blinked, confused. What's wrong with him? I looked at his father who just shook his then began to leave the house.
"Be sure to visit sometime." He called out watching us leave. I gave him a smile before closing the door. I then turned and walked with Willy and Charlie to the elevator. Once inside, I looked at the both of them.
"If you want," I started, "You can see me off at the airport, I don't mind." Charlie was about to say something when Willy interrupted.
"We'll be there." He said quietly. I looked at him with a confused/worried expression. Hm...
"Well alright." I responded before turning to the front. It was quiet the rest of the way to my house. When we got there the storage men were gone and the doors were locked. I turned to Willy and Charlie.
"Well, my flight is supposed to leave at 12:00 (a.m), so if you come in the hour of 11 or late 10 then I should be there, or just arriving." I told them. Charlie smiled and nodded, "I'll tell mom and dad." He said. I nodded and looked at Willy who turned away. I didn't say anything towards that.
"Well, I'll see you there." I said before walking over to my car. As I headed towards the airport they headed towards Charlie's house.
I was standing near the entrance, waiting to see if Charlie and the others would come. It was currently 11:32 p.m. I had to board the plane by 11:50 or get left behind. I looked outside once more and didn't see anyone.
"Hm..." I thought, "I guess they aren't coming." I began to walk towards the gates. As I placed my bag, to be scanned, I heard my name.
"Isabella!" It was Charlie. I turned and smiled at him. I guess they did come. His mom and dad were with him.
"How did you guys get here?" I questioned. I didn't see Willy so...
"On the elevator." Uncle Bucket said, "I don't see how you guys could stand that thing. I felt sick the first few minutes." I chuckled.
"I don't know about Charlie but I had a lot of experience on roller-coasters and such." I said, "I got used to the quick jerks and everything." He nodded, understanding. I then looked behind them to see Willy walking up. He noticed me looking at him and looked down. I don't know what I did, or whatever his problem was, but I was about to find out what it was...
So, walking over to him, I asked "Did I do something to you?" He shook his head.
"So, why are you acting like it?" I then asked. He blinked and seemed be looking behind me before looking at me.
"I'm sorry." He said. That didn't answer my question at all.
"I'm not..." He muttered the rest. I raised an eyebrow, "What?" I questioned. Now he looked annoyed.
"I'm not good with good-bye's." He said. I stared at him, silently, before laughing. I think they were all confused at that.
"Why are laughing?" Charlie questioned coming up to us. I smiled, "Mostly because I'm relieved." I said, "I thought I did something for a moment." Willy shook his head.
"No," He said, "you didn't." I gave him a smile before turning around. I looked at the time, it was 11:40 now. I had 10 minutes to get on the plane.
"I probably should've took the boat again." I thought. Well, too late now...
Anyways, I looked at all of them for a moment. I was going to miss them all. They were a great family and not one you find too often.
"Well, I have to go now...or I'll miss my plane." I said, "And I don't think the storage people would like to move my stuff back. And some people are kind of expecting me to arrive later so..." I held out my arms to Charlie and hugged him. Then I did the same to Aunt Bucket and Uncle Bucket. I then turned to Willy and, to his surprised, hugged him.
"You made this trip a whole lot more fun than I expected." I told him letting go, "Not that I didn't expect it to be fun." I looked at Charlie on this. I then walked towards the gates, where I didn't look back. If I did, I don't think I would leave...
"Perhaps one day." I thought with a smile, "You can come back...no...one day you will come back." Perhaps it'll be permanent, who knows? Though one thing is for sure, I won't be forgetting my time here anytime soon.
WitheringNight: I would've uploaded this sooner, like two hours ago, but I had to go to my "Meet the Teachers Night" at school. Who's ready to go back to school? I know I have mixed feelings on it :)
Anyways, thanks for reading The Loneliest Abyss, I hope you enjoyed it. Fairfarren!