What happens when Nellie Lovett delivers a still-born daughter for her husband. Will he be comforting and gentle? Of course not! Or there'd be no story! (Based on the Tim Burton movie. Benjamin Barker years)
I know, I know! "Why start a new story when you can barely update the one you were doing already?!" but I am OBSESSED with Sweeney Todd and I can feel that this story is going to be so much more better written than My Young, Dear Cousin. The chapters should be longer too! (Hopefully) Don't worry, I'll still be updating My Young, Dear Cousin. Perhaps not as often as this, however.
DISCLAIMER: Alas, I do not own the characters in this story. If I did, Mrs Lovett would NOT have been killed at the end of the movie.
May contain smut in later chapters, there will be a warning on the chapters that do contain smut. Will contain domestic abuse, there will also be a warning on those chapters but I suggest you don't read this if it may offend you. You've been warned!
Pairings: Sweenet..? (Barkett? Benett?) and Turpett. (Don't hate me for that. Apart from Turpin sending Barker away to prison for fuck all, just so he can get a shag, he's really a sweetheart.)
Trust Me, Nellie.
Chapter 1.
It sat on the shelf, with thoughtless porcelain brown eyes and wearing the prettiest pink doll dress she could find. Why did she have to be born still?
On the other side of the room, Nellie Lovett rested in the bed. Soon her husband would be home and he would be devastated. The child they both longed for had died during delivery, not uncommon in poor families, and Albert would surely want an explanation.
Unable to fall asleep, Nellie sat up in the bed. Why'd they 'ave t'leave 'er in 'ere? She thought to herself as she looked at the pink dress hanging from the shelf. After delivery the midwife cleaned and dressed the lifeless infant while Mrs Lovett had a cool bath. She then left the corpse on the shelf opposite the bed that the Lovett's shared before she left.
"Wot d'they expect me t'do wiv it?" She whispered. Some hours had passed before Nellie had finally stopped crying, to then sit up and have her tragedy shoved in her face again.
"An o'course the useless fat bastard nev'r built the crib." Nellie cursed as she brought her legs to the side of the bed, preparing to stand and observing the pile of oak wood that was supposed to resemble an infant's crib. Before she could heave herself to her feet she heard heavy footsteps making their way to the bedroom.
Slamming the door open and making Nellie Lovett jump, Albert Lovett entered the room. His face was bright red and his large chest moving rapidly.
The fat lump nev'r ran 'ere, did 'e?
"The baby?" Albert choked after he saw his wife stand. Her stomach was flat now and he could hardly believe that only 12 hours ago he'd been kissing her cheek and telling her to take it easy.
Nellie didn't say anything. She simply looked over to the shelf that used to store her romantic novels but had previously been replaced by teddy bears and rattles.
Albert fixed his gaze over the small form on the shelf. Round faced like him with a cute button nose. Large brown eyes and plump lips like her mother. And the most ridiculous dress he'd ever seen.
Unsure of what to do Nellie made the decision to join Albert in front of the shelf. As she stood with him, looking at the still form of their deceased child, she reached for his hand. Not expecting him to snatch his away.
"Albert. I'm sorry, love"
As she looked up at him with tears evident in her eyes, he looked down at her in disgust. She reached for his hand again but this time he didn't just snatch his away. He grabbed her by the wrist and growled, raised his other hand and smacked it hard against her cheek.
POOR NELLIE!
I'm sorry if it ends abruptly. I want to leave it hanging for now so that I can get working on the next chapter. I'll try to write two chapters at a time before uploading one here.
Just so you know. I handwrite my stories before I type them up. It's easier for me. Plus I don't own a working computer and the only time I have access to one is at college (three times a week). So I try to update when I can and when I have writers block it's difficult. I proofread my own content so if there are any mistakes, I'M SORRY! I'll TRY to get the next chapter up as soon as I can. I'll start writing it tonight, even. And if I don't type it up tomorrow I'll see if I can upload it from my phone over the weekend.
Anyway, please leave a review. (I Lovett) Your advice and opinions are always helpful. I wouldn't have wrote this so soon if I didn't have some sort of help. So thank you to hbc_mad and depphead_bushell on instagram for the advice, opinions and help that they provided last night. Eeep! I'm so excited for chapter 2.