Ok, so this just kinda came to me. I am not sure how or why. Don't question the writer I guess? anyway I am hoping to make this a bunch of little oneshots put together, or maybe make it into some kind of story. I don't know, that parts still in the works. Any way enjoy!!
She walks through the door to her room. Curtains are drawn and it's dark. She slowly lays herself down on her soft red and black bed sheets. To tired from the long day of listening to him complain to her about everything she does, she doesn't even bother changing into a night gown. Instead she lays down in her bed and slowly falls asleep to the sound of him pacing above her head.
Not long after this she's woken up again after she hears something break upstairs. She groans inwardly, sensing that it's to early for this. Glancing at the clock her assumption proves to be correct when she notices it's only 3 in the morning. She slowly stands up and straightens her dress so she at leas looks half-way decent. Once she's finished and hopes her appearance is to his liking so she won't be scolded for that as well, she makes her way out of the bedroom.
The young boy lies on the Settee asleep with a bottle in his hand. She sighs and pulls it from his hand recounting the numerous times she's told him not to drink to much of it. Capping the bottle and laying it on a counter in her shop she walks out into the cold night air and up the old wooden steps to his 'home'.
The last stair creeks under her as she steps up to the landing in front of his door. Trying to be as quiet as she can, less she wake the man and he yells at her again. She pushes the door open praying that the bell above it will have mercy on her and not ring to loud. Upon hearing no bell at all she moves the door the rest of the way open and enters the room. The item in question is found to be laying at the bottom of the broken mirror which somehow looks more broken now and she's sure that there are a few new pieces of glass laying on the floor around it. Just something else she'll have to clean up later she's sure. The man is sitting in his chair, her chair, she thinks to herself, but he'll never admit that.
He speaks slowly his deep voice making her body shake.
"What are you doing here?"
She cautiously answers him back.
"I 'eard something break and I wanted to come make sure you was ok."
His emotion changes to something she can't quite make out.
"I can assure you I am fine." He says back, an unknown signal for her to leave.
"What 'appened to the bell?" she asks pointing to the object on the floor. He remains unmoving in the chair.
"It was no longer needed, it simply got my hopes up every time it rang thinking that the judge would be walking through the door when it wasn't him. The bell is no longer needed." He stresses the last part and she can tell he's getting aggravated.
"Well, I guess I'll be going then." She states turning to go to the door. "Are ya sure ya don't maybe want somethin to drink love?" She asks, hopes held high.
"No, and I am sure that if I did I would be perfectly capable of getting it myself." Not even a thank you.
"Well alright then dear." She pulls the door open, without the bell to signal that she's leaving her exit is silent.
She makes her way back down the stairs and into her own house feeling the sudden warmth that wasn't present in the last room. She moves to her bed and lays down but finds sleep is not coming anymore. This in mind she gets up and goes to the kitchen picking up the bottle she took from the boy along the way. She sits herself down in one of the many booths and begins to drink.
She wakes up to find him sitting across from her drinking from the same bottle she had minutes ago.
" 'ow long was I out?" she questions lightly.
"A few minutes." He says setting the bottle back down on the table. She reaches towards it hoping for another sip when he pulls it away from her. She gives him a questioning look.
"You always tell the boy not to drink to much of this and then you go and do it yourself." He states taking another swig from the bottle.
"You're a bloody wonder Mrs. Lovett." He says putting the cork back in the bottle.
Somewhere in her mind she supposes that's good enough.
Cool. So like I said I want to make this into a multi-chapter thing but I am just not sure If I want them to all connect into a story or be a bunch of little stories. Well I guess you'll see. Please Review it keeps me going!!