Nellie Lovett, walked swiftly through the streets, head down looking at no one. She had to get there before they sentenced him, that's if he had a trail at all. The loud cries of people in distress and pain wafted through the streets, she knew she was nearly there. She slided through the small door, nearly bumping into the guards table. It looked so dark in this building; you could smell death it swirled around the dim lit corridors, mixing with the screams of the murderous and the innocents.
She lent over the table to talk to the guard on duty, she surprisingly knew him from years ago, she knew quite a lot of men from back then. She put a few shillings in his hand and he let her through the corridor not without saying a couple of crude remarks before hand but still she was being let in. This black hole of a building could only be described as hell on earth, there was little light and a disgusting smells. Hands' trying to grab at her dress and screams for help but she ignored them. There was only one man she'd come to see.
And there he sat in the corner of his damp, dirty cell. She whispered "Ben", he lifted his head up "Lucy" he said in a voice that sounded nothing like him. Nellie's anger came up from the pit of her stomach and rested in her neck but she controlled it she again used the whispered, sweet voice.
"No Ben its Nellie"
"Oh"
Is that all he could say she come to talk to him yet he didn't care. Without thinking she hit the cold steel bars. They shook violently, the sound echoing through the corridor. Benjamin looked up shocked.
"Nellie what do you want"
The words stabbed at her like one of his treasured razors. She wanted to scream at him, hit and smack what she felt into him but she knew would be no use so she took a deep breath to calm this monster inside her.
"I thought ya'd wanna see me, explain ta me why ya've been arrested; I thought ya cared for me"
Her brain screamed at her telling her what she just said was ludicrous, like he'd care, he had a wife and a child, would he not want them here, but her own selfishness stopped her from telling Lucy to come, instead she did, she had to see him.. But she knew she had to say it, she'd never see him again.
"Nellie that was one night, one drunken night, I wont apologise, ya should of realised it wasn't anyfing". He looked at her his eyes piercing hers. "It meant nothing Mrs Lovett"
She could feel the tears pierce her eyes but she blinked them back. She stood staring at him. Her mind was now in this memory that had been relived so many times.
Benjamin Barker. She'd been thinking about him when he crawled through her pie shop door, angry and drunk, so very drunk. She'd sat him down. She couldn't help but stare into his deep brown eyes, though they were so dark, they were caring eyes, puppy dog eyes. But this time is it wasn't just her staring into his he was staring back. He was enhanced by the hazel colour, he compared them to his wife's blue eyes they were perfect. Like her appearance never a fault. And now this woman with hazel eyes and crazy red hair sat beside him, stroking his face trying to calm him. She wasn't perfect, but she was, her imperfections made her seem irresistible. He couldn't help himself. He kissed her and to his surprise she kissed back with much enthusiasm. "Your husband" he'd managed to mutter between kisses. "Out" she'd whispered looking at him, those hazel eyes crawling his body along with her hands. Then of course one thing had led to another.
Mrs Lovett's mind had been screaming with happiness at last he felt the same way as she did. But in the morning he's disappeared even before she had woken. She had wanted him to be there watching her sleep but she brought thoughts forward given him reasons why he must of left. She knew he felt the same, he had to else he wouldn't have… No she couldn't think he didn't like her it would kill her so she cherished the thoughts and the moment.
She got up and made breakfast, she could hear the argument going on upstairs; she remembered she'd never asked why he was so angry, and this annoyed her, why were he and Lucy always arguing though she enjoyed it she would have loved to have known why.
Arthur Lovett then strolled heavily into the pie shop, shouting at her in his deep voice. He broke up her thoughts. She looked at him, anger in his eyes. The smell of alcohol unlike Ben last night, Arthur stanch she didn't want to go near him. He was drunk… again. She felt the hand against her face before she saw it. Again and again it hit her; she tried to block it out the memory of Benjamin barker swimming through her mind. But for once it was real and it worked.
She spat it out before she even realised what she'd said,
"Like Lucy and the Judge meant nothing"
This sentence again rang through the corridors but this time it seemed like the screaming had stopped, the banging on the bars had stopped it was the quietist place in London at that very minute.
A flash of anger went through Barkers eyes. Mrs Lovett put her hand to her mouth. She was surprised at how calmly he'd responded.
"Don't talk about things you know nothing about"
Though she knew everything about it, it had been the talk of the town the day after her and Benjamin's little thing. Lucy and the judge. It had turned out that Lucy had fuelled the judge's lust and this was the reason her Ben was in prison now and the reason for alls those arguments, Lucy said she'd done it for money and Ben had called her a whore, she'd said it wasn't like that, that's Ben had walked out. It had seemed that ban had told the whole pub in his drunkenness and Mrs. Lovett knew a lot of women who liked to gossip.
"You're a fool Benjamin Barker"
And with that she got up of the stool she'd been sat on and left. Tears pouring down her cheeks.