(A/N: I just had to update again!
Oh, by the way, I don't own Sweeney Todd
WarningThere are adult themes in this chapter. Including Near rape.
So beware.
And yes, Lucy (Barker-Shaw) does work at the pie-shop.
It will be explained later.)
14 year old Nellie Lovett stood at the counter of "TURPIN'S PIES." I'm the one makin' all the bloody pies. She thought, bitterly. And I'm never going to be a Turpin. EVER.
"Why hello!" An old woman smiled. "I'd like a pie, please."
Nellie smiled, and turned
around, grabbing a pie and setting it on a scrap of newspaper. "There you go, ma'm."
The woman continued grinning a
toothless grin.
"It must be nice being a Turpin. With Mr.
Edmund becoming a judge, and all."
Nellie's facial expression looked like she had just drank rotton milk, and was trying to hide her reaction.
"I-I'm not a Turpin." She stuttered, trying to keep a neutrual face.
"Your not? Pity." The woman said, her smile gone. She shuffled out of the shop. Nellie glared.
"I hate this work." She mumbled. She felt a hand on her shoulder. She whipped around. Lucy Shaw.
"It's alright. Nel." She giggled, her curly blonde hair showing traces of grime from not washing it in days. "It's my turn."
"Are you sure, Lucy?" Nellie asked. "After all, I can do my washing later."
"It's alright, Nel." Lucy said, smiling. She stood on her tip-toes and whispered in Nellie's ear. "And I wanted to get away from that awful Edmund. He's always visiting."
"He misses his mum." Nellie whispered back, and they both broke out in a fit of giggles.
"Thank you, Lucy." Nellie said, bowing her head slightly. Lucy smiled at Nellie, and asked the person who had just walked in what they would like.
Nellie began walking to the washroom, a small metal tub in the corner, and several buckets of water next to it. She poured four in. That meant four weeks with no baths. At that moment, she didn't care. She undid some of the buttons down her dress, and tugged it off. She was wearing a thin slip underneath, that may have been white some time ago, but was now a dingy gray. She heard a small trickle of laughter from the outside of the door. She heard a lock click, and in walked Edmund. Nellie's eyes widened, as she covered herself up. "Please, leave."
Edmund grinned slyly, running his hand over the wall.
"Switch that around. I'll leave when I please." He sneered. Nellie's eyes were wide. "Please go away."
Edmund set one hand on Nellie's shoulder, and he set his fingertip against her lips and swiftly moved it down to her collar-bone. Nellie's eyes were nearly popping out of her head. "What are you doing...?" she whispered. He slowly moved his fingertip under the strap of her slip. Nellie wriggled away. "Stop it!" she cried. "I'll report you! You'll be in jail for the rest of your life!" Edmund grabbed her wrists.
"You will listen to me, now. I'm going to be a judge. You can't report me to the authorities, wench. They won't believe you. I'll say that your insane. I'll tell them what a whore you are. How you stole from me."
Even at that desperate moment, Nellie tried to defend herself. "I've never stolen from you."
"It's true, you've never stolen from me." Edmund smirked, pushing her against the wall. She closed her eyes tightly, salty tears leaking out, and rolling down her cheeks. It's just a dream. A bad dream. A nightmare.
"But I'm going to steal something from you." He began, as a demented grin began crawling across his face.
"Edmund! Come here! I have something to show you!" His mother called, from far away.
He cursed, and looked at
Nellie. "Remember what I said."
As he left the room,
Nellie stood there, shocked. She kept the water in the bath, but not
a drop of it touched her body.
At least something didn't.
