Normally I wouldn't break these chapters up so much and I would make them longer but sometimes I write something and I'm just like "I have to end it here, I just have to," So here is the next chapter. Please review!
Her lips were softer than he had ever imagined. They tasted sweet and moved against his with obvious love and affection. He snaked his hand around her neck and brought her closer, tangling his fingers in her dark auburn curls. He had always loved her hair, just as he had loved Lucy's gorgeous yellow hair. The way it became golden in the sun… Snapping back to reality he pulled back.
"I… I'm sorry," Sweeney stuttered.
"Sorry?" Mrs. Lovett looked confused.
"I can't believe I did that," He practically fell backwards pushing himself away from her. Pain filled her features . What had he done? What about Lucy? But the kiss was so… Perfect. He wanted more, needed more, but part of him couldn't move himself any closer. He felt as though he had betrayed his wife, but she was dead. Lucy would want him to be happy, wouldn't she? The war in his thoughts was raging giving him a rather terrible headache. "I'm sorry, it's not that… I should go,"
"Wait!" She called after him, but it was too late. He had scrambled to his feet and practically ran away.
By the time Sweeney made it back, the shop had already closed. Even though there was no doubt that Toby was tired, he was still busy cleaning. By this time the shop looked much different. The usually dusty and dirty counters, tables, and floors were spotless. For a moment, Sweeney actually felt proud of the boy.
"Good job Toby," he mumbled. Toby looked shocked by the sudden compliment but pleased as well.
"Thank you sir! Where's Mrs. Lovett?" He peered behind Mr. Todd, expecting to see her standing behind him.
"She'll be back soon. Here," Sweeney threw a small purse towards Toby who caught it with alert reflexes.
"What do I do with it?" He wondered.
"Go to the market, buy some flowers,"
"What for?"
"Thought I would put some around the shop, relieve some of the gloom around here,"
"What type?"
"Any," Sweeney shrugged, then after a quick thought he said, "Gillyflowers and daisies,"
"Right sir, be back soon," with the same energy that the boy always mysteriously seemed to have, he raced out the door.
She moved slowly on her way home, her chest feeling as though it had ripped open. He had kissed her, why did he kiss her? He had no right to play with her emotions! What made him think he could kiss her and run off? She wouldn't tolerate it anymore, couldn't. When she got back she would set him straight. She would give him a piece of her mind and then she would leave, just leave. Poor Toby would be quite upset but if he wanted to come along she would gladly have him.
"Alms! Alms! For a desperate woman!" A familiar and dreadful voice filled her ears. It was Lucy, begging on the streets as usual. Mrs. Lovett had the urge to run and strangle her, but thought against it. It wasn't really Lucy's fault that Mr. Todd had become so distraught and hateful. If it was anyone's fault, it was her own. She was the one who never told him that his dear Lucy was still alive. She felt a pang of jealousy in her heart but also a sickness in her stomach. What had she done? Wishing the poor creature dead! Sweet Lucy had been through so much in her life.
"Ah, Lucy, you poor thing. Such a rough life you've endured. I've done nothing but hate you and you've done nothing wrong. What a terrible person I am!" Mrs. Lovett suddenly felt worse than she ever had before. She had to right her wrong.
"Mum, would you like a pie? I'll cook you one fresh if you come with me," Mrs. Lovett offered with an unexpected sweetness. Lucy looked up at her with an expression of terror.
"Witch! Witch! You are the Devil's wife, leave me be!" Lucy cowered away.
"I am not a witch! Just trying to be nice I was! Come on, I promise you will be very happy if you come with me," she took Lucy's arm gently and lead her home. Lucy looked more confused than in horror at that point. "Going to bring you to Sweeney I am. Guess you don't know him by Sweeney do you? Benjamin, that was his name. I'm going to bring you to Benjamin. You deserve him, he is a great man. Bet he'll take good care of you, Wish I was you sometimes, no point in wishing that I suppose. I hope you make him happy again, Lucy. He is so sad now a day. It's really a pity," Mrs. Lovett rambled. Lucy only half listened. By the time they reached home the sun was starting to set on the horizon, casting everything in an evening gloom. "Been out a while now haven't I," she mused to herself.
As they entered the shop the first thing Mrs. Lovett noticed was how clean everything appeared. Immediately she thought of Toby and made a note to herself to reward him later. The second thing she noticed was the sprinkling of flowers sitting in small vases here and there. They were her favorite too, gillyflowers and daisies. Though there were few, their pretty colours lit up the room. Finally, she noticed Mr. Todd sitting silently in one of her booths. When he saw her he opened his mouth to say something but then clamped it shut as his eyes rested on Lucy.
"Who is she?" He nodded slowly. No doubt he did not recognize her. Mrs. Lovett gulped a bit before replying.
"Sweeney, this is your wife, this is Lucy,"
Ha ha! I decided to add Lucy into the story. What will happen next? Well considering how fast I post these chapters you won't have to wait long! Please review! Thanks to those who have already, it's much appreciated!
