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Chapter 3

Amelia groaned as she felt someone shaking her pretty hard from her deep sleep. She turned to the other side and ignored whoever was interrupting her sleep. The shake came again after a moment along with a forceful push on her arm. Her eyes snapped opened and she turned to look at the person who was waking her up that way. Her eyes came to rest on Sweeney who was glaring at her angrily.

"Sir…?"

"I told you to stop your muttering and whimpering! You are disturbing my customers, girl!" he snapped at her as he let go of her arm with a grimace. He straightened and stared at her annoyed.

"Customers?" she asked with a frown.

"Yes! Now…cover your self, woman!" he spat as he saw the blankets down her body, revealing her legs. She flushed and immediately yanked the covers over herself.

"Sorry…" she muttered as she sat up and rubbed her forehead. Todd rolled his eyes and tapped his foot.

"Are you going to stay there all day, child?" he asked her with raised eyebrows.

"Excuse me but…I have a name." she said and he smirked.

"Do you? Good for you. Answer my question." He said with narrowed eyes.

"I…I'm sorry…I fell asleep." She said and he rolled his eyes.

"I noticed that, Amelia." He said, saying her name just to see how it tasted on his tongue and he found that he actually liked it. She looked up at him and nodded.

"Do…do you have something…for me to wear?" she asked softly.

"Do I look like I would have women's clothing in my house? I'm a man. Of course I don't…" he trailed off.

"Then how…?"

"Hush! Stay here." He said and he turned around to walk out of the room.

"Like I could go anywhere…" she whispered, looking sadly at her lap. If only she remembered where she lived. What happened? Why was she like this? Would someone miss her? She didn't remember anything at all. She sighed and took a look around the room. The place was extremely gloomy and…unkempt. Not dirty but it was like no one had cared for its walls and windows for decades. She frowned and her eyes fell onto the man's desk. Her gaze settled on a pair of pictures; a woman and a child. A smile came to her lips and she sighed.

"Beautiful…" she whispered but jumped when Todd entered, muttering and cursing. He shut the door and threw her a dress. She yelped as it fell on her face and he shook his head.

"Put it on. See if it fits you." He said as he sat on his chair with a grunt.

She looked at the dress and bit her lip. The dress was fine but it seemed…rather small for her upper body. But how to tell him that?

"Hurry up! I have a job for you." He said waving his hand at her. She cleared her throat and stood up. She walked to the bathroom and missed the pair of eyes scanning her long legs on her way inside to the other room. She closed the door and placed the dress on a chair there. She removed the shirt and started putting the dress on. She managed to put it on but realized that it was too revealing. She started at her cleavage and groaned.

"I'm miserable! I don't know who I am, I have nothing and now…now I'm looking like a bloody wench!" she said with a pathetic whine. She wiped her eyes and exited the room. Sweeney's eyes looked at her and he stood up.

"I see it fits. Good. Now…about you earning your stay in my house…" he trailed off, finally removing his eyes from her.

"What can you do?" he mumbled as he took out a razor and started sharpening it slowly, looking at her sideways.

"Do? I don't know…" she muttered, playing with her hands.

"Can you clean?"

"I think so…"

"Can you mend?"

"I suppose…"

"You suppose or can you?" he drawled and she swallowed.

"I think I can…Mr. Todd."

"Hmm…can you wash clothes?"

"Yes."

"Hmm…cook?"

"No…I …don't think I can, sir."

"Well…we'll see about that…and finally…can you read?" he asked, looking at her dead in the eyes.

"Read?"

"Yes, read!" he snapped and she flinched.

"Yes…but…what has that anything to do?" she asked confused.

"I want you to mend me a couple of shirts. They are in that chest there. The top two." He said, pointing at the large chest, not answering her question. She hesitated and he glared at her.

"It doesn't bite, I assure you." He said and she gave him a nervous smile that made him stare at her as she walked towards the chest. He scowled and looked away, returning his attention back to his precious razor. She opened it and took the ones he instructed.

She turned to ask where to find a thread and needle but he spoke.

"To the bathroom. In the cabinet." He said, not looking up.

Amelia walked in and took everything she needed before walking back to the room.

"Sit on the chair." He said and she nodded. In a few minutes she was finished with the first and started fixing the second one.

"What do you do, Mr. Todd?" she asked, looking up from the shirt.

"Are you blind?" he asked her and she frowned, offended.

"No…"

"Can't you see what I'm holding?"

"Yes…"

"Ahh…and what is it?" he asked, like speaking to a five year old.

"A…a razor…I think."

"Well done! Who uses razors?"

"Men…and…barbers do."

"Then what am I?" he asked annoyed.

"A man…no… a barber I mean! Sorry." She said quickly as he glared at her.

Silence fell over them again until she spoke again.

"You do it for a long time?" she asked.

"Being a man or a barber?" he asked sarcastically, not really liking the chat they had developed all of the sudden.

"A barber…" she said flushing again.

"Almost my entire life." He muttered as he raised his razor high to check if it was clean enough.

"Oh…at least you know what you are…" she whispered as she finished with the shirt and sighed.

"What?"

"Nothing…I'm finished." She said as she made to hand them to him.

"Put them where you found them. I don't like people messing with my things. Whatever you take, you put it back where you found it. Got it?"

"Yes…I don't like messing too anyway…" she said and he walked over to his window.

"Aren't you going to ask about money?" he asked curiously, looking at her from the window glass.

"I don't want money…"

"What?" he asked stunned.

"I mean…you're kind enough to let me stay here…so…"

"Well I wouldn't pay you anyway, so stop the fluttering." He said dryly and she shut her mouth at his tone.

"But…I can let you sleep here and eat as long as you help me with the household." He said and she nodded.

"I wouldn't ask for more, sir." She said softly and he narrowed his eyes in surprise, his eyes staring at her intently from the glass, boring onto her reflection like flames of blazing fire.

He removed his eyes from her and looked out of his window for a moment before turning back to her, razor in its holster now.

"I'm sorry…but where did you find this dress?" she asked.

"Downstairs."

"Oh…maybe…maybe there's one down there less…revealing, sir?" she asked and he smirked.

"Maybe…"

"Can I go see?"

"No. I'll go later. Come with me now." He said as he put on his jacket.

"Where?"

"Market. You're going to cook lunch." He said and her stomach growled at the mention of food, causing him to give a low chuckle. He opened the door and waited for her to exit in order to lock. She stood hesitantly near the door and he groaned.

"Come on! I don't have all day, woman!" he snapped and she nodded. They walked down the stairs, him ahead of her. They passed by people and houses and started walking towards St. Dustan's market. Soon they were there and she had to almost run to keep up with his quick footsteps.

"Why are we running, sir?" she asked breathless.

"We're not running. You're just too slow." He said and she frowned.

"But…"

"There. Come on." He said, cutting her off.

They bought what they needed for lunch and as they were walking he stopped to look at her, a scowl on his face.

"Bloody hell…" he muttered and she looked at her self.

"What?" she asked hurt.

"They'll think I'm running a brothel with you dressed like this…" he muttered as he almost subconsciously took hold of her wrist and dragged her to a shop near by.

"Get in there. Take this…and buy something respectable. Understand?" he said as he gave her some coins. She smiled and nodded.

"Thank you…"

"Yes, yes! Hurry up." He said gruffly as he stood there waiting. She entered the shop and he gritted his teeth as he waited for her.

Why the hell am I doing this? He thought as he started pacing up and down outside the small shop.

Amelia paid the lady and took the older dress before walking out of the shop.

Todd stopped pacing and looked at her. His angry scowl softened as he saw her in the dress but he quickly shook his head.

"What took you so long? I didn't send you to buy a bloody house."

"Sorry. I had trouble finding the right size." She muttered as she came to stand by him. She looked at her new light blue dress and then to his hard eyes.

"Thank you."

"Hmm…let's go." He muttered, turning away from her. She followed him back to the shop, utterly confused.

He sure is strange… She thought as she looked at his back with curiosity.

End of chapter 3

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