EVERYTHING is Mr. Dickens…except the plot and and character I create…
Night passed slowly for Nancy, as she lay on her side facing opposite the homewrecker and thinking with vigil of their fight. After they had left the tavern he hadn't so much as really looked at her, and the door to their home was locked without a single look to the woman beside him. Bill had taken off his duster and thrown it upon the trunk near their bed on his side, turned down the covers, got in, and turned out the light. Nancy was left alone, ignored without a single glance her way. She made up her mind that she was going to make things better, and she knew how.
She remembered back to the old times, when Bill actually cared-or at least he seemed to then. Nancy shook her head silently and secretly scolded herself for thinking that Bill would ever not care for her. Of course he cares the girl thought why else would he be with me right now? And he knows I care too, and must care for me. With that, nancy turned down her side of the bed and lay there, thinking about the events that tomorrow would bring. She lay hoping that she and Bill would reconcile soon, and thinking with dread of seeing tattered old Fagin once again, gloating with every chance to see her miserable, knowing that he was the reason she was once somewhat sated with life. He had been her second father-sort of.
Nancy shuddered at the thought How could he ever be a father figure-imagine, Fagin, a magistrate! But nevertheless, he did help her in tough times, and she owed the courteousey of a civil manner, esspecially with her-what should I call him anyway the redhead thought as she veered of topic. Bill isn't my husband, nor my boyfriend-I can't nessacaraly call him my bed partner either. I have no idea what I could call him, and at this point what does it matter? He doesn't love you. With that Nancy froze still. Oh, there you go again always doubting! Stop it. He must love you, and stop questioning it all the time. Just because he doesn't always act like it doesn't mean he doesn't care. Finally, the darkness consumed her body and her thoughts were silent.
The next morning Nancy awoke to a snoring Bill sprawled out beside her, and she knew it was time to visit Fagin. Bill never told her how much, she only knew that he ordered her that no matter how much Fagin handed to her, it would always be two coppers short of a guinea which he most certaintly deserved for his trouble. So, Nancy got up and set about making herself decent for the travel to Fagin's quaint dwelling. What's the point I ask, and I reply to myself, for the streets. Even the streets in Benthal Green aren't all that nice that I should have to hide my shoulders with a little down frock Bill nicked off a passing cart. That was back when Bill got things for her, stolen yes, but nevertheless, he was being thoughtful for a villian.
Thinking back to the day that it was, she put a pan on the stove and cooked some vittles for Bill . She smiled a little to herself, seeing Bill as he was. His shaggy mane coarsly stuck up in several directions, and as her eyes moved to his ape like hands, she wondered if how those hands could hurt so much and kill the innocent. Yet, lying there the home wrecker looked as innocent as an angel, and he looked to be quite at peace. It was times like these Nancy had come to truly enjoy, because these were the times she could watch him-and pretend. Pretend he was a great man, one of heart and feeling. Pretend they had plans to move to a pretty cottage in the countryside. Thinking these thoughts still did no good, hoever, and poor nancy, still youthful at heart, often dreamt away her life, almost so often that she could get away from the real brutality and shame of her true life.
Ask she finished baking his breakfast, she heard her good friend Bet shout up to their room. "I'm comin." Nancy replied to her friend with a mouth full of vittles. She began to scrape the plate onto a plate, "Bill," she tried to wake the beast, "Bill…you're breakfast is ready." The man shifted, and groaned with as he rose, "Nancy…"he said annoyed, "I am trying to sleep." She smiled at him, hoping to reconcile today, like she had planned. He groaned and went once more upon his pillow.
"Bill…"She began softly. "Do you love me?" She asked him, the night before's thoughts finally won over, and her curiousity got the better of her. "Of course I do, I live with ya don't I?" He replied with a savage tone. But she smiled rosy still, happy with such an reply as that, and ran glided down the stairs, out the door, and to the housing of Fagin's gang.
Aeropostale Fanatic- sorry it's short and sorry it's so late. I've had cheerleading and it's been a killer-it's everyday for three hours, and then there's school coming…but I'll try my best. Keep in mind, I only update if I get reviews…and the more reviews I get the faster I will update!