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(One Day Later)

"Why isn't he here yet, he said he'd be here by the end of the week." Sweeney complained harshly.

"Mr. Todd, who says the weeks over?" Mrs. Lovett questioned soothingly.

"He said he'd be here!" He grunted in frustration.

"It's only Tuesday Mr. T." I said rubbing his arm, knowing I would be yelled at for showing him affection even though he showed it to me all the time. He spun around and I took a step back scared for my life…again. He grabbed me by the shoulders.

"Is that all it is? This may not seem important to you but this is my business…my revenge!" He said angrily. He held his hands threateningly over my neck, not on my neck but close to it as if debating what the problem could be if he strangled me.

"Mr. T!" Mrs. Lovett pulled his hands off of my neck and I stared at them, tears welled up in my eyes as I ran into the room I shared with Mrs. Lovett.

I flopped onto the bed and cried, I loved a monster. A complete and total monster that happened to be in love with another woman, Lucy. There were stomps coming from next to the room, on the stairs. I heard him screaming at her and she was stomping her feet in frustration. He swung the door open and I flipped over on the bed, he was coming towards me and I was backing up into the corner of the bed farthest from him. I heard Mrs. Lovett screaming but my mind was in such a panic that I couldn't comprehend what was going on. I just sat there. Frozen. Terrified. Unaware that tears were slipping down my cheeks.

He pulled me up by the shoulders and I looked at him. He was getting angry I could tell by the way he was squeezing my arms.

"Are ye scared of me?" He asked with his accent slipping in and out of my ears in a way that sounded sweetly to me but would sound harsh to anybody else. I was getting goose pimples from his warm breath against my skin.

"Well?" I had forgotten to answer him and Mrs. Lovett was standing there, just as scared as I was.

"Yes…sir." I nodded he was rubbing his thumbs over the green material of my dress the rustling was echoing my ears, it was the only thing I could hear as he practically shoved his lips onto mine. My eyes closed and I kneeled there in shock but soon my lips responded to his. I gasped when he pulled back and turned to Mrs. Lovett. He had practically let me drop. His voice was icy when he spoke to her again.

"You and I are very close friends Mrs. Lovett, but please do not tell me how to handle relationships with my apprentice." I sat there in shock as he pushed past her and slammed the door on his way out.

She looked at me in shock. Her gaze was almost as cold as his was but her voice was shaky as she talked to me. I could see tears gathering in her eyes and I felt ashamed, I had probably taken away her love and replaced it with mine in his heart. I hadn't chosen to do it, it's not like he actually loved either of us…he loved his dead wife Lucy.

"I didn't realize the two of you were so close."

"We're not. Please Mrs. Lovett understand my confusion is only greater than yours is. I've never had that experience with a man like you have. He's never done that before, I promise, he doesn't have feelings for me. If his feelings are for anybody they are for you and Lucy!" My voice was shrill and she stood there in shock as I babbled on pleading for forgiveness.

"Really?" She asked quietly.

"Of course! Haven't you seen the way he looks at you? Always coming to you for help and what not." I said filing her mind with ideas that were not really lies or promises, just a twist on reality. Convincing what she wanted to hear without actually lying.

"Well, thank you dear. But I think Mr. Todd wanted you upstairs. Should I show you or do you now where the shop is from here?" She asked probably trying to erase the memory of me flooding in here to be kissed.

"I think I can mange."

"Alright dear. Go on up then." I nodded appreciatively and walked up the stairs, my weight creaked under my feet and I shivered. I've never walked up the stairs alone.