I thought that there should be a little exitement other than Sweeney finding Mrs. Lovett... Hope you enjoy reading this one as much as i enjoyed writing it. Just wait for the next one :)
The sun shone brightly the next morning, Mrs. Lovett didn't dare open her eyes, she was afraid that everything that had happened was just a dream. She could feel the rising and lowering of his chest. She slowly and cautiously opened her eyes, Sweeney had her in his arms sound asleep.
She wiggled her way closer to him, kissing him on the cheek.
She quickly got dressed and walked into the kitchen, she paused at the door and took one last look at Sweeney sleeping soundly on the bed.
Sweeney quickly got dressed and walked into the kitchen to find Mrs. Lovett already at work.
"Morning luv" she said cheerfully
"Morning" he replied quietly, sort of in a daze.
Although Sweeney had found Mrs. Lovett his personality hadn't changed, he's still the quiet man who tends to keep to him self. People tend to perceive this as him being unfriendly but really its nothing like that.
"Something the matter?" she asked
He could hear the worry in her voice, he knew that it would take her awhile to trust him again. So he understood she couldn't help but worry especially after that night in the bake house.
"Nothing at all" he replied kissing her lightly on the head "Is there anything I can do to help?" he said looking around the kitchen.
"Can you cook?" she asked
"Not really"
"Hmm, well then not really" she chuckled
"Alright" He wasn't used to not being busy during the day.
Usually he was running his shop
"Well I guess I could venture to the town, see what it has to offer"
"All right" she agreed, and she went back to rolling the dough.
He walked out of the front door and turned down the street, he came across a small barber supply store.
As long as he was here he might as well pick up a few things. Once he got his supplies he walked back out onto the street.
It was a small town, he noticed that he had not seen a barber shop yet, this could offer a great opportunity for Sweeney.
On his way into town he saw a small shop for sale just down the street from Mrs. Lovett's bakery, he could open a shop there and move in with Mrs. Lovett.
As he continued around the small town, he noticed people watching him with weary eyes, he continued to walk ignoring the stairs.
That was one thing that bothered Sweeney, not that people started at him, but that they made no effort to hide it, they just gawked eyes wide.
He never understood why, he knew he didn't look like the average man, he still had the white streak of hair and wore darker more depressing clothing but still he didn't think it was that odd.
He glanced at a clock, it was already four o'clock, had he really been out that long?
Lost in his irritated thoughts for such a long period of time?
He decided it would probably be a good idea to head back to Mrs. Lovett's shop.
Maybe they could go to the beach tonight, have another picnic.
He turned onto her street and could see someone walking out of the shop, he didn't think much of it, probably just another customer.
He walked in the front door.
"Oh good you're here!" Mrs. Lovett exclaimed happily "You've got a letter"
How on earth had anyone sent him a letter, no one even knew were he was.
He opened it.
It read.
September 7th. Dear Mr. Todd
Your probably wondering who this letter is from, I would be to if I was you.
It's Anthony, from London. I have to say it took great effort to find someone who knew were you had gone.
I sent this letter to ask you if you would join Johanna and I for a quiet get together down at the beach one week from today at seven o'clock in the evening.
I felt the need to thank you in person for everything you did for us back in London.
I do hope you attend.
You can finally meet our beautiful daughter
Sincerely,
Anthony & Johanna.
Sweeney dropped the letter, he looked up eyes full of shock.
"What's the matter?" Mrs. Lovett asked clearly very concerned
He didn't reply, no words would leave his mouth he just looked ahead, his hands still held out in front of him as if still holding the letter.
"Luv, what's wrong?" she asked again "Who was the letter from?"
She picked it up, and read it
"Oh dear" she said looking at him "That's in 2 days"
"Were not going" Sweeney said stiffly
"Oh c'mon now luv, don't be like that" Mrs. Lovett pleaded
"Were not bloody going!!" Sweeney shouted making Mrs. Lovett flinch slightly
Sweeney stormed out of the shop, razor in hand.
"Mr. T wait!!" Mrs. Lovett called after him but he was already gone.
Sweeney stormed down the street, clutching his razor in his hand.
He mind flooded with thoughts.
Johanna… a child? But she was only a child herself.
Sweeney switched his hold on the razor grabbing the blade tightly feeling its sharp edges cut deep into his hand.
His thoughts did not subside but they did change.
How could I have yelled at Mrs. Lovett like that, she is most likely convinced I'm leaving again, how could I have done that to her.
But Johanna, and Anthony… His grip tightened on the razor making it cut even deeper.
I should never have let her run off with that boy, but there was so much going on that night, so much to keep me occupied.
Sweeney turned the corner. His stride just as wide as before, the speed had not changed at all.
He came across a small bench and sat down, dropping the razor beside him, he ran his hands through his hair, feeling the gash burn on his hand.
He looked down at his hand seeing that is was bleeding furiously, he knew that by the time he got back to the shop he would have lost a great amount of blood.
He picked up the razor and started back to the shop, as he had expected his vision started to blur. He knew the bleeding would subside soon but he had lost a great deal of blood.
Mrs. Lovett sat down on the chair crying lightly, she knew all this was to good to be true, she knew he would leave in the end.
She lay he head down on the table, and drifted into a light sleep.
Sweeney took awhile longer to get back to the shop, his pace had slowed, and he was no longer paying attention to were he was going which caused a lot of error in direction.
Once he got to Mrs. Lovett's street it was dark out, his had still bleeding but not as severely.
He walked up to the shop and opened the door. Stumbling inside, he knocked a bottle of gin over on the table, it rolled and shattered on the floor.
He used his good hand to stable himself against the wall, the room was swaying in front of him.
His injured hand was still holding the razor but not as tight, Sweeney found it kept his thoughts away.
Mrs. Lovett awoke abruptly to the sound of shattering glass, she looked up to see Sweeney steadying himself against the wall.
Something was wrong…
Sweeney dropped the razor letting it fall to the floor with the clang.
Mrs. Lovett looked down to see what he had dropped. The razor was covered in blood.
"Oh Mr. T you didn't?!" She said, automatically thinking he had killed one of the towns folk.
He shook his head.
She looked up at him, there was blood on his face leading into his hair.
Sweeney tried to walk forwards but only stumbled, his hand flew to the wall to steady himself again.
If he hadn't killed someone then where was all the blood coming from. She looked down at the hand that was holding the razor.
She gasped seeing the gruesome gash on the palm of his hand.
"Oh Mr. T!, what have you done?" She raced over to him.
He brushed her off.
"I'm fine" He said, still using the wall for support
"I'm sorry" he apologized "I shouldn't have yelled, I shouldn't have left… I said I would never leave"
Mrs. Lovett shook her head
"S'all right luv" she told him "Please let me help you, you've lost an awful lot of blood"
He shook his head in protest.
"I'm fine" he said once more.
He tried to take a step forwards but only stumbled his hand landing on the table.
Pain shot through his arm, he yelled in agony.
"Please Mr. T!!" Mrs. Lovett sobbed "Let me help you"
He shook his head once more.
"Please, I don't need …"
His knees buckle sending him to the floor with a loud thud.
Darkness swept over Sweeney's vision.