Illusions That Confine Us
Chapter Thirteen
"Would you get a hold of yourself?" Mr. Todd hissed as he made his way over to her.
Mrs. Lovett tried to run from him, but he was too quick. He soon had a hold of her arm and was cornering her in the middle of the parlor.
"Let. Me. Go." She demanded between her attempts to wiggle free from his grasp.
"Not until you agree to calm down so we can talk about this." He offered, which was strange for him to actually agree to converse in conversation.
She thought a minute as she looked down at the ground, his hands held tightly around her arms, pressing her against him, she looked up at him quickly to find him staring back down awkwardly at her.
"I don't wanna talk anymore." She whispered before leaning up and smashing her lips against his.
The kiss was brief, but for the last few seconds of it, he found himself kissing her back.
It was then he realized, there was no sense in running away.
"Come with me." He said quietly, taking her arm and leading her back to her bedroom.
He sat her on her bed, and she did nothing but stare across the room at her mirror, watching his reflection as he sat down beside her and sighed heavily.
And after moments of silence, Mr. Todd spoke, "If we are going to do this, I want you to know that nothing is changing between us."
"I know." She replied monotony.
He sighed again, turning to work at the buttons in the front of her dress.
When he was going onto the second button, she stopped him.
"Wait-" She said, putting her hand over his.
He looked at her quizzically.
Mrs. Lovett paused, looking down at her hand still over his, letting out a shaky breath and meeting his eyes again, "I don't want you to do something that you don't want to do."
"Marrying you was something that I didn't want to do." He said, "But it was something that you wanted." He finished quietly.
He wanted to tell her that he had grown to care about her, he may not have loved her, but he cared for her all the same. He was afraid that if he let himself care for another being, it would all turn into disaster like it did before. Sweeney Todd wasn't the same, naïve man, that he was all those years ago.
He didn't want to be afraid anymore.
"It's been so long." Mrs. Lovett whispered, turning to look at him nervously.
"Almost sixteen years…" He recalled, moving his hand from beneath hers to move it back to his side.
"Eighteen." Mrs. Lovett said back, taking his hand again and nervously placing it over her left breast.
He swallowed.
"It might hurt." Mr. Todd warned honestly, moving his face closer to hers.
She looked at him, her face painted with a brave expression, "I know," She said, "But, you're worth it, love."
Mrs. Lovett then shot her eyes up at his remarkably calm face before her eyelids shut and she embraced his lips, gently, with her own.
It was the most beautiful thing that had ever happened between them. No one was yelling, no one was crying, and he was actually being gentle and sensitive towards her.
They kissed for a brief period of time, her hand over his as it rested on her breast, her arm draped around his neck as her hand played in his forest of black hair.
When they broke apart, he turned her around so that she was once again facing the mirror and began working at the ties of her dress.
As the seconds went by, he grew more and more nervous.
She saw him trembling and turned slightly to speak to him, "Is everything alright?"
'Yes,' he wanted to say, but he was becoming more and more unsure as every string came unloose.
He faltered, he couldn't do it, "I-" He breathed, "I can't do this."
Mrs. Lovett immediately dropped her head into her hands and choked back the tears that were threatening to fall and said, "Why do you keep playin' these games….?"
He said nothing.
"Jus' let me be… I'll help you pack in the morning…" Mrs. Lovett mumbled.
"Pet…" Mr. Todd said sympathetically.
"Please, jus' don't call me that, no anymore." She snapped, "Jus' go."
And with that, he left her to her misery to deal with his.
"What have I done?" He said to himself as he paced in his room minutes later.
He rolled his eyes, running his hands through his hair in frustration.
Lucy. He thought, why, why must I be punished with your memory?
This was Indian territory to him, the only woman he had ever been with was Lucy, just like the only man that Mrs. Lovett had ever been with was Albert.
He just couldn't believe that he had set himself up for this again, especially when he knew he couldn't do it in the first place.
He was so scared, scared that he might actually find something else within the fiery being of his new wife. Afraid that if he were to love again, it would all be taken from him…
So being as exhausted as he was from the days dramatic events, he collapsed onto his bed and attempted to fall asleep.
Late in the evening, Sweeney was shaken from his weak slumber when he heard his door creak open.
He awoke to see a the dark figure of Mrs. Lovett standing before him in the doorway.
"I couldn't sleep…" Was all she could muster as she shook her head sadly and crawled onto the bed with him.
He stiffened beneath her as she rested her head on his chest along with her arms. She closed her eyes and sighed, "Please don't say anything," She whispered, "Jus' let me hold ya… I promise I'll be gone by morning."
Mr. Todd nodded in response as he started to stroke her back, knowing deep in his heart that it wasn't going to be easy for him to leave.
Birthdayyy Sexxx. Birthhhdayyyy Sexxx-
XDDD lmao… The things people come up with these days…
When I watched the play, Mrs. Lovett said that it had been eighteen years since Albert died.. Just to clear that up…
Dang! Michael Jackson AND Farrah Fawcett died :(
So obviously, this was a major turning point in the story…
I hope you liked!