A/N: I Am SOOOO terribly sorry for the late update. Ive been a lazy bum and I was kind of having a writers block. Heres chapter six. Lets all just hope everything works out for Mrs. Lovett.

It had been months since Nellie had a proper job. She hated her life right now. Because she had no other place she could actually stay ended up in Bedlam, with all the lunatics and criminals. By means of not having a proper job, she ending doing things in Bedlam she wasn't proud of.

She was now working as a prostitute at a brothel. It was called "The Happiness House". Oh how she hated it there. It was always noisy, her clients were always horrible. They were either drunken or smelly, mostly both. The place was untidy, which she hated because she always liked to have everything clean. Luckily she only worked there part time. Afternoons and Sundays.

Madam Greene, the head mistress, who ran the Happiness House made a deal with her. If she worked here and made the food, Madam Greene would give her own place to stay upstairs. Nellie was delighted to hear this, except for the part about prostitution, which she wasn't too happy about. But she had to do something if she wanted a place to stay.

It was a very late Sunday night. Nellie had a long day of work and was very tired. She kicked off her boots, not even bothering to change into her nightgown. She laid down on her pillow and closed her eyes.

She heard a knock on her door.

Ugh, didn't anyone ever know she just wanted to be left alone sometimes?

"Come in" she said.

It was Polly, one of the girls who she lived with.

"Oh, so sorry Nellie, but Mazam Greene wanted to let ze know it's your turn to take out ze trash." she had a bit of a French accent.

"Oh, thanks love, be down in a bit." Every week, the girls at the house had to take turns, taking out the trash, it did get pretty annoying when the time came. Once again, Nellie laced up her boots and went downstairs. She saw the pile of trash in a potato sack and carried it. The Bedlam dumpster was quite awhile away from the Happiness House, not to mention it was dark outside, not many people were out.

She wanted to quickly get there and back. She had heard stories of London women getting murdered at night, by a so called "Jack the Ripper", that was something she didn't want to experience.

She walked quickly down the cobblestone pathway and right around a few corners, turned into an alleyway and put the trash sack in the dumpster.

As she turned the corner, she bumped into something, or someone.

It was some tall, old bloke with a half empty wine bottle in his hand.

"Sorry" Nellie muttered and went around. "No, prosblem lovey" he slurred, obviously he was drunk. She quickly walked along the pavement. She thought for a moment.

Maybe I can take a shortcut home.

Nellie turned around a different corner and kept walking. It was so darn dark outside she didn't see the crack in the ground. She tripped and feel into a wet puddle. "Oh, bugger it!" she cursed.

"Need some help lovey?" a voice said behind.

She turned around and looked to find the same drunken man she bumped into earlier.

Had he been following her?

"No thanks" she got up and started walking away. Not quickly enough for he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into an alley. "Oi! Let go!" she shouted.

He slammed her against the brick wall. "Shut yer mouth whore!" he said. She struggled against him. He took out something shiny, it was a small pocket knife. He cut the first two buttons off of her corset.

"Ey! What are you doing? Buttons are so hard to come by these days!" she tried to break him off but he was too strong.

"Why? What does a whore need buttons for? Stop your worrying love and lets 'ave some fun" he sickly laughed.

Before he could do anything a dark figure appeared in the light of the alley. "Hey what the bloody hell is going on here?" a male voice said.

"Nothing sir, now I suggest you go and mind your own bleeding business!" he tried to force his fat fish lips on Nellie, who tried to fight back. The other male walked up to drunken brute and grabbed his collar, he pulled him off of Nellie and punched him in the jaw.

The drunken guy was so shocked, he ran away.

What a loser.

Nellie almost had tears coming on. "Are you alright" the man's kind voice had asked. He was a rich looking man, a toff perhaps. He was nice looking too. "Yeah I'm fine, the bloke just tried to force 'imself on me." she was so upset.

"Well you shouldn't be walking the streets at night, very dangerous… Mrs. Lovett?" the man asked in realization.

Mrs. Lovett looked at him for a moment. "Mr. Wright?"

Mr. Wright was a friend of Albert's, his drinking buddy he went out with on Saturday nights. He was always kind to Nellie and Albert, Nellie always invited him over for a cup of tea and they would sit and talk.

"Nellie, I haven't seen you ever since Albert passed. What in god's name are you doing in this part of London?" He grabbed her hand patted it gently.

"Adam, it's a long story, come with me." Nellie brought him back to her room.

"Sit down, warm ye bones Adam. I'll put the kettle on." Adam Wright sat down in a chair.

"Nellie?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you working as a harlot in this area?" She turned to look at him, and frowned. "I guess you could say that" she looked down at the floor.

"I want to know, how did you end up like this? After Albert passed, I knew you were sad, but you seemed fine. What have you been doing with your life?"

Nellie gave him a cup of tea, she sat down and sipped her own, and then sat it down on the table beside her. She gave him a sad look and started telling him the whole story.

Pettigrew's after Albert passed. Business was terrible. How Lillian Mooney arrived and their friendship. The pies they made, even what was in them.

"Ugh, how can you do such a thing. That's disgusting!" Adam exclaimed.

"Well you suggest an idea of what we should have done then, business was in a stinkin' state you know. 'Sides it was her idea, I didn't want to take any part of it." she muttered.

"Well, now I know not to eat at Mrs. Mooney's." Adam chuckled.

"That's okay, shes got billions of other customers ya know." she sighed hopelessly

Nellie continued talking about after Mrs. Pettigrew died and the will. Resulting from Lillian's betrayal.

"Oh, Nell. How could she do a thing like that. That's dreadful." Adam's eyes were blue and full of sadness.

"Ha, don't worry 'bout me love. She's just a backstabbing cow, that's all… and that's how I ended up here, no other place to go… more tea?" she asked depressingly.

"No, but I have an idea."

"Wot's that?"

"Nellie, you hate the condition you're in right now, right?"

"Of course"

"Well, I can get you out of here, its not safe, and a dreadful job it is… I'm sure"

Nellie's eyes were suddenly wide with joy. "Adam, are you being serious?"

"Yes, here's what can happen. I can get you out of here. I own a few establishments, in one part in London. Nice area, nothing rich but not poor either. Just a nice neighborhood. Well, there's one no one has used in about 5 years. I know you used to make pies. So… how about you open up your own pie shop Nell?"

"Adam, you're not serious are you?"

"Yes, completely, just pay the small rent once a month, nothing expensive, and the shop is yours. You don't have to pay the first month but when business picks up, just pay then." he smiled at her.

"Adam Wright! You are my savior!" she ran over to Adam and hugged him tightly.

"There, there now. Its no problem at all Nellie. You were my best friend's wife, I would do anything for you." he took her hand and squeezed it gently.

"Just pack all your stuff, and Ill be back at noon for you tomorrow."

"How can I ever repay you?" she asked with tears of joy in her eyes.

"Don't, just be ready by tomorrow Nell." his kind voice said.

With that, he put on his hat, opened the door, and walked out.

Nellie jumped on her bed and squealed with happiness.

Finally she was leaving this place for good. No more dirty clients, no more being ashamed of work. She was going to live somewhere peaceful. Maybe if she ended up with enough money, she would go and live by the sea, wouldn't that be smashing?

But her biggest joy of all, was when she would open up her pie shop she would hope to finally outshine her rival, Lillian Mooney.

Ok, ok. So I guess there is hope for Mrs. Lovett. Will she outshine Mrs. Mooney???? Stay tuned and keep reading. I love reviews, let me know what you think loves!!