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The song Amy sings is Good Gone Girl by Mika :)

Chapter Eleven

Whoops.

I didn't mean to say that...

I could feel all eyes on me. Literally.

Sweeney, Mrs Lovett, Ben and Nellie were staring at me like I had sprouted another head or something.

"Dead, love?" Mrs Lovett finally spoke, breaking the silence.

"Oh, just ignore her, she's a bit tired." Ben said quickly.

"Yeah, Amz says some really stupid things when she's tired." Nellie added with a grin, eager to insult me at any point. I made a face at her.

"No, I'm not." I muttered.

"Yes, you are." Ben hissed.

"No, they're dead! That's what Mum told me!" I insisted. "She told me that when she, Granddad and Auntie Grace moved here, they were dead!"

"Amy..."

"What about Toby? And the beggar woman?"

To my surprise, Sweeney spun around and stormed out of the room, the door slamming behind him.

"Sorry 'bout that, love, he's still a bit...sensitive." Mrs Lovett told me, shaking her head.

"S-sensitive?" I repeated warily.

"About what?" Nellie asked.

"Amy, Nellie." Ben murmured in warning.

"No, no, it's ok, deary, you need to know." Mrs Lovett told him.

"We need to know what exactly?" Nellie asked.

Mrs Lovett's eyes flickered to me quickly, and she seemed to be having some sort of mental debate.

I knew exactly why.

I was young. I was fourteen years old, therefore everyone thought of me as a child. That meant no one could say anything in front of me.

Great.

Just great.

Sighing, I leant back in my seat and gazed into space while Mrs Lovett babbled on about something to Ben and Nellie.

"Hey, is that a piano?"

I didn't mean to interrupt Mrs Lovett, but when I saw the distinct shape of a piano through the back room, I couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, yes, it is, love. Do you play?"

I nodded eagerly.

"Amy plays practically every instrument under the sun." Nellie muttered, rolling her eyes.

"Can I…?" My voice trailed off as I gazed at Mrs Lovett hopefully.

"Oh, of course, deary."

Grinning, I stood up from my seat and practically ran to the back room, pausing when I got to the piano.

Chewing my bottom lip with excitement, I reached out and carefully lifted the lid, marvelling at the smooth keys.

"You gonna play that thing or just stare at it?"

I jumped and glared at Nellie, letting out a shaky breath.

"Jeez, Nellie, don't sneak up on me like that!"

Nellie rolled her eyes. "Whatever. So, you gonna play it?"

I nodded, pulling out the stool and carefully sitting down. My right hand slowly lifted, brushing against the keys.

"Remember when you, Ben, Mum, Dad and I would sit at the piano at home together?" I asked softly.

"Yeah, every Christmas," Nellie replied with a grin. "We were terrible."

"But it was fun."

There was a pause as we remembered.

"Well? You gonna play it?" Nellie demanded. A small grin came to my face as my other hand joined its twin on the piano.

"Could you believe the same old story? It never bores me, though I've heard it all before. Her name was Georgia, and she was gorgeous. When she adored ya, the whole room would get to know!" I sung with a grin. Nellie also laughed.

"You are a plonker sometimes, Amz."

I grinned up at her.

"Nellie, Amy!" Ben called.

"C'mon," Nellie murmured, taking my hand and pulling me into the shop.

"So where did you say you were from?" Mrs Lovett asked as she gave us each a pie.

"Not around here." Nellie said in her typical manner, picking at the pie with her long nails.

"Nellie," Ben muttered, elbowing her.

"Ow!"

"We moved away from London before I was born." I explained.

"Oh," Mrs Lovett said sadly. "And how do you know 'bout Mr T and meself?"

"Well…" I said slowly. "Mum always told me the story when I was little."

"The story?"

"Yes, the story of you and Sweeney Todd."

"What exactly did she tell you?" Mrs Lovett asked hesitantly.

"Erm…that he was sent away on a false charge, but when he came back…his wife was dead and some Judge had his daughter."

"What else did she tell you?"

I noticed Mrs Lovett was leaning forwards, towards me, with a worried expression in her dark eyes.

"Erm…not a lot…you two worked together…he killed Judge Turpin…then some mad beggar woman that was actually his wife…then he was killed…?" I phrased it all as a question, missing out the part where he killed the woman stood in front of me.

"Oh love, you know a lot more than you should." She said sadly, shaking her head.

"So, it's all true?"

I looked up at Nellie, who was frowning.

"Yes, it's all true," Mrs Lovett confirmed. "But you mustn't say none of this to Mr T, do you 'ear me?"

"Of course not." Ben said quickly, making Nellie and I nod in agreement.

I suddenly felt really tired, yawning as I struggled to keep my eyes open.

"Oh, I'm sorry, you all must be tired!" Mrs Lovett said. "Now, we don't 'ave any spare rooms, but you can all sleep in the back room, if that's alright. I may 'ave some spare nighties you girls can borrow as well."

As Mrs Lovett bustled out the room, my eyes met Nellie's, and we both burst into tired fits of giggles.

"She's crazy." Nellie murmured softly.

"She's nice." I said.

"Her heart is in the right place," Ben said. "Even if her head isn't."

We giggled again, but had to stop as Mrs Lovett came into the room, carrying two white nighties in her arms.

"'ere you go, dearies. I'm not sure if they'd fit, but they'll 'ave ta do." She handed Nellie and I the nighties, and then ushered us into the backroom.

"Now, if you need anything, just call. I'm going ta look for some blankets."

"I'll help you." Ben said, jumping up.

Nellie and I changed out of our damp clothes, shivering slightly as we pulled the nighties over our heads.

We burst out laughing.

Mine was far too long, trailing all the way to my ankles and brushing against the floor as I walked. Nellie's, however, only reached her knees, showing off her long calves.

"God, Nellie, you look most indecent!" I told her, giggling.

"Oh no! What ever shall I do?" She cried, also giggling.

"Girls, are you done?" Mrs Lovett called.

"Yes!"

Mrs Lovett came in, smiling as she saw us. I noticed her smile faded slightly as she saw Nellie, but only slightly.

"Well, they'll 'ave ta do," She said, beginning to make beds on the two sofas. "Now, your brother is going ta 'ave to sleep on the floor."

"That's ok, he's used to it." Nellie said with a shrug, sitting down on one of the sofas and pulling the blanket over her.

"I'm going to 'ave to pop along to the market tomorrow as well. We can't 'ave you two walking around in those clothes you came in." Mrs Lovett told us, glancing over at our clothes we put by the fire, in vain hope they would dry.

"Oh…but…we have no money…" I said warily.

"That's alright, deary, business is doing brilliantly, so I can spare a bit to get you two properly dressed."

I smiled. "Thank you, Mrs Lovett."

"Yeah, thanks." Nellie murmured, lying down. Her eyes were slowly shutting as she rested her head on the pillow.

"That's alright," Mrs Lovett said kindly. "Now, off ta bed with you. We 'ave a long day tomorrow!"

Yawning, I climbed onto the sofa and curled up, bringing the blanket right up to my shoulders. I was very tired, and the blanket was very warm.

"Night, girls." Mrs Lovett said, and I could feel her kiss the top of my head.

"Night, Mrs Lovett." We murmured in sleepy unison.

As the fire slowly burned away, I fell asleep.