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Chapter Thirty Four

"Yes, Mum, I'm fine." Amy repeated in a bored tone. I smiled sheepishly as I tucked her hair behind her ear.

"I know, darling, but I'm just so...worried about you," I told her. "I was afraid I was going to loose you."

Amy smiled weakly. "I almost did..."

I looked down at her quizically, making her blush increase.

"I...when I wasn't awake...I...I saw things...it felt like I wasn't going to wake up..." She said, chewing her bottom lip. "But I heard you. I heard you and Ben and Nellie...you were singing!"

My smile broadened as I reached forwards and hugged Amy, holding her as tight as I could.

"You, Amy, are my little angel," I told her. "And I am going to do everything I can to keep you and Ben and Nellie safe from now on."

"No."

I frowned in confusion as Amy wiggled out of my grip, reminding me of a little cat, and frowned back at me in dissaproval.

"No, Mum, don't baby me," She said firmly. I opened my mouth to speak, but she stopped me. "All my life I've been afraid to do anything, but now it's changing. I'm nearly fifteen. I need to stand up for myself and be brave. I'm not afraid anymore, Mum."

I smiled as I gazed down at her. Amy...my Amy was growing up. It took a lot of hardships, but now, as I stared down at her, I didn't see the shy and timid little girl of mine. I saw a beautiful and bold young woman.

"Are you not even a little bit afraid?" I asked jokingly. Amy laughed.

"Ok, maybe a little bit."

I smiled as I hugged her again, pulling her close.

My little girl.

"Mum..."

"Yes, honey?"

"Is Turpin dead?"

I let go of Amy, and she gazed up at me curiously, her innocence still managing to shine through her eyes.

"What?"

"Turpin...is he dead?"

"Why...?"

"I know what Mr Todd has done..." She admitted, looking away and playing with the blanket. "I even shouted at him for it..."

"You shouted at him and survived?"

Amy blushed as she nodded. I smiled.

"Good girl."

"But is he?"

I sighed. Did I dare tell Amy the truth? That we left Turpin lying on the ground, bleeding to his death? That I wished and wished and wished that it was me that had the satisfaction of killing him? That her life was always going to tormented by the fact he had raped her?

"Yes, Amy," I finally answered. "Turpin is dead."

Amy gave me a small smile. "He hurt me, Mum." She admitted quietly.

"I know."

Amy looked me straight in the eye, tears springing to hers.

"No, Mum, he hurt me."

"Amy, I know what he did," I said. "But you're going to be ok, it's going to be al- "

"It's not going to be alright!" Amy yelled, thumping the sofa. I leant back, surprised. "Mum, that man has ruined my life! I'm never going to get over what happened!"

As Amy yelled, Ben and Nellie walked in, frowns of concern appearing on their faces.

"Amy, calm down."

"NO!"

Amy jumped up, throwing the blanket on the ground.

"No, I will not calm down! I hate him! I hate that man and I hope he rots in hell!"

As Amy continued yelling, Mrs Lovett ran in.

"What's all this noise?" I heard her ask, but paid her no attention as Amy continued screaming and shouting.

"And none of you have any idea what it is like to be lying there, knowing what is going to happen but not being able to do anything about it!" She shouted, tears trickling down her cheeks. "It's alright for you; you don't have to deal with the stigma of being broken goods, the girl that got - "

Amy cut herself off, looking away from us all.

I stared at her, unable to do anything. Suddenly sensing someone behind me, I looked over my shoulder to see Sweeney step forwards. He also stared at Amy, his face unreadable, while she silently cried, refusing to look at us.

"Amy," I began, but then stopped myself. What could I say?

"Say it."

I stared up at Sweeney, but he didn't look at me.

"What?" Amy asked quietly, weakly, slowly raising her head to look up at him.

"Say it." Sweeney repeated firmly, almost...dangerously. It was as if he were a predator, taunting his prey.

"Sweeney..." I whispered.

"I can't..." Amy whispered, shaking her head. Sweeney took a step forwards, towards her.

"Say it." He growled, and I could see his fingres automatically twitch.

"Sweeney, stop it!" I cried, running forwards to stand between him and Amy. "Just stop it!"

Sweeney gave me such a hard stare I had to take a step away. What was he doing? Why was he doing this to Amy, after everything that had happened?"

"Ben, Nellie, go away." I ordered.

"But, Mum - "

"Now!"

I could hear Ben and Nellie grumbling as they turned and left, followed by Mrs Lovett who, from what I could just about hear, suggested they went out for a walk.

"No...no no no..." Amy whispered, still shaking her head. Her hands were trembling, as if she was going to hit someone.

"Amy, darling, you don't have to say anything you don't want to." I told her, stepping forwards. Sweeney placed a hand on my shoulder, stopping me.

"Amy, say it out loud!" He ordered.

"HE RAPED ME!" Amy screamed suddenly. "JUDGE TURPIN RAPED ME AND I HATE HIS GUTS FOR IT!"

I could only watch as she burst into violent, hysterical tears, her whole body shaking. I hadn't realized how much weight she had lost until now. She looked so thin, so frail, in the dress she wore, the bruises more prominent against her pale skin.

"He raped me..." She murmured pathetically. "He raped me..."

Sweeney let go of my shoulder, and when he did I rushed forwards to hug Amy. She clung onto me, her face burying into my shoulder. She sunk to the floor, and I sat with her, pulling her onto my lap while Sweeney simply stood over us, watching in silence.