Sweenett chapter 6

It was spring. April to be exact. Mrs. Lovett and Mr. Todd have been concealing their little affair really well from the public. But, to tell the truth they were both kind of surprised that no one had found out about it. Sometimes it was so obvious. For example, Sweeney would leave his shop and come down to hers, to offer his assistance, but whenever he found the chance he kissed her lips. He had become quite dependant on her. He could not even sleep without her by his side. It was all new to him, but not to her. She had been dreaming about this since the day she first set eyes on him. She always was a dreamer. She would always close her eyes and imagine the prince that was going to steal her heart. Ever since she was a little girl she knew how she wanted the man who would marry her to be. She wanted him tall, so she could bury her face in his chest. Dark, she didn't know why, but she always liked men with dark hair, when every friend she had was dreaming about a golden-haired knight. Strong, to protect her from everything and to carry her around in his arms. Clever, so she could hold a decent conversation with him. And all that she had found in her Mr. T. He was perfect.

The business had gone really well that day and she was now closing up the shop and cleaning up as fast as she could, so she could go to him. She usually stole some minutes to go up to his shop and see him, but today things in the shop were insane, so she hadn't seen him all day. As she was drying the dishes, she heard the little bell on her shop door tingle. That was a sign that someone got in. It could be Mr. Todd she thought and smiled. She turned around to face the man, but her smile was wiped from her face, as the man who had just come in was not her dear barber, but Peter Lewis. In fact, a very drunk Peter Lewis.

He looked around the shop confused until he spotted her. Then his eyes darkened. He stared at her and Mrs. Lovett couldn't help but feel terror running down her spine. What was he doing here at this time? And why was he looking at her like that. "WELL!" he started to speak, moving towards her. "If it isn't Mrs. Lovett the baker-no, sorry, not the baker,- the whore of Fleet Street!" He pointed a finger at her. Mrs. Lovett took three steps back. "Calm down please" she said almost inaudible. Where is Mr. Todd? "I gave you my love and YOU threw it away and all for that barber!!! Is he treating you like I did? TELL ME! Is he?" he threw a chair at the opposite wall. He flew to her and before she could escape, he had her pressed against the counter, his hands all over her body. He lowered the dress form her shoulders and started biting them lightly. Mrs. Lovett was crying hard. Why did this have to happen to her? Why now? "Please stop it" she said between her sobs and pushed him away. He slapped her hard across the face. "SHUT UP!"

Mr. Todd was in his shop, cleaning the blood from his razors and sharpening them. He always did that after a long days work. He always did that while he was waiting for Nellie to come up. Sweet Nellie. She was the best thing that ever happened to him in years, but he was not going to let her know. Never. She hadn't come up all day and he missed her. He stole a glance of her from his shop window, her lovely figure moving, from table to table and her shinny, messy curls bouncing with her every step, glistening in the sun like rubies. She indeed was a lovely woman. Suddenly a loud thud from below pulled him out of his thoughts. What was going on…?

Peter Lewis had started to undo the laces of her dress, while she was hopelessly fighting against him He had her pinned on the floor and he was on top of her, unbuttoning his trousers. Mrs. Lovett cried and pushed and cried, but he didn't move. He seemed transfixed to his task and her reactions were not affecting him at all. He had taken his trousers off and gave her a lust-filled look. She was disgusted. How could he do this to her? How could she have even liked him at first?

Suddenly Peter's eyes widened and blood gushed from his neck. Mrs. Lovett let a scream escape her lips, as Peter fell off of her and into the ground. She immediately shot up and found herself in the strong embrace of Sweeney Todd. She buried her face to his chest and cried. She cried harder than she ever had before. She cried even harder than when he had rejected her for the first time. He caressed her hair. "Shhh… It's alright now love… It's ok… Nothing's gonna harm you… I'm here now… I will protect you…" He continued whispering things to her until she stopped crying. She looked up at him and he saw her lips was bleeding. He reached for a clean cloth, wet it and wiped away the blood. "Maybe you should rest…" he said to her and she looked at the now dead Peter Lewis. "I'll take care of that" he said like he knew what she was thinking about. She nodded. "Will you carry me to the bed please?" she asked softly. As a reply he scooped her up carefully in his arms and carried her to her bedroom and tucked her in. "I'll be back in a minute" he said and left the room to dispose the corpse of Peter. He was back shortly and laid next to her in the bed. She moved her body to his and he held her tight. She sobbed. It was going to be a long night…