Author: Bellatrix Nellie Le-Lovett PM
Sweeney and Nellie are finally married, but will they be able to stay that way? Or will a series of misfortunate and dramatic events leave their marriage, wrecked? Sequel to Deep DownRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Sweeney T. & Eleanor L. - Chapters: 26 - Words: 31,642 - Reviews: 394 - Favs: 31 - Follows: 44 - Updated: 04-16-13 - Published: 05-25-12 - id: 8151301
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I think you guys should have a name like the Wreckateers! Okay, that's a terrible name but wouldn't that be fun? Maybe I'm just being silly. If you like the idea and have any suggestions for a 'fan name', write it in your review. Or if you hate the idea, just ignore the suggestion.
Sweeney Todd found Nellie viciously pulling out weeds in her garden a few days after the ball. He stood behind her, watching her rip the poor plants out of the ground by the roots. It was obvious that something was bothering her, but he still hadn't gotten her to tell him what it was.
"I'm no expert in gardening, but I don't think you have to pull the weeds out of the ground so violently, pet." He final spoke up, causing her to jump.
"I didn't realize you were there." She whispered, barely turning to look at him. "Is there something you want? Lunch?" She asked, starting to pull off her dirty working gloves.
"Actually, I want to know, what's been bothering you so much for the past few days?"
"What will it be? Tea and sandwiches?" She completely ignored what he had just said.
"Nellie, you're not answering my question."
"And you're not answering mine."She snapped.
"Yes, but I asked first."
She gave him an exasperated sigh. "I'll tell you what I've told you a hundred times before, there's nothing wrong."
"Don't lie to me."
"I'm not. Now tell me what you want to eat or you're not eating at all."
"What did Mr. Williams say to you at the party a few days ago?" Sweeney pried.
"Well, you hit him pretty hard. I don't think 'nothing important' would constitute for the smack that you gave him."
"If it was something I wanted to share with you, then I would have told you by now. Since I have yet to share the nature of the conversation with you, then I would hope that you respect my wishes for it to remain private." The baker found herself almost shouting at her startled husband. Quickly, she took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. "I'll be inside getting lunch ready." She turned and began to walk inside.
"Nellie..." She paused to listen in the doorway. "Whenever you decide you're ready to talk, I'm prepared to listen."
She glanced back at him before mumbling to herself, "I don't know if I'll ever be ready." She went into the house before he could say anything else.
As soon as Nellie was out of earshot, someone started clapping, mockingly, from behind him. He turned, knowing exactly who it was.
"Why are you here? What's wrong with her? What did you say?" Sweeney growled, walking up to Timothy and shoving him as he walked around the house.
"I just reminded her of the past." He replied coolly.
"What's that suppose to mean?" The barber spat.
"Why don't you ask her?"
"I have! She won't tell me."
"I'd better be off. Good luck with your wife." Timothy smirked.
"Nellie, how did you know Mr. Williams?" Sweeney asked, cornering her in the kitchen.
"What makes you think I knew Mr. Williams before the other night?" She put her hands on her hips.
"Because he was just here."
"He was?" Her eyes grew wide and her face paled. "What did he tell you?"
"Enough." Sweeney lied, maybe if he pretended to know what was going on, she would tell him.
The baker leaned against the wall and slid down to the floor. "He told you?"
"You have to understand, it was never something I wanted to do. At the time, it seemed like the only thing I could do in order to get money. Albert was gone, Lucy was gone, you were gone and I had no source of income. I never wanted to do it, and I regret it every day of my life. I only did it a few times and I didn't do it with that many men." She was talking so fast that he could barley keep up with what she was saying. When he heard 'that many men' he froze, starting to realize what she was talking about.
"Are you saying that you…" He trailed off.
"Timothy didn't tell you anything, did he."
"What are you saying?" Sweeney asked in disbelief.
"After Albert died and before you came back, I-I-" She choked back a sob, "I slept with men for money."
"You…what?!" He practically shouted, making her flinch.
"It was after Albert died and the money ran out. At the time I thought it was the only other option."
"Why didn't you tell me about this?" He paced back and forth trying to keep his voice calm.
"I didn't want you to yell and get angry. I didn't think it was something you needed to know, I didn't want you to know."
"You thought that I wouldn't want to know that my wife is a prostitute?" He spat, "How does this relate to Timothy?"
"He was one of the men that I slept with. I didn't recognize him until he reminded me the night of the party. He threatened to tell you and that's when I hit him." Her voice was barley over a whisper. Tears fell freely down her cheeks and she didn't even bother to wipe them away.
"How can you live with yourself? You're no better than the common whores on the street."
"How dare you!" She cried, standing up with a sudden burst of courage. "How dare you say such a thing! I can't believe that you would judge me so harshly for my past when I do nothing but support you. I slept with men, but you have kill people! And not just any people, but people that I care about. How can I live with myself? No, how can you live with yourself? I'm supposed to be your wife and you're supposed to love me no matter what, just like I love you." She shouted. "If you really love me, then you'll try to understand why I did what I did."
"How do you expect me to understand this?" He asked through gritted teeth.
"I don't want you to yell. I understand that you're upset, but please don't shout, it won't make anything any better." Her voice was weak from shouting. Sweeney stared at her and took a deep breath.
"I won't yell, but I can't say that I understand why you would ever sell yourself. This conversation isn't over. We'll talk about it more once I've had time to think."
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