Disclaimer: I do not own Sweeney Todd but I do own Beth Lovett
Authors note: So I got these idea when me and my best friend were talking and making fun of Alan Rickman. I've notice that most of my story's and poems are a bit dark. So I decided to make this a little lighter.
If Only Flour and Roses can tell
Chapter 1
Mrs. Lovett is running around the shop. Doing laundry, caring for Toby and the never ending customers. By the time the store closed Mrs. Lovett was exhausted; she began to wipe down counters when she hears a knock at the door.
"Who is there" Mrs. Lovett asked
"It's your daughter" a voice said
"I don't have a daughter"
"It's Beth, from 8 years ago"
Suddenly all the memories from Albert's death to her lost daughter flashed though her head.
"Beth" Mrs. Lovett said, tears rolling down her cheek
"Yes mum, it's me"
Mrs. Lovett walked over to open the door. There she saw her Beth shaking in the London air. Her hair was jet black, she was very pale as if she was sick. Also she was thin as if she hadn't eaten in 3 days.
"Beth we have a lot to talk about next morning but first dear have a meat pie."
Toby walks in
"Just getting more gin" He said sleepy like
"Who is he" whispered Beth
Toby turns around in shock
"Who's she"
Mrs. Lovett started to panic a bit with the recent events taking place right before her eyes.
"I'll explain later next morning"
"No really mum, who is he" Beth said
Then Mrs. Lovett really started to panic, then Sweeney walk in
"Mrs. Lovett did you wash my laundry… who is this?"
Every thing started to bang in her head. She started to hyperventilate and felt dizzy.
"Will every one just shut there trap!" Mrs. Lovett shouted
"No ones is talking" Toby said
A sudden silent filled the room; every one stared at one another. It felt awkward to every one. The silent needed to be broken.
"Yes Mr. T your laundry is done" Mrs. Lovett said "Toby this is Beth, Beth this is Toby. Toby, this is my long lost daughter and Beth, Toby is my adopted son."
There were blank stares across the room. I can't believe mum thinks of me as a son Toby thought. My own mother replaced me with a work house boy Beth thought.
"Great to know my laundry is done" the barber said and walked back to his shop. Avoiding this as much as possible.
Toby left the room, Beth look at her mother with a glare,
"What the hell mum?"
"Beth please can we talk later I'm very tired"
"Fine where can I sleep?"
"On the couch love"
Beth lay on warm couch, at least it was better then sleeping on the boxes outside. Like
the other nights.
It's a bit OOC and I had no time to check spelling so bare with me. And it is a bit weird at first but it will get better. Trust me. Give Reviews please.