𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐃𝐄𝐑 » thomas shelby

thirteen

Dora sits with her head in her hand while writing down the numbers into the new system. The smell of the fresh flowers around her to calm her mind down, while the soft humming of Nick fills the silence.

Dorothy sighs and puts the pencil down. She closes the book and puts the loose papers inside. Dora gets up from behind the counter and looks at her brother. "I have to go to Tommy and show him the book, I'll be right back, alright?"

Nick nods at her and Dora walks out of the front door on to the streets of Small Heath. She walks to the Shelby house just to find out that Tommy is at the Garrison. With furrowed brows, Dora walks to the pub and opens the door. 

"Tommy, where are ya'?"  Dora calls out looking around the seemingly empty pub. She walks to the small office that is usually occupied by Arthur.

Tommy looks up from the table, next to Grace, at Dora when she walks inside. Dorothy looks at Grace with narrowed eyes, feeling a familiar fire underneath her skin.

"Tommy... may I talk to you in private." She throws Grace a deadly glare and pushes the door shut after the blonde leaves through it.

"What  did you tell her?" Dora throws Tommy a serious glare, coldness glimming in it. Dorothy pushes past Tommy and slams the book onto the table, she sits down in the chair and looks up to the man who is already looking at her.

Tommy doesn't say a word and points at a black star  drawn in th calender, laying on the table. "Black star day. The day we take out Billy Kimber and his men."

"And you told her that? Are you fucking mad." Dorothy looks at Tommy dissappoined.

The man shakes his head, idicating that he doesn't want to talk about it. Instead he lifts the book that Dora has put on the table and opens it. He looks through the numbers ignoring Dora's piercing glare. 

After a while he puts the book back down nodding. Dora doesn't soften her glare at the man in front of her, but doesn't say anythink to make him talk either. The two stare at each other for a few second, before Dora breaks the contact and scrables the book at papaer back together. She stands up from the small chair and pushes past Tommy to the door, she stops a few centimetres in front of it and turns around to look at Tommy. She can't believe that he would trust Grace with those informations.

"I don't know what you thought, when you told her about Kimber, but I sure hope that you know what you're doing." With those words the brunette opens the door and walks through the pub, without sparring Grace a glance.

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Dorothy walks back into the flower shop shortly after she left the Garrison. On her way to her family's shop she had to calm down quiet a lot. All she wanted was to walk straight back to the pub, and show Grace how much she hates her guts.

People have been telling her about how she needs to hold her temper back, for most of her life. She can't just go around an kill or beat up everyone she doesn't like, at least that's what Polly has told her since she pointed a gun at some teenage girl when she was fifteen, because the girl was making fun of her.

Agression problems have been with her all her life and it is driving driving her mad; the constant actions she has to hold back. The clencing of her jaw, the rising heat in her chest, the dark thoughts clouding her mind, all that is her constant companion.

Dorothy is thrown out of her thoughts by her brothers hand on her shoulder. "Hey, are you alright?"

Dora looks into his concerned brown eyes, nodding at him. "Yeah... yeah, I'm alright."

She clenches her jaw slightly, before nodding to herself once again. Dora holds up the small black book in her hand. "I just got to bring this upstairs. I'll be right back."

Dorothy doesn't wait for an reply from her brother and just walks back outside and to the door, leading upstairs to their flat. Sighning she throws the book onto the kitchen table, feeling the familiar heat rising up in her chest once again, she rubs her hands over her face and sighs. "Fuck.."

Today is one of those days where her agression becomes worse, she just wants to hit something. Pressing her hand to the side of her head, she sits down on a kitchen chair. "Fuck... fuck... fuck."

Her hands from from flat do curled and back again, never leaving the side of her head.

Dora doesn't really know why her problems come back just now. She has been handeling them quiet alright for the past few months, but it seems like Grace and her manipulating character, has been tuning the switch back on.

Dorothy gets up from the chair and fills a glass of water. She gulps it down fast and looks outside the window above the sink, trying to think about anything else. Finn is, as usual, running down the street, probably on his way to the betting shop, while other kids are playing a game of football on the street. Men and women are wandering down the street carrying stuff.

Dorothy puts the glass down next to her before walking to the gramophone. Music has always helped her to calm down. Soft tune, sound from the mashine and Dora closes her eyes, leaning her head upwards. She opens them for a second to walk to the couch and closes them as soon as she lays down on it.

She probably should get back down into the flower shop, but Dora doubts that it would be a great idea to let her handle any more people today. After a while she feels herself calm down and Dora even starts humming the soft tunes along with the gramophone. Soon she realises her mind slipping into darkness from time to time, to the point, where she falls asleep.