by order of the fucking peaky blinders

45

"Hey Mickey, do you have a parcel for me?" Charlotte asks the bartender, "sure do Mrs Jesus." Mickey replies bending down and placing a package on the counter. "Thank you, did the person that dropped it off say anything?" Charlie asks picking it up, "profusely apologised, said he didn't know anything about it. Whatever that means." Mickey shrugs wiping down the counter, "alright, well I'll see you soon." Charlie says pushing the doors open, and walking back down the streets of small Heath to the garage where she'd parked the car, placing the diary down, she sighs. Should she read it now or wait until she got home? If she read it now there'd be no way for someone to take it before she was finished, however after her reaction yesterday she might be too shaken to drive home. There couldn't be a good outcome from reading this. Nothing good would come from this. But there was a nagging feeling in her brain that drew her too it, saying she needed to know. However much she may hate what was written, she needed to know what had happened.

Picking it up she stares at it for a second, opening the first page.

Dear Diary,

Today I spoke to Charlotte Shelby, like a whole conversation. And we kissed. A proper kiss, not a little peck. Then that dickhead Isaiah came over and told me to go away. I don't get what his problem is, he gets with every other girl in the year, and the one he doesn't go for, he doesn't let anyone else have. It isn't fair. He's a dick, and I know if he wants her, he will get her, it's who he is. But he'll also hurt her, because that's how he is. I will make her mine, however long it takes. She will be mine.

T. Langley

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Dear Diary,

I snuck into Charlottes bedroom again, she's so pretty when she is sleeping. I could watch her all day and all night until the day I die. She is officially dating Isaiah now, but I think it's being forced, he's so controlling. I don't think she loves him like he claims. I'm going to confront him.

T. Langley

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Dear Diary,

I confronted Isaiah, I told Charlotte I loved her and she let him throw me out of her house! He had the audacity to kiss her infront of me! I will make her mine. Not his. She isn't his.

T. Langley

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Dear Diary,

When I snuck into Charlottes room last night, she was sleeping in just her underwear! It was so sexy, I just couldn't help myself. I started touching myself, watching her as she slept, so peaceful, so innocent. When I'd finished, I made the cross on her forehead. She is mine. Now God knows that too.

T. Langley

Throwing the book to the side Charlotte hugs her legs to her chest, hyperventilating and shaking. He was fucking crazy. She was frozen in place, she couldn't move, she told herself she needed to drive, get home, but her body wouldn't comply, she sat curled up in the drivers seat, staring straight ahead. Once again she felt violated. Taken advantage of. She wasn't sure how long she sat there, the cool breeze covering her fair skin in goosebumps, "hey, you aren't allowed to be in here" a voice speaks and she was still frozen, unable to move, "ma'am didn't you hear- Charlie?" Scudboat says, snapping his fingers infront of her face, but she didn't blink or look at him, "Charlie, what you doing 'ere?" Scudboat asks, "diary." She managed to get out, "why don't we get you out of the car? You're freezing" Scudboat says placing his hand on her forehead, "can't move. Tried." Charlie replies urging her body to start working with her, her legs slipping off the seat onto the floor of the car, "come here" Scudboat says offering his hand, which she shakily takes, jumping out of the car, almost face planting but he caught her. "The diary, get it please" Charlotte speaks and he reaches across the car grabbing the book and getting the keys. "There's likely to be someone at the betting den, come on." Scudboat says, watching as she walks beside him slowly and shakily. He didn't know what had happened, but it had to have been bad. She never got shaky, she always seemed to be built of steel.