Everybody's Baby

Fallout

(T.W.- Almost sexual assault, it's stopped before anything happens though)

Tommy was going to kill her. That much, Becca was sure of, but she couldn't bring herself to care. Being the baby of the family, there were rules. Lots of rules. And normally, Becca tried not to complain too much- her family was coming from a good place at the end of the day…

Even if the blatant hypocrisy was absolutely maddening somedays.
There wasn't even a full year between her and Finn, yet while her brother was more or less able to come and go as he pleased; Becca couldn't so much as stick her nose out the door without someone with her.

Preferably multiple someones.

Usually it wasn't so bad. Finn was more often than not happy to have her come tagging along with him and his friends. Isaiah's almost constant presence no doubt helped to assuage her older brothers' worries- multiple people with her, that they trusted no less.

But tonight… tonight had not been a good night. Becca wasn't exactly sure what started it, but Finn had been in a right foul mood from the start. It had all culminated in the two of them getting into a huge fight in the middle of the Garrison, which ended with Becca storming out while Finn yelled after her to 'take her ass home'

No doubt the rest of the family had heard about it by now, and Becca was sure she would be in for another of Tommy's lectures at the very least, but couldn't bring herself to care. Let them deal with Finn first.

Becca was still fuming as she stalked through the streets of Small Heath, no real idea where she was headed. Probably to her Aunt Pol's, while she knew the older woman wouldn't be happy with her for wondering off on her own, nobody else was quite as familiar with just how stupid and downright frustrating the men in this family could be.

She may still get a lecture, but at least Polly would give it to her over tea.

All thought of that though when flying out the window when someone grabbed her from behind, dragging Becca back into an alleyway.

"Well, well, well…" The man who pinned her back against a wall, smiled maliciously, "What do we have here? You sure are a pretty one, ain't you?"

"You're making a big mistake." Becca gripped his wrists and tried to pry them away, "My brothers are goi-"

"We know exactly who your brothers are." The man laughed cruelly, pulling Becca away from the wall slightly, only to slam her back against it again, as three other men emerged from farther down the alley, "But they ain't here are they, little Shelby?"

Becca felt her stomach sink. This was exactly what her family was worried about and she started to feel like she was going to be sick. Without much thought, Becca brought her knee up into the groin of the man holding her as hard as she could, ripping herself free and turning to try and run. Only to be pulled back screaming.

"You little bitch!" One of the other men snarled, slapping her across the face hard enough to knock her off her feet, the corner of her lip splitting open with the force. Another man dragged her back up by her hair, causing her to cry out in pain again.

The first man managed to right himself, grabbing Becca by the throat and  shoving her back against the building again, pinning her with a grip on her neck tight enough to make her choke, and claw at his hands.

"Now," The man snarled, pressing himself up against her, "You're going to have to make that up to me."

"No." Becca had started to cry, trying to push his hands away as he started pulling at her skirt, "No. Get off me!"

The world was starting to spin, blind panic blurring the jeering of the men and her own sobbing together. The gun shot cut through everything though, the man letting her go causing Becca to collapse to the ground. Three of the four men took off down the alley shouting, leaving the remaining man laying in a steadily growing pool of blood.

Becca jerked as someone else grabbed her, screaming as she slapped at them and tried to get away.

"Becca, Becca, it's all right. You're safe I've got you."

She stopped, staring wide-eyed up at them before her mind finally caught up with the rest of her.

"I- Isaiah?" She gasped, grabbing at the front of his jacket.

"Yeah sweetheart, it's me." He nodded, pulling her into his chest and rubbing her back, "You're okay. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you."

It took a good few minutes of quiet coaxing and reassurance for Isaiah to get Becca up and back to the pub. You could have heard a pin drop once people noticed the two of them, most of the patrons clearing out quickly while the family gathered.

"What happened?" Tommy never took his eyes off his sister as Polly quickly sat her down, wrapping the first coat she could grab around her, over top of Isaiah's own jacket Becca was already wearing.

"I followed her after she left, to make sure she made it home." He explained, taking a step closer to her when Becca reached out for his hand again, "Before I caught up with her, this group had pulled her into an alley."

All eyes immediately snapped to him now in a pure panic, Isaiah quickly holding up his free hand, "I found her before anything else happened. I managed to shoot one of the bastards, but the other three took off. It was either follow them, or stay with her…"

He trailed off nodding back to Becca who was still shaking. Tommy nodded, glancing back at him once as he clasped Isaiah on the shoulder.

"You made the right choice."

John and Arthur were fuming, practically pacing the bar with faces that promised awful things for whoever they could get a hold of; while the women were still fussing over Becca and trying to assess how badly she'd been hurt. Finn stood a ways back looking like he was about to either throw up or pass out any second.

"Let's go."

The whole group seemed to move as one then, headed for the door. Becca's hold on Isaiah's hand tightened almost desperately.

"Don't leave me, Is."

He glanced worriedly back at Tommy who only nodded before heading out the door, everyone else dispersing through the streets.

Kneeling down beside her, Isaiah smiled softly, reaching up to cup her cheek, "I'm not going anywhere sweetheart."