The Shelby princess (Bonnie Gold)

Chapter 10

The cold night air smacking my face and wishing to swipe me off my feet, I forced the old trench coat around my slim body. The cold cobbled dirty streets of small Heath. Thoughts flooded my mind memory's of me and John running through the streets him hot on my heels as we ran in till our lungs couldn't take anymore but our little hearts screaming for more. As a small tear fell down my cheek my vision became weak.

I took a second to wipe away the tears and revive my vision back as I took a step forward I felt a strong firm arm tightly grab my arm. I felt my feet tumble and I held onto the walls as my hands grin the walls as blood leaked my finger tips. I felt a cold wet boot hit my nose as my head hit the cobblestone path in the alleyway. I forced my self up but I felt a strong body placed them self above my broken body. Their tights keeping me in place as I began fighting I punch them over and over. "Stop fighting I know you want it" the spat as they pushed my hands above my head. I felt more tears leave my eyes. "Please, please don't" but I all that came out was a small weep for help I tried to scream as the man wondered down my body.

It was cold my body was screaming for help it wanted to be saved. I looked over to the corner of the alleyway the wet floor puddles of water mixed with rosey red blood. My hair stuck to my wet face. I didn't dare to cry no more, I knew the worse of it was over. I got myself up pulled my coat over my body. Their wasn't anyone that was going to save me so I began walking trying to find help as i knew it wouldn't come to me. I felt my vision darken I felt like I was losing myself I was going to collapse any minute. "Oi Edith we're have you been lass we've be..." I saw a faint shadows of my dear brothers Arthur and Finn before he could reach me I held onto the wall and nothing more, no more pain, but satisfaction of my body finally giving up.

It was like I fell from heaven. Straight town to focking hell. My eyes adjusted to the orange tonnes of the lamp beside the bed giving the room some sort of warmth I felt the rough mattress and blankets piled over me. The shouting of men on the streets and the children laughing and shouting. The damp roof came to my vision as I moved my head. Something I now regret as a pain shot straight through my neck to my head. "Focking hell," it was like I was shot but not dead yet but the very near of it. I pulled myself up as I threw my feet onto the floor and managed to stand. But the true test was could I walk. As I put my hand in front of myself I ravaged for the door as I took each step sent me back to each step I took near that alleyway.

The door slowly creep open and their stood my angel Ada. "For the love of god get back into the bed" she held my shoulders and pulled me near the bed. "No, no" it barely came out as a word but a mumble. "I, I .... Need to clean myself" my throat scratching at each word. "Right we'll you ain't going by your self I'll take you their you clean yourself, alright" I nodded my head ever so lightly as I didn't want to stir up any more pain.

A few minutes I finally made it to the bathroom. Ada had grabbed many towels and left the bath running. I sat on the toilet seat as my eyes burned to close. But I couldn't let them I knew I would only see what would be the whole reason I am here. But I couldn't bare anymore so I did.

"Stop fighting I know you want it"

"Ooh god, your worth it"

"Open wide now lovely"

My eyes flew open and I felt dirty and I got up and wiped down the steamy mirror. My chest full of faint bruises and my cheek with a small cut and one along my eyebrow. My cheeks red my hair full of blood. My knuckles and finger tips red and blood stained from every punch I threw for my dignity.

But all for nothing. As I closed the tap with Liam as the cold metal burned my cuts on my fingers. I undid my dressing gown the water hit my cold feet with a slight burn but satisfaction soon after I let my bottom side in and my waist burned with the heat of the water. I hissed in pain but no one could hear me so I let out a small weep.

Tommy's pov:
I could only hear her small weeps through the small door her sniffles muffled by her hand as she didn't want anymore attention drawn towards her. My anger began to burn and my fists began to sweat. I couldn't understand why could such a sick human could do something to a elegant kind hearted girl. She was my little sister and I failed to protect her I failed at keeping John safe and I couldn't even keep my pride and joy safe.

I walked down to the old betting room. "She's going to fine, she's strong Tom" Polly tried to reassure me as she held onto me and soon left to her seat. "Too fucking right, have you seen that lass, four focking men she cut, killed and almost traumatised. And she's only found great proudness in doing so" Johnny spoke up from the corner of the room sat in his chair with a cigarette in hand and everyone felt guilt and agreement. "She's gone through hell and given every man and woman a little piece of it, but never all of it. Which makes me wonder how much she's given herself" Polly was always good with her words. And at this time she couldn't be anymore true.

Arthur sat in his chair his knuckles white. Finn wondering the streets with anger, Ada waiting for the little voice of Edith asking for help. But Ada held anger herself along with sadness. I looked around and I knew if we had lost her as well how much we would truly be broken.

The door of the old home opened with a bang. There Runs in Finn Isaiah and a peaky boy. "We have someone who knows who did it" everyone looked at me in a relive and happiness threw it self over me. "They said a man walked into the Garrison out of breath, he looked worried but said he just had the best Fock of his life" I saw Isiah spat in anger and Finn looked sad as he looked behind my body.

Edith's Pov:
I saw everyone crowd Finn and what looked like to be Isiah. Everyone looked towards me which made me feel uncomfortable and worried that they would be angry at me. As Isiah made his way to me in a small rush he stopped before me and held his arms out. I pushed myself into his arms around him but I could feel him trying to be gentle as possible. "Your alright that basterd ain't gonna be breathing this Birmingham air no longer" as he let go I was bombarded with hugs from Finn Arthur Ada and even Polly of course everyone very careful of what they do trying not to make me unsettled and hurt.

Tommy looked at me with sadness, even for a man as cold as him I knew I would always have a place in his heart for me and that place would always be burning even at the worst times. "The focking Sate of us both ay" he spoke unsure of what to say. I smiled and brung myself to hug him. "Both as bad as each other" I spoke muffled but his chest.