Peaky Blinders One Shots

2. Past

Mildred was a very old lady who seemed like she spent most of her time in her room with her cats and Bible. She was not much of a talker because as a reply to my greeting she looked me up and down a little sourly and opened a register to fill in my details. Afterwards, she showed me to a small room furnished with a fading light blue wallpaper, A stove and kettle in the corner and a bed in the middle with a sunken mattress.

It did not upset me. I had steeled my heart and resigned myself to the circumstances. She reminded me not to leave food lying around as it would attract mice and left; I tucked my bags away under the bed and sat down on it. My hands at my sides on the scratchy sheets, I willed myself not to cry but the tears were already rolling down my cheeks. The humiliation was still fresh in my mind. Edward loathed me and Ms Anne did too. I had been a castaway at birth and that was probably my destiny.

Yet, I couldn't help but picture if the war had not dragged on things would have taken a turn for the better, Edward and I would have married each other a year ago and none of this would have happened, I would have been with the man I loved so much.

Sleep did not come to as it had not for the past week. The gaunt circles under my eyes were getting darker and noticeable. I kept tossing and turning in the unfamiliar bed, running everything that had transpired over and over in my head.

"Whore! Just like your mother." "A cheap whore." Kept echoing in my head, over and over.