Peaky blinders angel- Completed

Mute

Finn is 11

Finn pov

I was currently sat with rose, a cigarette in hand and Arthurs hat on my head. Rose was munching happily her sandwiches I made for her lunch. Pretty sure she is the only person who would eat whatever I make but she never complains. Not that she would. Words just never come out of her mouth. Even 1 word seems impossible for her to find. We aren't sure if she chooses Not to speak or physically can't. But either way, we are very used to it by now. It's not that she doesn't express her emotions or tell us how she is feeling. She shows us instead. We know when she is happy, sad or scared just from her expressions. And if she wants attention or for us to pick her up, she pulls on our sleeve or taps our shoulder. Whenever she wants something from a shop or for us to look at something, she just points towards the thing she desires. So we understand what she means and we know how she feels, she just doesn't tell us verbally.

People seem to find her odd or weird just because she is a little different. The looks she would get in the streets and the names the other children called her, they soon stopped after Arthur beat the shit out of one man because his kid called her retarded. I find the word disgusting. Some people just aren't as lucky to be born healthy and sociable but it doesn't make them odd or unhappy. They feel happiness and they know the words the children call them but no one stops it. Except us. My brothers are not scared to yell at little kids until they cry or to beat up a man just for staring.

Flames lit up the room from the fire place, keeping us warm. I was in a world of my own, staring at the ashes on the ground. Thinking about the peaky blinders. How I so wanted to be one but I was apparently too fucking young. I think it is a load of crap. My imagination got the better of me when I pictured myself riding through Birmingham on Tommy's horse, peaky hat on head and gun in hand, scaring the shit out if people I passed.

A pull of my sleeve awoke me from my trance and put me back into the real world. Rose was stood next to my chair with her hands lifted up. It was clear to me that she wanted to sit on my knee so I adjusted the seat so it was easier for her and lifted her on my lap. Softly, her head rested on my shoulder and my arms held her tightly. I was about to  take a puff of the cigarette when it was snatched from my hands.

"Hey!" I groaned. My head turned around to see Arthur stood there with my cigarette in his mouth.

"What do you know about smoking ay? Your only 8"

"I'm 11"

"Same difference. Anyway, I came looking for my peaky cap, havnt seen it have you finn?" Shit.

"No. Can't say I have Arthur. If I see it I will let you know" I tried to act nonchalant but that wasn't really my forte. He bent down to my level and grabbed the cap off my head and put it on his own.

"Nice try" he said messing up my hair. Before her stood up, he gave Rose a kiss on the head and took her off my lap and into his arms.

"I am gonna take rose to school. You do what ya want i suppose." He said walking off.

Arthur pov

I carried Rose out the door and put her on her feet. I started to walk but she just stood still as a brick staring at me. I gave her a questioning look and she went back inside. What was that about? Moments later, she came out with her coat in hand, being held towards me. She could never put it on herself. Always got tangled and confused. It was rather funny to watch. But we were already late so I helped her with it.

When she was ready to go, she put her tiny hands in mine and we set off walking. Calmness overswept me whenever she held my hand. They were covered with the blood of those I killed, the memories of their screams embedded in my skin, and yet, rose always held my hand as if it was the safest place in the world. As if I could do no wrong in her eyes. It made me feel a sence of love and peace but it also scared me. The fear that one day, rose will see who I really am and it will make her run from this life. We had already lost one sister, we couldn't lose another.