Peaky blinders angel- Completed

He's a dead man

Rose is 17. Finn is 17. They twins

TW: Rape and harassment

Rose pov

I was sitting in the garrison drinking with my brothers. I felt a little tipsy but was no where near drunk just yet. Unfortunately, I had a train to catch in the early morning so being hungover wasn't an option

"Right then, I'm off" I said as I stood up

"Leaving already?" Arthur asked

"I have to be at my friends wedding tomorrow so I have to be up early. No more drinks for me boys" I replied as I kissed them all goodbye

"I'll walk you back" finn said as he stood up

"Don't be daft. It's only down the road and their are blinders everywhere. I'll be fine" I gave him a kiss on the cheek as he reluctantly sat back down.

I left the pub and started to walk home. I hugged my coat around my body as the wind picked up. A cold chill was in the winter air and it could only be a matter of time before the snow starts to fall. As I daudled home, an uneasy feeling grew in my stomach. Taking a look around, I couldn't see anything out of the ordinary so I decided to ignore it. I could see my house from where I was which forced me to let our a sigh of relief. Just as I put my keys in the door, I felt a hand on my shoulder making me spin around quickly. Infront of me stood a man who looked to be in his mid 20s. Brunette hair poking out under his flat cap. He rested his hands on the door. One either side of my face so I was trapped. Frozen in shock, I just stood and looked at the man, fear growing in me every second.

"Mind if I come in. We could av fun you n I" he said with a smirk on his face.

"Please leave" I asked quietly. Despite being a shelby, I had never been confident around strangers. Nevermind strangers who wanted to have sex with me.

"And if I say no. Whatcha gonna do bout it?" My lip quivered and a single tear ran down my face. I couldn't even answer before he forced the door open and dragged me inside. He dragged me up to the first room on the top floor which just so happened to be my bedroom.

I'm sure you know what happened after that. Despite my screams and cries for him to stop, I was raped, in my own bedroom next to a picture of my family who I hoped would barge in at any moment to make him stop. But it was too late. The man was gone. And I lay in my bed, naked and feeling disgusted in myself.

After an hour of laying in my own blood and tears, I decided to get up and washed before my brothers came home and found me in this state. I knew if i told them that the man would be killed and i could forget about it. But it wasn't fair. I couldn't have the man killed because I recognised him. I recognised him as the man who I've seen picking his 3 kids up from the local school. He has a family. Most likely has a wife. And despite him not deserving to live, they deserved to have a father.

I had a bath and scrubbed the feeling of him off until I bled. But it wasn't enough. His rough hands could still be felt on my tender skin no matter how hard I tried to get him off. I got dressed in my nightcothes and went to sleep, not mentioning the incident again, but forever thinking about it.

That was 5 weeks ago. I had done my best to act myself and not let the man affect my life, but I clearly hadn't good a very good job. As right now, I was sat in Tommy's office as he asked me who I had been acting distant from the family

"I don't know what you're talking about tom" I lied

"You just aren't yourself anymore. You're depressed and out of it constantly. Just tell us what's wrong and we can fix it" he begged