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"Don't you ever wish you said sorry?"- Harper Hawke
The last week was hell for the Shelby family. Ada was still refusing to leave her hiding place and wouldn't eat, Thomas was acting like a child and Arthur wasn't right in the head.
Today was a Saturday the busiest day for the garrison, Grace would sing Francis would dance it brought the men in large numbers. Most were groups planning to get drunk and get fucked, but that was never something either of the girls did.
Francis could tell by Grace's face that she was tired of men coming up asking if she wanted to leave and 'have fun' but neither of them could do anything. Harry would go nuts if they asked to leave early, I mean after all it was the busiest day of the week.
A Charleston was playing as she danced. This was her favourite kind of music it was upbeat and fast paced perfect for the kind of dancing she did. And the way she moved captivated the drunks, made them stay longer, therefore bringing in more money for Harry. Even thought Francis enjoyed the music it didn't mean she enjoyed the fast paced dancing. It would tire her out unnecessarily quickly but she did it anyway because if not this months pay would be cut.
Grace had nothing to worry about thought as Thomas had given her a job so either way Grace's money would never be cut.
Whore.
That was one of the things that annoyed Francis the most. All Grace had to do was make a pretty face and bat her eyelashes and she could get whatever she wanted. But a stubborn brunette who would rather die than smile for assholes, she had to work that much harder.
It took everything in her body to not choke Grace and Thomas out. He had hurt her and didn't even bat an eyelid.
The night passed quickly people soon began to filter out of the garrison eventually it was just one drunk left who Francis was tasked with dragging out. But soon enough he was on his way home after a rather eventful night.
Now it was just her and Grace who sat at the bar. Francis coughed to slice the tension in the room then she spoke "Thomas said he's given you a job," her voice was solemn as she spoke. Her words seemed to make Grace's ears prick up and eyes widen.
"oh-uh yes I hope that's no trouble with after... you-know." She stuttered.
In all truths no Francis didn't know what Grace was on about, should she know? "No I'm not sure I do know."
Grace opened her mouth in shock but shut it quickly "he said that you two had some sort of arrangement," she said with a tilted head.
Francis scoffed and whispered under her breath "an arrangement to fuck if you can even call it that."
Grace made no attempt to ask her to speak up in fear of setting the brunette off on a rampage. It was as if everybody was walking on eggshells around her.
The thud of the garrison doors opening turned both girls attention away from one another. And instead onto the predator waltzing into the room. He came over and pressed a kiss on Francis' cheek, making her flush but scrunch her face up in confusion.
He looked stern but was trying to be kind. Fran smirked to herself thinking how he was showing affection in front of Grace.
But this was odd. Too odd. "What's got up your arse?" She asked. In retaliation Thomas just pulled her into the storage room took her personal calendar and drew a black star.
She tilted her head and scrunched her eyebrows "black star day, the day we take down kimber," he slammed his pen down on the counter walked back out and pulled Grace into the snug.
Francis scoffed and removed her apron "fuck this." She spoke bitterly before quickly leaving the garrison and heading down the streets of old heath. The weather wasn't entirely awful if it wasn't for the smog above her head than maybe it would even be sunny. No rain was better than rain she supposed.
After a while of contemplating on where to go she settled on the Shelby residence. Hoping to maybe see Ada there in the embrace of everyone. A familiar face was all she wanted, one she had not seen in a while.
As she walked down the dismal streets it now began to rain, that was just what Francis right now. She ran down the street and to the Shelby house on watery lane. Just as she was about to reach the house she spotted someone.
A harsh scowl upon her face. Wavy hair, drenched. Bright blue eyes, light brown eyebrows and a navy blue jacket.
It was a familiar face... —————————————————————————
I wonder who this familiar face is, well you can probably tell by the gif.
