AHH. Welcome to season two episode one. I will note now that the story delves more into Francis, Thomas and their beginning family. If you don't like the whole pregnancy trope thing. Just leave the story now and pretend it ended as it was last chapter.
Anyways please enjoy<3
Twenty one
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"Next time I'll do this right"- Thomas Shelby
Like a child who is afraid of the dark, Thomas was afraid of his past. You can hide the fact that you're afraid forever, but you can't run from those fears forever. One day they catch up to you and then... well, then you have to face them.
Finally Thomas' fears had caught up with him. The fear of his past came running head first into him. From the other side of the garrison he was being watched... by an all too familiar face.
That god forsaken smirk. With those perfect teeth and plump bright red lips. A drink occasionally being lifted to her mouth where she gulped it back so calmly. Like a panther waiting to pounce.
Just like Thomas, Francis had been running too. But something inside her pulled her back. It pulled her back faster than a spitfire could fly.
Their eyes met briefly. She smirked at him and he scowled in return. Slowly she stood from her seat glass in hand and began walking into the back room of the garrison. Thomas quickly excused himself and followed after her "I'll be back in a minute" he spoke to his family quietly.
John and Arthur looked at eachother with confused faces, John just shrugged and continued his drunken chanting.
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This room, this room full of memories. The tables sat eerily empty. The humdrum buzz of life in the other room was near enough completely blocked out.
She let her hands run over the sticky wooden tables and chairs, taking in the nostalgia of the place.
Two years, two years it had been since she sat in this room. Two years since she placed her lips upon those of the man she called the love of her life. That then twenty year old girl now twenty two with millions of dreams and goals in her head.
As she was reminiscing on that year spent here she suddenly felt a harsh yank of her hair before she was quickly spun around to face her assailant. Their eyes met, his danced over her face while her's stayed planted on his own. He yanked again pulling her head back harshly.
A choked laugh escaped her stretched throat.
"What do you think you're doing here?" He whispered lowly into her ear.
