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"Fuck the Shelby's!" - Sabini
Everything was dark. This alleyway was dark, her mind dark, the sky also... dark. There wasn't an inch of light anywhere. That just made the whole ordeal that much more terrifying.
Francis felt a gloved hand grab her by the face and push her sideways into a wall, her head making a thudding sound at the pure impact.
"Hello little lady," she heard a deep croaky voice with an Italian accent say. "You see your little boyfriend, he done my family wrong... I'm just going to pay him back..." the gloved hand slowly began to travel down towards the edge of her dress.
Upon reaching the end of the dress he began to pull it up, without realising he had began crushing her head onto the wall with his free hand.
"P-please i don't know who your on about!" She begged.
He chuckled darkly "yes you do, little shelby" his hot breath fanned against her neck as he spoke. If it wasn't so dark she may have been able to get a quick glance of his face, but she couldn't. All she could tell was he had blonde hair and green leather gloves on.
She could feel those gloved fingers inching up her thighs inching ever so slightly to places she wished he'd not go. "I don't know any Shelby's! I promise!" Hot tears began to spill from her eyes.
He yanked her head back by her hair before repeatedly slamming it into the brick wall. Each time a blood curdling crunch sounded. This happened several times before eventually she blacked out.
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It was early morning when Francis had awoken. She appeared to be in a hospital room where the sun shone through small gaps in the covered window -Polly had paid extra for her to have this so called perk- it burned at her eyes. Nipping away at what brain function she had left. News came in last night. Thomas had discharged himself the day before, early in the morning. Francis wasn't even sure if Thomas knew she was in the hospital, she had begged Polly not to tell him. She didn't want him to feel like it was his fault.
She spent a lot of time alone. Occasionally Polly or Ada would come in with treats that Francis wasn't allowed. They would sneak them in and then feed her them all. Things like expensive chocolates or these weird little lemon sweets that the baby seemed to like as Francis didn't spew every time she ate them.
Two weeks she had been in the hospital. If she could move she would have spent those days cradling her slight bump and singing it songs. Nobody knows what happened after Francis blacked out. But they do know that the man who'd assaulted her was dead, John and Arthur had sorted that the second they found out.
