Peaky blinders angel- Completed

The Thief

Rose is 14. Finn is 12

Rose pov

My whole life has been one of solitude and survival. Being alone, well it can make people go insane. But am I ever truly alone? The voices in my head are with me, have been for a very long time. Sometimes, it almost makes me believe that I actually have a family. I hear the arguing and laughter, the tears and the protection. It makes me wonder if god put these voices in my mind as an illusion to provide me with something more than the dogs and cats of the streets

At the age of 1, I was given the name, dustbin baby. It was all over the papers. I had been found outside parliament in a bin, abandoned and unloved. Taken straight to an orphanage without even the slightest medical care. I developed hyperthermia and they said it was a miracle I survived. At the age of 2, I was given my first home. Although I wouldn't really call it a home. There till i was 5, the couple had many children, biological and adopted. But it meant many of us were left forgotten. They didn't even notice when I developed pneumonia

Social services took many of us away after the neighbours complained about the number of kids. And so I was back in the orphanage. Very ill and unwanted. But I powered through and got better. Adopted a month later by a wealthy couple. But I ran with all my might for I couldn't fit in with their way of life. I was in and out of Foster homes until I was 9, when I ran away for good. Left London and made my life moving from place to place. Stealing whatever scraps I could

And that's how I came to be where I am now. 14, no family, no love, no life, living on the streets of small heath. I arrived last week and already know ever crook and alley, every escape route if it is ever needed. Running from the police is alot easier when I'm aware of my surroundings. Doesn't help that I've got a horrid cough. I'm prone to getting ill, suppose something has to kill me off eventually

Now I know better than to steal from the poor. I only take from those who can afford it. Either the rich, or the shops. Well today may just be my day. Because as I was walking further away from small heath, I came across a very large, wealthy looking house. I walked closer and managed to get near some trees to hide when I heard some men get out of a car

"Fucking hell" one of them yelled laughing

"Not everyday you see that at the races" another spoke

"Bloody windy"

"Ye but I enjoyed it. It kept blowing right up this woman's skirt. Perfect view" laughing with one another, the 3 men walked into the house. They sounded like a bunch of old, rich, snobby twats to me. So I can't see an issue with maybe stealing some food. A watch maybe. Just something to sell, make abit of money

I kept round the side of the house and came across an open window. Scanning the perimeter, it didn't look like anyone was watching me. So I quickly climbed in. My dirty bare feet left there mark but who cares? Be too late once they notice anyway. I had a look in the room. It appeared to be somewhat of an office. A desk with multiple papers piled high. An Ash tray aswell as some Irish whiskey

"Don't mind if I do" I chuckled taking a swig and having a nosy at the papers. Just some boring stuff about the races. Never really been bothered with all that posh people sport. I prefer football. Fucking good at it and all. I sometimes manage to sneak into the grounds and watch a game. Been caught a few times mind you. But it's always worth it

"Enjoying yourself?" I look up and see a woman stood there. She's obviously very beautiful, despite her age. I'd assume shes mid forties but still going strong by looks of it.

"Well I am as it so happens. Good whiskey. You must be the lady of the house" I said reaching out my hand to shake. To my surprise, she doesn't hesitate to shake it back. Most would grimace at my unclean skin but not her