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"Today i kill a man"
Thomas Shelby never shied away from a fight, growing up he would constantly be coming home all scuffed and bruised and often his mother would give him a right telling to whenever he fought. He missed those days, he missed his mother.
That was much like his wife. Although she had her sisters back in her life -one more so than the other- she was still longing to see her father and hug him to tell him that she still loved him and forgave him, but as her eyes scanned down a note from the doctor she realised that she would never get that chance.
Francis was sat with Illyana on the single seat in the left hand corner of Ada's living room. Elizabeth was sat holding a pale, yellow washed, unopened letter in her hands. Harper, whom had come down after hearing impending news of her father's death, was sat with crossed legs on the floor accompanied by a now very cold tea. And finally Ada was stood awkwardly at the door attempting not to intrude.
"Let's get this over with-" Elizabeth said as she carefully tore the letter open and began to read it...
Dear Elizabeth.P.Dove,
I am writing to inform you of the passing of Mr. Albert.C.Hawke. His final will and testament along with his few personal possessions are currently being held in Hackley memorial studio. My dearest condolences.
Dr H.Marsh
A feeling... a horrid thick feeling of nausea swirled in Francis's stomach until it came and settled in the middle of her throat. It was like a choking sensation. One from a dream, one only felt in a life or death situation. Or apparently in a situation such as this.
"Albert is dead. I'll go this weekend and collect his things- I would appreciate if one of you came with me." Elizabeth spoke strongly. After all what use to anyone would it be if she, the eldest, began to burst out in tears.
Francis let out a half choked sob half laugh. Hastily she rose her hand to her mouth and pressed it shut in hopes to stop the laughing fit.
It was no use.
Within a matter of seconds she was crying a river whilst laughing like a maniac. Her sister in law, along with her two full sisters, all looked at her with utter confusion and disbelief.
"I-I'm sorry it's just- god! He was such an asshole! But fuck... I mean fuck he was our dad. We're fucking parentless!" She managed to get out amidst the snorts.
It was true that Alby was a parent who did things in a baffling way. Harsh words and smacks when the girls did something wrong, gentle hugs and head kisses when they made him proud. But he had always attempted to make them proper and respectful girls, even if he hadn't set a good example himself.
