As the youngest Shelby child and twin to Finn Shelby, Kezia has spent the last 4 of her 10 years locked away for her mental defectiveness.
She returns to Small Heath under the legal guardianship of her brother, Thomas Shelby. Despite knowing she's s...
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In case it wasn't already obvious, I'm not from the UK/Europe so a lot of phrases and words are Americanized. I've done lots of research in regards to the 1920s UK about items, clothes, etc. though.
Also trigger warning I guess for lots of blood this chapter. Saying the type of blood will be a spoiler. 🥴
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kizzie awoke with pains in her stomach.
Something held her lower half in a death grip as she laid on her back.
Strange... She never slept that way.
Kizzie tried rolling over, only to feel a cold wet spot on her sheets. Another squeeze had bile climb her throat. She managed to sit up and remove her comforter.
Blood stained her mattress between her bloody thighs. Another squeeze, this time not as bad, raked through her. Kizzie carefully lifted her nightgown. Her pale skin was tinged with new and old blood.
Commotion from downstairs put her situation into perspective. Embarrassment, but mostly fear, nearly had her puking. She didn't feel injured. Aside from her bad tummy, Kizzie was fine. The door separating her and Tommy's room remained shut. She could sometimes see his silhouette, but the room was empty.
Kizzie hoisted her legs to the edge of her bed and stood, only to feel a rush of blood pour out from her. It puddled down her thighs like jam. Unsure of what to do, she took the ends of her nightgown and patted her legs dry. She waddled to her door, opened it, and kept her legs closed the best she could as she traveled downstairs.
Something told her to find Aunt Polly. Or Ada. That they'd have an idea of what was happening to her. Tommy would be in hysterics. Arthur would likely scream and run for the hills. John would be frozen in place and no help at all.
A small group of Blinders busied themselves in the betting room. She quickly raced by without catching their attention. But she ran right into Arthur.
"Oi! Easy there, Kizzie!" He steadied her shoulders. "Pol is with Tommy in the office. She'll make ya breakfast once done."
"S-something's happening," she mumbled to his shiny shoes. Her bloodied hands rose from her waist. "I'm bleeding. From between my legs. And my tummy hurts."
"Fucking Christ." Her brother stepped back from her, struggling to process the truth that she did not see. "Stay here, Kizzie. I'm gonna get Polly!"
He nearly tripped over his two feet getting into the room. Luckily, Polly had just stepped out. By herself. In a low voice, he whispered to her. Their wide eyes found Kizzie immediately, and it only made her feel worse about herself.
What is happening to me?
She wanted to die. Surely, she was dying. Arthur didn't give her a logical reason and nor did he scream and shout and get everyone's attention about his bleeding sister.
