The betting doors opened as the working women poured in. Rosina huffed as she trudged in, her feet swollen, her back aching with every movement she made.
As she sat in her seat with Lizzie jostling down notes with a faulty pencil that was about to break
"It's not fair..." She placed down her burgundy gloves and the matching bag on the desk with today's paper firmly in her grip. She hit the paper down with a good whack on the table letting out all of her anger.
Her eyes shut with a hand placed on her swollen abdomen, the pain increasing day by day and here she was forced to come into work on Good Friday for the men to get pissed and to slouch.
Lizzie looked up meeting Rose's tired eyes but sighing at Rosina's daily intake of complaints
"They're of drinking and preparing to shoot as we sit here, listen to the mugs swearing"..." "and spitting on the bloody floor"
"For us to fucking wipe up" Rosina put in
She reached for her handbag and continued her rants
"Without men here, it would be like dogs pissing up the bloody wall" As she rooted through her handbag she found her old white powdered friend. Getting cash for cocaine from some old Russians her dad would piss up with
Polly wandered in her eyes puffed up with her glasses in one hand. Her coat hanging off by the thread a crumpled tissue in her hand. Her black heels clicked and clacked as she stalked for the safe. The wandering numbers jumbling up in her brain
"I was just saying it ain't fair, the men down there are acting like lords" as she poured a suitable amount of the flakes onto the tiny spoon
"Rose, get on with it" Polly mumbled wiping her sweat with crumples of tissues
"I'm bloody five months gone, he made a promise he wouldn't hurt me again" she mumbled looking down at the remains of the coke that lay on her dress
Lizzie and Polly both looked at each other with a guilty conscious but still carried on with it
Polly twisted and turned the numbers not making any sense
"Forgot the combination"Polly leaned onto the door sighing at her dreaded state and the pounding headache that seemed to be splitting her
"24-8-22" Lizzie spoke up
"How the fuck do you know the combination?" Rosina piped up
"Did Tommy talk in his sleep when you were fucking him?" Rosina bitterly disputed
Lizzie looked down from the tension as she could hear Polly struggling as she tugged and pulled. With no luck, Lizzie wandered over to Polly leaving Rosina to calm down
"He's changed the combination" Polly groaned leaning against the door for support
"You've put in wrong".... No, I haven't" Polly rushed over and with her best drunken attempt she blocked Lizzie from getting through.
Her hands visibly shaking from the lack of sleep and consumption of alcohol
"Your hands are shaking" Polly sighed and moved away. Hearing the click from the safe door and the all-clear from Lizzie, she scuttled in
From the facts Rosina heard she inhaled the snowflakes again. Causing the sudden high to swiftly overtake but not the boost she needed to get through the day. Lizzie walked over to Rosina hugging her swollen stomach as she hid her little tube of cocaine back in her purse
"And Rosina, I'm sorry for sleeping with Tommy but he wasn't sleeping. He was either drinking whiskey sours or fucking whores"
"Same fucking thing as usual" Rosina gritted.
"Nothing has changed"
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His mended heart
FanfictionTommy was never brought up with comfort and love , he was brought up with a scolding and a beaten. One duchess is gonna change that. Rosina was the goddess everyone desired to be. Inside Rosina was aching for an escape from her troubled life. A gan...
