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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I watched Oppenheimer last night (it was okay) and had a dream that he plus Tommy were the same person and Kizzie was a character in the movie lol. Still unhinged relationship, just more intense and scary since Tommy was making a fucking atomic bomb and couldn't be afforded any Kizzie issues lmao.
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
Turning eighteen was worrisome.
It meant Finn could be charged and hanged if arrested. It meant no one was legally responsible anymore for Kizzie. She was her own person. Not even Tommy's.
She hadn't been for some time. Despite what he told her. She knew it in the way his blues loved Grace and their child. When they entered a room, he laxxed his body. Turned towards them in his seat. Kizzie shared her brother now. And she wanted to die.
"There you are," she whispered in the stable.
The creature opened its bright green eyes and blinked slowly.
Kizzie walked further in, unconcerned for manure and hay clinging to her dress. "If I have to be at my party then so do you."
Something between a pur and a meow was her answer. Its bed moved and neighed.
"Hello, Dangerous."
The black draft horse was an impressive beast. He stood taller than a caravan. Kizzie often braided his black mane, then took him for a walk outside. But wherever Dangerous went, Dorothy had to follow.
Kizze's tuxedo cat was a birthday gift two years ago. She had put her foot down and told the family no more pearls. She wanted a cat. Or a dog. Any living creature that wasn't a human baby or another horse.
Aunt Polly picked her out from a local shelter. She said black cats were bad luck, but only when they were all black. Kizzie didn't understand how the coloring of an animal meant bad luck, but she trusted her aunt.
Dorothy remained sat like a loaf of bread on the back of Dangerous.
"Miss Shelby!"
Kizzie opened Dangerous' stall and went inside. "It's just me, Ozzy."
Her friend carefully stepped over lumps of hay and shit as he had done so many times before. "Polly asked me to find you before Tommy noticed you were gone."
"The party doesn't start until five. I don't have to go yet."
"It's ten past five."
Kizzie stroked Dangerous. Where did the time go?
"Alfie's just arrived."
"He what?"
"He's just arr—"
Kizzie rushed past him and out the stall.
Ozzy almost caught Dorothy's fluffy tail in the stall door when he went to close it. The cat rushed after Kizzie while Ozzy was left to chase after them.
