FINISHED!
Even as a cripple Theodore "Theo" was feared and respected by his peers. With his strong character Theo doesn't let his dissability bring him down. But what happens when his father, Thomas Shelby, finds out that the crippled boy is actuall...
(Theo's P.O.V.) The cheers echoed through my mind as I crawled out from the ring, after I won again. This time, I was alone, no one else was with me. Robin was out doing god knows what. But lets be honest, he is probably somewhere out cold after almost overdosing himself on opium which he bought from my winnings. I crawled to my stuff and pulled myself up to the bench. I grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. Making myself ready to go home. When the fabric cleared away from my eyesight, I spotted someone I did not want to see. I groaned as he approached me, with a cigarette between his teeth. "That was a good fight" my father began striking up a conversation and threw the end of the cigarette away.
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I didn't answer or even looked at him. Just attached the iron braces around my legs as I continued to ingore him. "Thought you left the leg braces behind you" He continued, but I still ignored him. Robin had now forced me to wear the braces to make my legs stronger to be able to hold my weight without breaking a bone. He was convinced that there was more money to be won with me being able to fight standing up. After securing the braces, I looked up at him and stood up with the help of my cane. I groaned as the pain grew in my leg, like needles pricking and prodding, but I pushed the pain-reaction away before looking at my father. "Get away from me" I warned and took my first step to get away from him. "Theo" he replied, trying to stop me as a hand reached towards me. But I swatted his hand away "fuck off" I snarled. He may think he can help me, but he can't. Because every second my father is around me, could mean one strike with a leather belt. And I had no desire to feel the belt snap against my back again. So that was the reason why I was aggresive towards him. I continued making my way further out of the fighting ring, all the while, I felt my legs begin to shake. I had fought for so many hours, my body had grown tired, especially my legs and noe making the desicion to walk was basically a death sentence. With another step, my legs gave out and I fell forward. But my father was quick and caught me. Unintentionaply I dug my fingers into his shoulders as I hissed in pain. "You're alright" I heard my father from behind me as he pulled me back and swung an arm over his shoulder, "I've got you". I leaned onto him to relief some of the weight from my legs and took a deep sigh. Eventually, he offered to take some rest at the Garrison, which isnt to far from this specific ring.
We sat in silence for a while in the private room in the Garrison. The only sound came from the occasionall shift of our weight on the chairs, or the laughter from the bar side. All that time I had not looked into my father's eyes. Too scared to break this peacefull silence around us. Then suddenly, he spoke up. I could tell for some reason he too had a bit of difficulty to actually breaking the silence. I looked up when he once again cleared his throat to tell me he wanted to show me something. I watched as he grabbed something from the inside of his pocket before sliding it over towards me. I leaned forward to grab the small 3x4cm photo from the table. It was a black and grey photo of a small young baby. The wdges had been crinkled a bit due to being put in and out of pockets and the photo itself had worn down slightly. But other than that it was still a clear photo. I have never seen this particular photo, but I sure as hell knew who the small baby was in it, it was in fact myself. Mother had shown me countless of photos that I knew how I looked when I was an infant. I took my eyes away from the photo in my hands and gazed up to my father "how did you get this?". He sighed and sat back in his chair. In his eyes shined a sparkle when he pulled back the memories. "Your mother sent a letter to me when I was in France, informing me of your birth, and accompanied with it was that photo". A proud smile plastered on his lips as he continued story telling. How he showed the photo to his comrades, to him keeping it in the pocket of his uniform and then in his suits for years and years to come. "You where a chubby baby" he laughed and I rolled my eyes but couldn't actually disagree. Because I infact was a chubby baby. I looked down and smilled at the photo. But then a question popped into my mind. "So what happened?" I asked him. He raised an eyebrow in confusion, not really understanding my question. "Well, you obviously knew I existed. Then what was the reason you never came to find me?". "Theo, you already know the reason" he answered, "no, I don't! All I know is that you recieved a letter as soon as you returned home from the war. But nothing else. I dont even know what that last letter said". With ever passing word, I grew more annoyed and frustrated, "now tell me!". "I don't know what you want, Theo. I already told you everything". But that asnwer wasn't enough for me so I pushed on. "no give me a fucking answer!" I screamed at him, "what was in that last letter!". I saw him snap and with power and anger he stood up, slamming his fist on the table trying to get me under control. "you want to know the truth? Aye?". I followed suit in standing up aswell and now the two of us where in one anothers faces. "Obviously! Or is English not clear enough? You need me to translate it for you?". "As ungratefull as your fucking mother" he scoffed with a disgustfull look in his eyes, "watch your mouth when you are talking about my mother" I growled at him, "fine, you want to know the truth?". I nodded at him, ordering him to tell me. "Being with your mom was the worst desicion on my life". "You should really watch how you are talking about my mom!". "You better take that bass out your voice" he warned me. "Or you'll do what, huh? Break my legs? Blind me?" I questioned at him, "fucking arrogant bastard". Something sparked in his eyes, something deadly "Im not accustomed to being spoke to like that" he snarled, "well you better get used to it, Mr Shelby" I replied, "cause you can't force respect. You have to earn it and you surely haven't earned it from me" I told him and turned around to walk away. I slammed the door from the private booth. I hadn't even arrived at the door when I heard Tommy's voice calles out. Not caring about all the oher patreons as he tried to lessen our argument "I was trying to get on my feet". I chuckled "here we go. Still with your fucking lies!" I loudly exclaimed and turned to face him. "You are being unfair now, son". As quick as I could, I sprung forward and slammed Tommy against the wall of the private booth. Not caring that the Blinders who where present were now ready to shoot when ordered to. "Don't you ever call me fucking son again! You didn't earn that. You don't get to just walk back into my life, like you didn't just threw me aside like that burned up cigarette you tossed aside an hour ago. Are you fucking insane!" I yelled at him, "that's... that's why I'm trying to start over-". "No, I'm done with you" I told him and shook my head, "I am not and will never be your son. Now leave me the hell alone. Before I'll kill you without a minute of thought". I let go off him roughly before ddopping myself to the ground and crawling out the Garrison to get away from him faster.
