Two Friends have recently arrived back in Birmingham, both trying to create a new life for themselves in style and riches. Jazz clubs and nightlife are typical scenes to them until one night they bump into the Shelby's.
Both the girls wish for a...
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Emilio wasn't too bad, I mean I hardly saw him, I didn't even share a bed with him. He hadn't touched, hardly looked at me, and was practically never in. It was rather lonely, he lived in a large townhouse near Notting Hill. He lived alone, nobody ever visited apart from the maid who would come once a day for an hour to clean the house. Emilio refused to even touch me till the wedding, which seemed to be looming closer. We moved it two months ahead, so now it was only three months away. The thought of being married to Emilio gave me twists in my stomach, most nights he would be at his uncle's nightclub doing god knows what, during the day he was doing deals, fighting, and ruining lives. I would have to spend the rest of my life locked away in this townhouse. I could already feel the effect, each day I was putting on more weight and nothing seemed to be slowing it down.
Two loud knocks came from the front door. That must be the maid. Walking towards the door. Opening the door. To my surprise it wasn't the maid, but Tommy. He had my fur coat in his hand and a sorrowful look on his face. "I brought your clothes back..." he muttered, handing me my fur coat. Shock filled me, I hoped he had come to rescue me from Emilio, but I guess not. "The rest of your stuff is in the motor" Peering past him he had brought the motor, but nobody wanted me back. Tommy walked away to the motor, grabbing bags of clothes from the back, he went to open the boot. From a distance, I could see he had stopped what he was doing.
"What is it?" I yelled over at him.
"Freya-" Tommy yelled.
What?! Rushing over to the boot of the car my heart skipped a beat when I saw Freya curled up in the boot with a grin spread across her face. "Hi...you." She smiled sitting up.
"Hi..." I giggled as I helped her out of the boot, Tommy looked pissed. Like really pissed.
His voice trembled with anger as he grabbed Freya's arm, "I thought I told you to stay at fucking home-"
"Wait..." I laughed, "So you have been crammed in that boot since Birmingham?"
She smiled and giggled back, "Yeah..."
Looking back at the house, I knew I couldn't leave. If I did it would cause a war. But Emilio wasn't in so...
"Come-" Taking both Freya and Tommy's hands I dragged them into the house. Walking into the living room I looked at the old grandfather clock to check the time. Emilio wouldn't be back for at least another couple of hours. Both Freya and Tommy were awkwardly sitting on the sofa, Tommy was already lighting a cigarette and Freya was inspecting the living room.
"I'm sorry...for hitting you," Freya muttered, turning around to face her I felt shocked. It was my fault she hit me at the end of the day.
"Sorry for being a bitch," I smiled as I sat on the couch opposite them.
"So ...what's Emilio like?" Tommy's voice was cold and emotionless like usual, but for once he was looking at me with sorrow in his eyes.
"It's lonely," I murmured, "I miss all of you guys...even John."
"He doesn't miss you." Freya laughed.
I smiled as I fidgeted with the bottom of my skirt, "Did you read my letter?"
"Yeah." Tommy murmured, "I can assure you I won't be coming to your wedding...might end up shooting the groom."
"Oh please just do it." I laughed.
"Does he treat you well?" Freya asked, "I mean you look well."
"I mean everything is fine...although" I fiddled with the bottom of my dress, embarrassment filling me.
"He better not fucking hit you-" Tommy put out his cigarette, stubbing it on the half-full ashtray on the coffee table.
I rolled my eyes, "He doesn't hit me...I never fucking see him-"
Freya sat up, looking confused, "So what is it then?"
"Nothing...I just feel the stress hitting me," I sigh, "I mean every day is the same, I never speak to anyone and I'm putting on a ton of weight and nothing is stopping me. I mean I'm hardly eating-! And it just keeps pilling on and on and-"
Tommy interrupted me, leaning forward on the sofa, "Have you considered that you might be pregnant?"
As soon as he said this Freya and I both laughed, but the laughter soon died down when the seriousness hit. "No...I can't be" I muttered, taking a crumpled packet of cigarettes out of my pocket I lit one up and stayed silent for a moment thinking of the possibilities.
"Have you slept with him?" Freya asked, rolling her eyes at the cigarette I had lit.
"No-" I giggled, "he won't touch me...not until the wedding day," Taking the cigarette away from my mouth I blew smoke, "So I'm telling you it is stress."
"So you haven't slept with anyone?" Freya asked.
I fell silent. No. It couldn't be. It was only once. My eyes fell on Tommy, his icy blue eyes fell on mine. We locked eye contact. It was about a month ago now, after the announcement of the marriage with Emilio. I couldn't help myself, I was lonely and not thinking straight.
Freya had clicked on, "Jesus Christ...you two didn't...did you?" She looked in disgust at both me and Tommy, shaking her head. Tommy stayed silent.
"It was only once-!" I exclaimed, "And everyone knows you don't get pregnant the first time-"
"Who told you that?" Freya exclaimed, "That's bullshit!" Standing up, she stormed over to me. In one quick movement, she plucked the cigarette out of my mouth, chucking it onto the floor and stubbing it out under her shoe.
"Tommy told me that!" I yelled back, standing up so that I was level with Freya.
Tommy also stood up, trying to justify himself he exclaimed, "I never said that I was just trying to reassure her she wouldn't get pregnant-"
"And that worked didn't it!" Freya walked up to him, pointing to me, "For all we know she could be carrying your child."
"Nah... it's just stress," I muttered.
"When was the last time you had a period-!" Freya yelled, pacing back to me.
Pausing I stopped to think, "I dunno...like...seven or...eight weeks ago."
"Then I doubt its fucking stress-!" Freya yelled.
Suddenly the front door slammed, it was probably the maid. Even still if I was caught with Tommy or Freya then I would be dead. "Bonnie-!" Shouted the familiar voice of Emilio from the hallway, "Are you in?"
