"Why the fuck have you got blood on your shirt?" Chelsea shouted, grabbing her father's arm and twisting his arm around, staring at the small splat of blood on his top.
"It's nothing." Tommy said, pulling his arm away from his daughter's hand, "How's your knuckles? You almost knocked Arthur out with that one."
Chelsea rolled her eyes at her father's smirk, "I'm not proud of it, okay? I'm just scared for him."
"You haven't been in a fight in a long while." Tommy commented, the smirk still lingering on his face, "Have to let some steam out did you? Back to your old ways-"
Chelsea stared at her father in shock, "Shut the fuck up."
She turned away and walked off, leaving Tommy standing there in confusion. He turned to Lizzie and saw her looking at him in disappointment, "The fuck did I say?"
"For God sake, Thomas." Lizzie sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, "She doesn't want to go back to her old ways. Shes a mother now-did you not listen to her when she said she doesn't want to become Annie?"
"Yeah-how did you know she said that?"
"She told me." Lizzie said, staring at Chelsea who had just downed a glass of whiskey and was now taking in a deep shallow breaths, "She doesn't want to be violent, she's forgotten about it until you've just brought it back up! She's scared, Tommy. She's not the girl who doesn't have a care in the world now, she's a woman who has two lives to protect."
Tommy looked away from his wife and back at his daughter, who had one hand over her chest and was trying to control her breathing.
Tommy hurried over to her and took her hands, steering them away from the crowds and walking into a small walk way that wasn't visible to the others.
"Hey," Tommy said, gripping his daughter's face, "Look at me."
Chelsea managed to look up at her father and felt the tears burning her eyes, "I don't want to be that person. I don't want to be violent, I don't want my children to know i'm a murderer! I don't want them to know that I killed my own mother!"
"Chelsea!" Tommy shouted, tightening the grip on her face to stop her from shaking her head, "You're kids are going to love you no matter what, you loved me, didn't you?"
Chelsea let those words sink in until they were the only things she could hear. When she found out her father killed people, she was angry, she felt sick to her stomach, but after a while she realised why he did it. He did it out of a love.
"Exactly." Tommy said, seeing his the realisation painted on his daughter's face, "You're a wonderful mother, Chelsea. Your children love you more than anything in the world."
"I don't want them to hate me." Chelsea said, closing her eyes and letting a single tear slide down her cheek.
"They don't hate you." Tommy said, wiping the tear away, "Now, pull yourself together. You're my daughter and I can't do any of this shit without you, understand? You're my greatest companion."
Chelsea felt a small smile creeping onto her lips and a slight chuckle left her mouth, making Tommy's shoulders relax when he saw his daughter calming down, "You hated that title when I first said it." Chelsea said, tilting her head.
Tommy shrugged, "That was because I never understood how much I need my daughter."
Chelsea smiled at him and watched as he lifted his arm and waited for her. Slowly, Chelsea lifted her hand and placed it in the crook of his elbow.
"Now, let's go and deal with these fuckers for one night, we can do that."
"If I haven't murdered them by the end of the night, a miracle has taken place."
