Beauty and The Beast- Arthur Shelby x OC || Peaky Blinders

I : II

Roisin didn't bat an eye when John said Arthur was taking her to the Shelby Home on Watery Lane. She didn't question it either and it was not like she had much to pack. Since her uncle gained responsibility over her years ago he had sold almost everything she had that was worth any value and her dresses were cheaply made and tough. Workers clothes. She was nothing but a scullery maid who did all the baking as well.

She had to learn quickly though after her accident. When her sight was taken away due to an acid attack.

Her uncle had spent all her inheritance to pay his debts and took her things as well but he was a man with a problem and his creditors felt they deserved to be paid what they were owed upfront. He didn't listen.

Roisin paid the price for it.

Being blind was still somewhat new. She was sixteen when the creditors came to her papa's home and broke down the door. Only sixteen when they dragged her out of her bed in nothing but her thin cotton nightgown and pinned her to the floor of the parlor using her as a means to get back at her uncle who made it clear long ago that he did not care for her in the slightest. She was not right in the head. She was slow and stupid and odd and the only reason she wasn't locked up in the looney bin was because her father's will stated in order for her uncle to have access to his estate, Roisin was to be cared for in a manner fit of a young well-bred lady. Funny head or not.

He let those men hurt her. He never cared and she never forgave him for what he let happen.

Roisin had only been sixteen when those men poured acid onto her face and laughed about her squealing and painful screams.

"Oink! Oink!" They had mocked her.

Roisin had only been blind for two years. She was still learning to get along and still burst into tears about the pain she was in when the learning process bit her in the arse. She was never honestly good with pain but she had long since resigned herself to it.

John took her hand and led her to her bedroom when she didn't move. "Come on, let's get you packed," He said.

"It's on the left," She said.

John nodded and opened the door. He came up short when he saw there was a thin mattress on the ground with a threadbare brown blanket with several holes in it. His brows furrowed when he took stock of the fact she had a dresser with two drawers. She went to it, feeling around, and opened it.

"No," John said the moment he saw the dresses she pulled out. She frowned.

"No?"

"Those are shite," John stated.

"But they're my clothes," Roisin mumbled hoarsely, lip beginning to wobble.

"And their fuckin' shite!" John snapped. "You ain't wearing those."

"They're my only clothes..." Roisin didn't understand what was so wrong with them. She knew they were a bit worn but that's because she worked in them and wore them a lot.

He pushed the drawer shut, grabbing her hand. "I'll buy you new ones, Butterfly. Pretty dresses. Dresses that ain't full of holes and burn stains."

"Why?"

"Because I fuckin' can. Come on, Luv. Let's go."

She let him lead her out and down the stairs and out of the shop. She didn't say anything when he ushered her down the street and to what she presumed might have been their car.

"Where's her fookin' luggage?" Arthur grumbled.

"She ain't got any."

"What?"