Peaky Blinders. One shot and imagines

The lost Shelby - Part 2 - Polly x Tommy x Reader

"Well........?" Polly asked anxiously, as Tommy made his way into the sitting room; seeming to ignore his aunt as he slowly walked over to a small, lacquered table and took a cigarette from the silver and wood box, that sat atop it.

"Tommy.........?!"

"They haven't seen her since tha term ended at tha beginning of tha week. Tha headmistress asked her if she was comin home, and (Y/n) told her that she had no home.........." Tommy finally replied, as he picked up the lighter and ignited the tobacco in the cigarette.

"Ya mean they didn't stop her......they didn't try and call? They just let that girl leave........?" Polly asked in disbelief, as she got to her feet. There an accusing tone in her voice that he knew was telling him that all this was his fault, and she would be right. The fact that his little sister thought she had no home to go to, was all his fault; but what he had done, he had done for the best of reasons. Well, that was what he had always told himself.

When he, Arthur and John had returned from the war, they had come home to find that the little (Y/n) was the smartest, yet the wildest little creature you could imagine. Her days spent mostly with the gypsy's that would come and camp near Small Heath, during those long years; that she would avoid school and explore the countryside until night began to fall, getting herself into all manner of mischief. Yet as much as it was obvious that (Y/n) enjoyed her youth, Tommy was determined that she would have a better life than the one he could imagine lay ahead of her, if he allowed this to continue. That sooner or later she would end up pregnant to some unworthy boy or young man; that she would have to marry him, and it would crush her spirit; either that, or her husband would crush it with his fists, and his little sister deserved more than that; she deserved a chance. She deserved the opportunity to get out of Small Heath, to get out of Birmingham. The opportunity to not have to be involved, in one way or another, with the business, as she grew. To not have to worry about the coppers and their rivals knocking on the door or being used by some bastard to get at her family. She was worthy of the break that none of the rest of them had had, and now that he could afford it, he was going to do it all. He was going to send her away from all the trouble to the best schools he could find; to have her properly educated and turned into a lady. And since the day that she had left, he had made sure that she had always had everything she could need; even setting up a trust fund that upon her next birthday would ensure that she was a very wealthy young woman. Yet the one thing that he had not given her, was her siblings and aunt; Tommy wanting to put as much distance between (Y/n) and the family reputation as he could. The letters that once used to be sent, the trips back to Birmingham for holidays, eventually stopping as his sister had got older. And though he had come to regret it, if it meant that (Y/n) would have the best life possible because of his actions, he would do it all over again. Not that he thought Polly would allow it, again; but now it was too late for regret and blame. And if his aunt had still not forgiven him for sending (Y/n) away from her, she never would do now.

He had known how hard it had been on Polly, as she had watched the train take (Y/n) away. It like losing Michael and Anna, all over again. Polly not wanting to talk to him for weeks. Arguments always ensuing when they would speak about (Y/n). And now, after all the years of being apart, when she finally thought she might get the chance to see her little girl again, (Y/n) had gone missing. Tommy not about to deny her, her anger at the situation.

"Well........where is she.........?" Arthur asked, as he and John joined their brother and aunt in the sitting room. Polly just glaring at Tommy, as he butted out his cigarette in the heavy, cut glass ashtray.

"Ask ya brother........All that money on those posh fuckin schools, and they just let her leave without so much as a word........"

"They were goin ta call.........." Tommy interjected, as he turned to look at his family.

"But (Y/n) told them that someone would be meeting her at the train station, and they didn't question it. They had no reason ta doubt her word.........."

"But no one was meeting her, were they Tommy? There was no one waiting for her ta bring her home. And whose fault is all that......huh? Whose fault is it that (Y/n) didn't feel as though she had a family or a home ta come back to, hmmmm? I will tell ya whose fault it is......your fuckin fault. Now ya baby sister is God only knows where, all alone......." Polly hissed, as she strode over to stand in front of her nephew. Arthur and John only able to look at one another, knowing it was best to not come between their aunt and brother whenever it came to (Y/n). Not that either of them disagreed with their aunt, neither of them having wanted their little sister sent away in the first place; but Tommy always got his way, and they knew that Polly was tough enough to stand her own ground on this subject.

"You sent that child away from everyone that she knew and loved. You took her family from her; the child I saw as a daughter, from me. So, I will tell you what you are going ta do, Tommy. You are going ta go out there and find her. I don't care where she is, you are going ta find her and bring her home ta her family. And then you better hope and she and I are nice enough ta forgive ya for what ya did........." The tone of Polly's words leaving no doubt in any of her nephew's minds that that was not a request, but an order. Tommy just nodding slowly, before his aunt gave him one last fury filled glare and left the room: slamming the heavy door behind her.