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enchanted chapter 42, christmas day horror.
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Rory had woken up earlier than everyone else and stepped over Lottie and Freya who had got to John's late last night to be able to spend Christmas with them. She had taken herself outside with her easel, paint and a new canvas after brushing her teeth, still dressed in her pyjamas.
She was situated not too far from the back door but far enough to overlook the field where she was staring at it waiting to paint it.
She had no idea how much time had passed but she had ran out of paint so stood up to get some more when she heard before saw Esme arguing with someone which made her run slightly to see what was going on.
"Tell Tommy Shelby we can take care of ourselves," she saw Esme burst through the front door and seethed in Michael's face.
"Tommy says they could come for us today?" Michael sighed.
"Tommy says, Tommy says," Esme shouted. "Are you his fucking parrot? These kids want a normal Christmas with their dad and brother."
"Look, it's the mafia, alright? It's the New York mafia we're taking about," Michael tried to persuade John over the top of Esme.
"And we're the Peaky fucking Blinders," John swung his gun over his shoulder arrogantly.
"No we're not. We're not the Peaky fucking Blinders unless we're together," Michael protested.
All of the commotion had woken Eve, Lottie and Freya up and they began walking down the stairs."what's going on? It's Christmas fucking day," Eve asked yawning.
"You were together on the gallows, remember? With one man missing," Esme snapped.
As Rory made it around the corner she looked at the road as she heard the sound of hooves approaching. Her love of horses meant she would always look for them, but she was beginning to regret her decision when she finally saw what was coming towards them. She watched as three men emerged from the hay barrels that the horses were drawing. Each one of them were armed with guns.
"Dad!" she screamed. "Dad!" pointing behind him at the men.
"Esme, Eve, get in the house" he told them before shouting up at Rory. "Get behind something."
She had frozen in fear, standing and staring at the scene unfold not knowing whether Evelyn and Esme were safe or what would happen next.
The blonde had watched both her dad and second cousin fall to the floor having been shot numerous times. Without thinking she ran over to her dad not caring that she would get shot she needed to know her dad wouldn't die.
She got to her dad before Esme and laid her head on his chest finding a faint heartbeat which filled her with some hope that he would make it.
"Dad, you're okay. You're going to be okay. Eve call an ambulance," she shouted through broken sobs at the girl who was already on the phone.
"Stay awake, come on talk to me," she begged.
"Ro?" he croaked and she smiled. "You're going to be fine," she said trying to convince herself and him.
"I love you, remember that," he said as his breathing and heart beat decreased.
"I love you too but tell me tomorrow, okay?" she replied sniffling.
Using all the energy he had left in his body, John slowly raised his hand up to her cheek and rubbed his thumb across it, removing the tears that were constantly falling. His lips turned up at the corners as he gave her one last smile before his heart gave up and his body slumped making her sob even harder and let out a scream.
Esme had come up beside the heartbroken girl. "Go inside, check on the kids, please?" she asked and Rory nodded and reluctantly got up.
Eve had checked on Michael after ringing the ambulance's which were minutes away. They could hear the sirens.
Rory turned to look at Freya and Eve checking on Michael, she looked at the scene in front of her. Her dad, laying dead on their doorstep and Michael laid in his own blood. She felt sick. She was going to be sick. "Come on," Lottie whispered, sniffling as the rubbed the blonde's back.
"I'm going to be sick," she whispered.
Once she had wiped her mouth she ran upstairs to see Katie and Alice standing at Katie's bedroom window. "Is he dead?" Katie asked.
"I uh- I don't know, the ambulance is coming but I don't know if they're too late or not," she replied looking down.
Neither of the three girls said anything as they sat on Katie's bed, Rory in the middle, Katie and Alice resting their heads on her shoulders as the three of them silently sobbed waiting for someone to come tell them John and Michael would be okay but they knew, they knew deep down their dad was dead.
James had come in with Mason on his arms having just woken up due to Mason crying. "What's happened?" he asked seeing the heartbroken look on their faces and tears streaming down their faces.
"Dad got shot," Rory replied, her voice hoarse from the crying.
She wordlessly stood up and made her way down to the phone.
"I fucking hate you Thomas Michael Shelby. This is all your fault," she said, voice cracking.
"What's my fault? Rory what's happened?" Tommy asked on the other end of the phone call.
"My dad and Michael could be dead because of you. Because you had to get involved with the fucking mafia and now look what's happened; your wife's dead, your brother could be dead, cousin could be dead. All because of you," she spat before hanging up the phone.
She had sat in front of the Christmas tree where the painting she had made for her dad was sat and looked over it. She jumped when Esme came back in, hair sticking up everywhere and the same heartbroken look on her face that mirrored her daughter's. "Ambulance have taken them, they said they'd ring," Esme told her.
"I can't stay here anymore, Rory," she admitted and Rory's heart shattered.
"What? What do you mean?" she asked.
Esme sat in the chair in front of Rory her hand over her eyes, sighing, "I can't stay near this family anymore, Rory I can't lose any more of my family, come with me."
"I can't just leave, Esme. I have Isaiah, Eve, the twins, Lottie" Rory remarked harshly watching as Esme flinched when she called her by her name instead of mum.
"You're not going to lose me you know, I'm always going to be there for you and Eve. If you ever need me tell Johnny dogs and he'll lead you straight to me," she told her.
Rory sighed, "Take them and keep them safe."
"I will," Esme told her, sitting in the floor next to her pulling her into her side as they cried again.
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Wish it was a happy ending for them but as much as I love Rory and John it's time to let them go, I really am sorry 💔 my own heart broke writing this and the next few chapters actually, I won't lie.
