When Annabelle, a young eighteen year old is sent to her grandmothers attic to fetch something she discovers some old photographs and newspaper clippings from 1919. The dates go back to when her grandmother was a child and lived out her own teenag...
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Annabelle had been picked up by Polly who was absolutely devastated when she saw the state of the library right after my little rampage. I let a sigh escape as I rubbed my temples. Everyone was correct in saying I had no right to go in and terrorise the people in the library or Annabelle but I couldn't help but feel as if I had to. A territorial instinct flooded over me and mixed with a few whiskeys I don't think was the worst outcome. The door to my office opened and closed harshly, John stood in the centre of the room pacing as his thoughts raced.
"What the bloody hell did you do that for!?" he barked at me "John I know I overstepped my mark I don't think I need your input. John shook his head and slammed his hands down on the table "Look im supposed to be bringing you a message so im just going to tell you and leave". John was disgusted with my reckless behaviour. "Poll is keeping Annabelle at her house and doesn't want to see you even close to Annabelle until she deems it safe" he stood tall and walked out the same door her entered.
Annabelles P.o.v.
I walked into the house with Ada and Polly by my side, I was still trying to comprehend what just happened. "Take a seat here" Polly motioned towards a comfortable looking blue lounge chair. "Where are the boys?" I asked knowing that Michael and John should be here. Arthur was at the Garrison taking care of business. They're in the kitchen" Ada took a seat beside me and wrapped a blanket around my shoulders. By now everyone had heard about what had happened and it wouldn't be long before word spread. "I'll go get them" Polly walked off to fetch the boys.
One by one they entered the room and took their seats around the fireplace sharing knowing glances at each other before addressing me. "How are you feeling?" John asked cautiously "Im fine, im just a little jumpy is all". The front door slammed shut as the cold air entered the room sending me leaping out of my seat. "Finn careful mate!" John called as I took a breath and sat back down. "Im sorry" he took his cap off and took a seat beside me "Im okay" I laughed it off. The room was quiet and the air was stiff as everyone was in shock at the vicious turn Thomas had taken today.
The boys and I had spent a good few hours talking about what had happened and trying to change the mood into something a little more positive. "I think im going to go to bed" I whispered to Ada who was falling asleep on the lounge "See you in the morning" she yawned. I walked out towards the back of the house near the staircase but took a turn around to the back door and gently unlocked the door.
I walked around the front of the house after closing the door behind me and began on my journey to the betting shop. If anyone was going to have a word with Thomas it would be me. I wasn't going to let him treat me like trash or have anyone else be treated the way I had been. Continuing down my path I made sure to stay in the shadows so that I wouldn't draw attention to myself. After todays public dispute with Tom I don't think anyone would be willing to approach me.
John's P.o.v.
I sat in the upstairs window and watched as Annabelle made her way around the front of the house the same way that I used to when I would sneak out to go drinking. Only I don't think Annabelle is thinking of drinking tonight. I smoked my cigar and looked over at Finn who was sitting across from me. "I can't go after her" I puffed out some smoke. "Whys that?" Finn questioned "Because she's going to Tommy and he'll kill me if he sees the two of us alone" Finn nodded his head understanding. "I'll go" he grabbed his coat and walked out the door.
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Finn walked down the carpeted staircase and was pulled up by Ada as he put his hat on "Where are you going?" she asked sleepily. "Just going to the Garrison to check on Arthur. He isn't home yet" "Okay don't be too late" she murmered before allowing him to leave the house. Finn followed her undetected until he realised she was going straight into the betting shop where Tommy was working late and quickly hid outside and waited until she came back out again. Who knew how long that would take.
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Thomas's P.o.v
Someone knocked on the door to my work office lightly putting me in a daze. No one had been knocking on the door lightly today, not after what I did. It must have been one of the Peaky boys. I opened the door and to my shock and surprise an upset looking Annabelle stood in the doorway. "Thomas we need to talk" she walked in and took a seat behind my desk. I raised my eyebrows at the amount of attitude she had right now. I close the door and took a seat leaning on the desk.
"I don't know why you didn't just talk to me if you had a problem" stood and looked down upon me "Annabelle I-". She cut me off with a slap to the face. I could feel the sting making me wince internally. There was no point in getting mad at her because I deserved this big time. "Annabelle are you okay?" I asked growing concerned at the tears welling up in her eyes. She had finally cracked after an entire day of bottling it in. I placed my arms around her softly and pulled her close embracing her in a hug. I was behind her now and resting my head on her shoulder.
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"I don't want to go through this again" she spoke as she stared at the floor. I tightened my grip around her as she started crying. I couldn't believe I had managed to cause this much anger and pain that she had forced herself to keep everything bottled up. "This will be the first and last time" I spoke turning her around and brushing her hair out of her face. "I won't let it happen again" I placed a small kiss on top of her head.
