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...
I awoke in the warm comforting arms of Thomas who had slept beside me after spending all his time last night talking to me. I gently turned my head that was laying softly upon Thomas's chest and looked up at his sleeping face. I slowly pulled myself up from my laying position and brushed the white cotton sheets off of me allowing myself to sit up and stretch. After sitting for a moment letting my eyes adjust I decided to walk down to the kitchen and have breakfast before getting ready for the day.
As I entered the room I quickly came to realise that the boys were all passed out in Thomas's kitchen. Carefully manoeuvring myself around their sleeping forms on the floor I managed to grab a slice of bread and the jam. I wasn't going to bother toasting the bread, it would be too much effort to try and reach the oven. I turned my back to the lot of them before a set of sloppy footsteps stopped at the doorframe. "Get up you lot" Tommy grumbled as he entered taking a seat on the counter. With a groan all the Shelby's got up and clung to the cabinets for support.
"What happened to you lot?" I raised an eyebrow as they all stumbled to their feet clearly hungover. "We are never doing that again" Arthur held his head with his hand "Annabelle? your out of your room?" John looked towards me as if he was seeing an illusion. "Yeah, im going out in a little bit" I glanced up at the clock on the wallpapered wall and took a bite of my bread and jam. I pushed passed them realising Sam would be here in less than fifteen minutes, "Who's taking you?" John called as I rushed my eating.
"Sam" I murmured through a mouth full of food. I turned out of the kitchen and continued on getting ready before Sam arrived. Luckily I had just made it. Sam knocked on the door as I walked into the quiet foyer of the house. I opened the door and looked him up and down remembering all his features that I hadn't seen in a while. "I know im hot" he winked at me as I gazed at him "Shhh you" I laughed closing the door behind me as I exited the house. It was going to be a fun day.
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It was now three in the afternoon and Sam was walking me back to the Garrison before he made his way home. He wanted to check on his mother before he went back to his cosy apartment. I waved goodbye as I entered through the large doors and made a bee-line for the bar. I took a seat beside Michael and ordered a whisky, id better get used to drinking it since im going to be here for a long time. Michaels head hung low as he stared at the mahogany bench top. "Michael?" I nudged him.
He lifted his gazed up from the table and looked me in the eyes "What's wrong?" I asked sensing he was reluctant to speak. "Nothing..." he tapped his fingers against the bar top. His body language was tense and his gaze kept avoiding mine. "Michael-" I spoke softly "Tell me what going on" I pleaded wanting to help him. A struggle was evident on his face and I could tell that he wasn't sure wether or not he should answer. "Tommy-" he sighed "Tommy what?" I placed a hand on his shoulder trying to comfort him. He shook his head "He's at the whore house... For personal reasons" he hung his head once more.
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