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...
Michael and I arrived at the police station and were escorted into a side room where we would be protected. I wasn't here to play games but rather to make a few warnings and make my presence known. Michael paced in circles around the room trying to figure out how he had gotten himself involved in this. "Why didn't you just tell her?" he asked staring at the floor racking his mind for a logical answer "I mean she deserved to know. What if that was your final goodbye to her?" I leaned back in my chair and pulled out a smoke.
"I know for a fact that I will see her again, so I have no need to worry" I puffed out some smoke as I held the cigarette away from me. "You still could have told her something, someone else has probably told her by now and she's going to murder you when you get home" Michael began lecturing me as he continuously paced around me waiting for the officers to come in for the meeting that was going to be held in a few short moments. "They're taking their damn time" I shook my head in disappointment.
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Soon, one after one the men came piling into the room and took their seats around the propped up table and the battered and close to being broken chairs. "Mr Shelby!-" the chief commissioner greeted me as he entered the room taking a seat at the other end of the table. "Would you like to do this the easy way or the hard way?" he asked "I am not here for an interrogation" I stated cooly as he slowly leaned in forwards to threaten me some more. "Have you forgotten that this room is filled with mostly coppers?" I shook my head no.
"Have you forgotten your talking to the leader of the Peaky Blinders?" I puffed some more smoke and watched as the man shrugged "What's that supposed to mean?" "It means half of your coppers are on my pay role" I looked up satisfied with my argument. Stiffening up he composed himself and sat back in his seat clearly agitated with the fact that he knew I was right and they would take my side over his any day. "We have reason to believe that you have been dealing with the Jews" I raised an eyebrow at their accusation.
"And how would that bother you?" I asked making the commissioner rise from his seat and walk around to my chair. "It concerns me because it means your filth is spreading" "Well thats not very nice" I puffed some smoke to the side. "And we are going to get details before you leave. I have also been granted authority to use any means necessary to find out what information we need". After speaking for a while with the lot of them I finally had had enough and stood up to leave. Regrettably I was not being let go so easily.
Michael managed to make it out of the room before the men grabbed him, I was not as fortunate. I was dived on and held down as each of the coppers took turns in beating me until I was smothered in my own blood. My lip was busted, my nose bloodied and my eyes grew tired. I struggled against them trying to stand up and get the hell out of there. Eventually I managed to roll them off and pulled out my gun and pointed it at them as I walked out of the room defending myself.
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Somehow I managed to make my way to Solomons factory were he was busy in his office attending to business as usual. I opened the door without knocking and within an instant he was up on his feet staring at me. "What the bloody hell happened to you?" he walked around his desk and stood in front of me examining my injuries. "Fuck Tom, you look like shit" I whipped the blood dripping from my nose and stared in a daze "I feel like it to". "The police are cracking down on all underground business" he placed his hands on his hips and looked at the floor.
"Well id like to see em catch us" he chuckled as I began shifting in and out of consciousness. Unbeknownst to me I had hit my head a little too hard on the floor at the police station and was now bleeding through a gash at the back of my head. "Tom?" "Don't tell Annabelle" was all I managed to say before my legs gave out on me and I fainted falling to the floor. Alfie quickly summoned his right hand man too call an ambulance and now I was the one being taken to hospital.
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I felt my body shake as I laid on the stretcher unable to move, completely exhausted from trying to defend myself before the police bashed me to death. I could still feel the blood trickling down the side of my head and now from my split lip. I am happy with my decision not to tell Annabelle. She doesn't need to see me like this and she doesn't need to get involved in something as dangerous as this. I could hear the sound of people talking as they loaded me into the ambulance and I eventually blacked out.
An hour later I awoke in the hospital still in the clothes I was wearing before and all my belongings on the side table. I could hear doctors speaking with a women outside, who I couldn't figure out just yet. My ears rung as I sat up grunting at the noise snapping the womens attention to me. She rushed into the room and took my hand "Tommy are you awake properly?" it was Polly. "How is she?" I questioned slowly opening my eyes letting the light burn my eyes "She's pissed" I couldn't help but chuckle even if it did make my ribs ache.
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"When will you be coming home?" she watched me searching for any signs that I was going to slip back into my deep sleep to avoid the pain I was in. I don't think I will be getting out of here anytime soon if im being honest" I groaned trying to shift into a more comfortable position. "Jesus christ-" she cursed standing "I don't know why you did this Tom but you better get well again soon because she needs you" Poll placed a hand on my shoulder and have me a squeeze before saying goodbye and making her way back to my house to look after Annabelle. Maybe this wasn't such a bright idea after all.
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