The Wicked Game [ Peaky Blinders Fan Fiction ] [#wattys2018]

Pawns

Anna couldn't sleep. She kept moving and turning round. She tried counting seeps or shutting down her mind but neither of the two worked. Francis was right the basement wasn't as bad, it was clean, and the bed was comfortable enough, she had been through worst anyway. There were no windows and the space were small, but she was grateful she hadn't come face to face with a mouse yet. She kept wondering what she had gotten herself into, she was in her enemy's house counting seeps to fall asleep and she was pretty sure that if she tried to run her life would be over just as quick. For some reason he had chosen to keep her here and, in a way, she was grateful but how much longer would that kindness of his last and what if he had something plan that she hadn't calculated yet. Sure, she was smart, and she was prepared for almost every outcome, but she was still dealing with one of the most unpredictable men in Birmingham. There was only so much you could predict with him. All these thoughts and more were keeping her up while the night was growing longer. She decided to give up trying.

She got up and held on the doorknob, a part of her was hesitating to go upstairs but if she stayed down there, she was scared she'd go insane before she had the time to do anything. She walked up the stairs as silently as she could, she didn't want to wake anybody. Her bare feet were cold against the floor and her heart was beating nervously as she reached the main floor. There was only a small light on the living room table which she followed. "Where do you have your treasures Shelby" she wondered under her breath. She went in the kitchen to find the cupboard with the glasses and opened it slowly, the glasses were a bit too high for her. She stood in her tip toes trying to reach one of them but in the darkness, she calculated it wrong and the glass dropped on the floor, breaking with a bang. The scary sound was followed by the running steps of Thomas, Anna turned to the door and sure enough he was there, his chest bare, holding a gun and aiming at her.

She raised her hands "Sorry" she said quickly and looked at the floor. Tommy left his gun on a table and lit up a light. Anna lowered her body and started picking up the glasses on her palm, the big ones at least. "I just wanted a drink. I'll clean it- "

"You're bleeding!"

She hadn't even realized that she had cut her foot. There was a scar in her leg probably caused by falling glass. She reached for a napkin from the table and bowed to wipe the blood.

"Why were you up?"

"I told you I just wanted a drink!"

She got up and started picking the pieces again but- "Leave it! Francis will do it in the morning, go back to bed!"

"actually, I still want that drink- "

"go inside! I'll bring it, I don't need you breaking anything else!"

Anna walked carefully out of the kitchen and sat on the couch. A little later Thomas came in and handed her a drink along with a couple of napkins, he was holding one for himself as well. He sat next to her and they didn't really say anything at first, they just drank down their sorrows. "sorry about the glass" she whispered. Tommy nodded. She looked at her glass, stroke her finger on it. "do you have a plan or are you just improvising?" when she turned to look at him, he had a cigarette in his mouth, she wondered where the hell he was hiding them. Even thought he might have them in his underwear or something.

"what sort of plan do you mean?"

"I want to know what you are planning on doing with me. Are you gonna tell my brother I am here and wait for him to come? Are you gonna ask for an exchange?"

"I don't know" he said simply and sighed "I'm still debating whether I should just kill you or not."

"at least you are honest"