A L I V E❔❕ (tommy Shelby fanfiction)

Chapter 3//

I looked down to my shaking hands, as rose makes eye contact with me, probably noting me messy appearance, and tearstained eyes. Her mouth opens in shock.

"Jesus Christ, Bess, are you ok?" I nod my head, but lean my head against the back cabinet, sliding down the wall, until I'm sitting in the floor. Harry hands me a glass of water, then begins to explain to rose what happened.

She looks fuming, and I can tell she's thinking of doing something stupid.

"I just want to go back to the house, please rose." I beg her.

Her eyes find mine, and hers instantly soften. She nods sympathetically, and she holds out her hand, steadying me whilst i get up.

Harry leans in close to my ear.

"Don't come in tomorrow." Harry says, and I can tell he's pissed. Crap. How have I fucked my new job the first night I got it.

We walk out of the pub, hearing Harry tell everyone to mind their own business, and that the show is over.

When we arrive home, I fall into bed, and arrive into a deep slumber.

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"You need to get out of the house!" Rose says, for the 100th time. I sigh. I'm scared of those men, I really am. I feel safe in the comfort of my home, and feel as though they can't hurt me here.

"Please, for me? You need to talk to Harry anyway." I moan dramatically.

"I don't want to! I'm scared of being fired, and I'm scared of being killed!"

Rose rolls her eyes. "Honestly, Bess, your overthinking this. Their just some stupid little boys who got a hold of there daddy's guns, and decided to show off."

"You should've seen them, Rose! They would've killed someone, and felt nothing! And everyone there was clarly terrified, but they acted like it was normal. I think there's more to them than meets the eye."

She rolled her eyes dramatically.

"Please, Bess? Just, go talk to Harry, just for a few minutes? Please?"

I sigh, letting my eyes drag over to her body which is slouched against the couch, a cigarette in her hand. "You'll stop pestering me if I do?" I ask.

"Yes! Now go talk to Harry."

She walks out of the room, and closes the door hard. I quickly get changed, then cover up my face with a hat. I grab my purse, pull on my boots, and all downstairs, my heels clicking with each step.

"I'll see you soon, Bess." I hear rose say, before I slam the door shut, and make my way down the cobbled roads.

I don't make eye contact with anyone, as I walk quickly down the busy roads. Seeing an alleyway that leads to near the pub, I contemplate going in it. I sigh, and decide that it will be much quicker.

I'm only half way through the alley, when a man appears in front of me, walking the other way. I assure myself it's ok, and that it's just a man on his way to work. I keep my eyes down as I pass him.

Just as I look up, thinking I had passed him, I am pushed against the wall, so that it knocks the breath out of me. I go to scream, but my attacker blocks a hand over my mouth, so that I comes up quiet and wavy sounding.

I thrash about underneath him, thrashing my body in hopes he'll let me go. I raise my leg, and go to kick him where the sun doesn't shine, but he pushes my leg down with his knee, almost as if he was expecting this.

After several minutes, I grow tired of thrashing around, and crumple against him, tears falling down my face.

"Now, im gonna take my hand off your mouth, and your not going to make a sound, ok?" As soon as he says this, i freeze. Shit.

I recognise the voice. The man with the gun at the pub the other day. The reason I was scared to go out. Now look at me.

He removes his hand slowly, and as soon as it's back by his side, I let out an ear piercing screech, causing him to sigh, and put an elbow over my mouth, while digging into his pocket for something. As soon as he pulls it out, it's too late.

Another bloody gun.

I feel my eyes widen, and shrink back in fear. "Please, no, Please." I'm hysterical, I can't stop talking. Hot tears are running down my faces.

He holds the gun to my head, so I feel the cool metal on my scalp.

"I thought I told you to shut up, eh?" He asks, pushing the gun closer to my head.

"If you knew what was good for you, you would shut your mouth, before I blow your fucking brains out." He says, casually. I think he realises I'm shocked, and won't have time to say anything, so he realises the grip from my mouth, and lowers the gun so that it's resting on my stomach.

"I don't like hurting girls, you know. If you would've just done as I asked, we wouldn't if had any tears, or any blood, for that matter."

As soon as he says blood, I become confused. Did he shoot me, and I didn't notice? Was I delusional? Was this what it felt like to die?

I reached up and touch the top of my head, where I can feel a throbbing pain. I feel a small patch of cold wetness. I bring it own to my face, and my eyes widen, it's a deep red colour. Even in the dimmed lights of the alleyway, I can work out it's blood.

"Now, love, you're gonna come with me, not make anymore fuss, and I'll get that scratch fixed for you, hmm, how does that sound?"

I nod quickly, and he puts his arm around to my back, under my coat, so that the gun is secretly resting on me.

"Like I said, I don't like hurting girls," he whispers in my ear,"but that doesn't mean that you would be the first."

He then pulled back, and turns forward, as we walk out of the alleyway, like a loving couple, except I have a gun forced against my back.

Haha I was joking, Tommy's still a dickhead. Any things I could improve, let me know!
Until next time,
May xo

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