Barefeet, scars, sweat, tears, and blood. That was all she knew until she finally, finally got away.
Thomas Shelby x OC
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September 7th, 1896
Age: 5
Small Heath, Birmingham, England
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Small Heath wasn't a popular place, in fact, it was a shit place, but it was home. Home to the woman who worked in a tailor shop, home to the man who cared for a few horses and home to the little girl who play on the sidewalk. Soleil was her name, a healthy honey skin toned girl with big dark curls, her eyes like the earth she stood upon, a mixture of browns, she was very beautiful and would be even more once she grew.
The day it happened, was the worse day for Anastasia Jesus. Soleil sat upon the sidewalk just outside of her home, drawing anything that came to her little mind with chalk she was gifted from her mother. People pass by not acknowledging her, but also stepping around the girl as to not be rude. But as the people passed by her only one stopped.
Soleil paused in the curve of drawing the sun, her brown eyes slowly moved from the expensive blue heels to an equally expensive white and blue dress, onto a beautiful face. Bright green eyes shined down on the girl, deception and cruelty hidden behind the face smile she forced onto her face.
Her blonde hair styled to perfection, not a strand in sight.
"Why, hello there" the woman's thick accent, made Soleil eye twitch slightly. She's never in her life heard anything so....so.....off. Sure she couldn't understand the Irish fellow who lived a few blocks away, but even his voice sounded much better than-that.
The woman bend down in front of Soleil and held her hand out, her white glove encrusted with jewels and lace. "My name is Isadora James, would you tell me yours little lady?" she asked, but he sounded more of a demand to Soleil. Soleil glanced at the hand before looking back to the lady. "My papa told me never to talk to stranger or give them my name. Sorry ma'am" she stood up leaving the chalk there and began backing away before running off.
Green eyes dripped with anger and venom as she glared at the retreating figure. "Fuck, a few grand slipping right through my hands" she mumbled to herself. Though there were other children around that could give her enough if she sold them, but her eyes landed on Soleil and she made it her mission to get that girl, no matter what.
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"Soleil, where have you been? I sent little Arthur out to find you an hour ago" her mother called from the kitchen of her best friend. "Sorry, mum. I was near home drawing" she confessed as she pulled off her coat and threw it onto the chair near by. Getting a playful glare from Polly, Soleil smiled sheepishly before running to her mum, hugging around her waist.
Anastasia kissed her daughter head before pushing her off gently. "Ada's upstairs, go play with her while I finish helping, Ms. Shelby cook" Soleil pouted, but nodded and carried her little feet upstairs.
As Soleil feet made it to the top, she walk to the hall, stopping mid step, to her left was Thomas Shelby with Arthur Shelby, both whispering about something. Arthur did a double take as he spotted Soleil, "what you looking at?" he glared at the five year old. Soleil frowned "trying to figure out if your suppose to be that bloody ugly" she crossed her tiny arms together.
"Brat!" he lunged after her. Squealing, she ducked under him and ran inside of the room where Thomas was laughing. Slipping and falling, Arthur groaned and pushed himself up and began to attack again. Soleil held onto Thomas as Arthur tried to pull her off, once free, he began tickling her as she wiggled and reached for Thomas. "Help me, Tommy" she giggled.
His blue eyes shined in amusement, "you brought this on yourself" he chuckled. "NO!" she laughed, landing an accidental kick in an place not meant to be hit, Arthur dropped her on the bed with a groan, as he held his crotch.
Soleil giggled as she watched the nine year old slowly fall. "Sorry, Artie" Thomas shook his head at his brother. "Beaten by a girl again, brother" Thomas
