Cruel To Be Kind - Peaky Blinders Fanfiction

Part 1 - The Blood That Sleeps

This is a Tommy/OC story because I couldn't and I mean I could NOT stand Grace. I really, really hate her.

My face claim for Elsie is Eleanor Tomlinson as seen in the picture above.

For the sake of my story - it will start a couple of weeks after the First World War ended. I will also be changing the timeline of the story - so the plot that happens in the TV show will happen, but later on in the year (it will be obvious with all the changes so please bear with me).

This story starts late November/early December of 1918 - Please enjoy the story xx

Comet96 xx

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I'm currently editing this piece of work - when I mean editing, I mean I'll be adapting the story and plot, and I will be checking for grammar and spelling mistakes, but I may miss some as my main focus is on shaping the story so it flows well before I continue adding more chapters. I am sorry if it takes a while, but I do hope you'll all be patient with me.

I would recommend re-reading each new edited chapter as there may be changes that would fit in with future chapter and future edits.

Thank you for your time and I hope you enjoy.

If you do have any problems or any suggestions, please let me know.

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Edited: 17-08-19

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The wind was whipping through my hair as I ran through the streets. I knew I shouldn't have left Donnie there, but I couldn't move him on my own. He needed medical help and I couldn't give that to him at the docks. The Garrison was the place to go, Harry would help me.

Turning the corner, the pub came into view and I picked up the pace, ignoring the looks I was receiving. I had no time to worry about what they thought of me. I knew I looked a mess with blood staining my peach dress and my hair falling out of my braid. My face was streaked with tears and blood, but I didn't care. Donnie needed help.

Pushing against the pub doors I overlooked the stares the drinking men gave me as I rushed to the bar where Harry stood.

"Jesus, Elsie! What happened?" Harry exclaimed, dropping the white rag he was holding as he rushed around the bar, taking my hand in his as he stood before me. I watched as his eyes took in my clothes, looking for any sign of injury. His hand came up to run lightly over the cut and bruise on my forehead.

"Robbie and the boys beat Donnie. I left him by the docks, Harry." I blinked quickly, bringing my hand up to my face to wipe away the tears as I looked at the older man. "I left him by the docks," I whispered the fear of Donnie dying now setting in. How could I have left him there?

He could have died by now or Robbie and his boys could have gone back for him.

"It's okay, Elsie," Harry said, bringing his hands to my face as he wiped away my tears giving me a tight smile. "We'll sort it out. Daniel, Edward, go to the docks and bring Donnie back here. Charlie, run and get a doctor," Harry ordered three of the younger lads, all of them jumping out of their seats and doing as the older man said.

"No. No doctors," I called out, stopping Charlie from leaving. We didn't need a doctor, Mah-mee would heal Donnie as soon as we got back to the farm. We also didn't need to draw attention to the family.

Now that I had managed to get help for Donnie it seemed everything set in. My hands started to shake, my breath speeding up as I thought of Donnie dead in the docks. It had been my fault after all. I had refused Robbie and insulted him. Donnie stepped in taking the knife that should have been for me.