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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March 2, 1919
Age: 28, 14
Small Heath, Birmingham, England
A few days passed after Gemma and Jeremy were reunited with family. The two were settling in somewhat nicely, though they still had trouble with not being treated so differently anymore.
At the moment Gemma was cooking breakfast for the three men who were still getting dressed or roaming around the house looking for misplaced things. There was suppose to be five people in the house, but Gemma could remember what her father told her on the day they met again.
February 27,1919
"Gemma?" his voice was barely audible, but she heard him. She nodded her head as her face contorted as she let out a sob, the two instantly grabbed each other, dropping onto the ground of the doorway.
Jeremy shook his hand to hold back the tear forming in his brown eyes, they soon found another figure inside of the house. A boy somewhat his age dressed in a grey trousers, white un-tucked shirt, his hair was curly as the sides cut short, his eyes held confusion and wariness as he looked from the two on the floor to Jeremy.
Five minutes of sobbing together, he invited them inside of the home. Waving the young boy to fix tea for the new comers.
Once settled down in the living room, they held in their sniffles and soon sipped the steaming tea.
"It's been 23 years, what happen?" the older man questioned, Gemma looked down at her hands and begin playing with her fingers. "A woman" she began "she came up to me and sold me some bullshit lie about how she was friends with mum, an American friend" she finally looked up at the two.
Taking a short breath "mum had some different sounding friends, so I believed her. She told me she'd take me out for sweets and basically drove me out into London, bashed my head against the window when I questioned her and I woke up on a boat surrounded by other people" she shivered at the memory.
"They kidnapped us and sold us down south to become illegal slaves. I spend my life growing up on one plantation working in the house" she revealed. Both men and boy eyes widen in shock, they heard the rumors, but never believed it until now.
She chuckled humorlessly "yeah. A woman took me in and basically trained me to become a slave. Life wasn't perfect, but I had it easy until I became of age, maybe 14 or 15. The owner become obsessed with me because I was 'exotic'" she held her head down "he gave me my son and almost another, but it wasn't strong" she finished, not going much into all the details.
