• THE GOOD SIDE • A Thomas Shelby Fanfic •

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The following day was expected to go easier as the last few. My mind was still racing at the fact that I got an apology out of Tommy fucking Shelby. Magic is real, and in the palms of my hands clearly.

I went home with the thought of him, thinking about silly things like his parents and his family life. The wedding ring meant he was married which made me think of his lady. I got to imagining the life of Tommy. Pictured everything a certain way without my actually knowing a single thing about him.

On my way to work, I felt a bit off. A little nervous than before, and it was an emotion I can only describe as the sign of me knowing I'm going to see Tommy soon.

I was excited. Shy. Nervous.

All the things I would normally feel, had I been crushing on someone. Was I crushing on Tommy? I don't bloody know. Scratch that, I do fucking know. The answer was yes.

He has eyes the colour of the sky on a summers day. The face of a God who came straight from heaven. The voice is a man who can scoop me up into his arms.

I could almost hear my nagging subconscious, he choked you, with intentions of killing you. How can you be interested an a woman beater?

All questions I should ask myself. But as I swept mascara through my lashes and put on heels, was I thinking about that? Fuck no.

"Good morning Alene," the warden Grant says to me. He smirks, blushing at me. He's a little red man with a bald head. A bastard who tries to glance under nearly every woman's skirts. "You look ravishing."

"God." I roll my eyes. "Can't a woman wear heels and a little blusher without being ravishing?"

He laughs. "It's just that usually you look quite dead."

I get it, I'm being an arsehole. I deserved that.

"Can I help you with anything?" I ask, pushing my things into my little locker. I look down at Grant, who clears his throat.

"Yes actually," he licks his lips. "A gentleman is here from the church. A member called father Hughes."

"Okay?" I close my locker. "What's that got to do with me?"

"Well he asked for you specifically. I assumed maybe you two were acquainted."

"Acquainted?" I almost laugh seeing as I haven't been to church in over twenty years. Never once picked up a Bible either.

"Yes. He said he attending your wedding." Grant looks at me as if I am some sort of mad woman, he's almost certain this person attended my wedding when I know he didn't.

I turn and stare at Grant. My wedding that happened nearly ten years ago? The same wedding that only a handful of close family and friends were invited to? I almost laugh, that's impossible.

A voice is sounded from afar and before I can even turn my head does Grant smile widely and spin me around to face the person. "There he is, father Hughes, I found her." Grant, in his cunning ways disappears in the back, leaving Hughes and I alone.

Only then do I begin to imagine this man as the perpetrator who hurt Thomas in such a way.

"Hello." He says, extending a hand.

I am hesitant at first, his smirk alone is something that makes me worried. Not taking his hand, I look up into his lifeless eyes, "You told Grant you know me?" I tilt my head, "I don't recall us ever meeting."

"Perhaps you can allow me the privilege of rejogging your memory." He mentions the hallway. "Lets walk, shall we?"

Not denying him, and knowing I must make my rounds soon. I take my medical kit and head out, with him following close behind.