Promises Not Kept

8

            Beth handed Leah a porcelain teacup with gold accents around the rim. Steam rose from the chamomile tea, the scent relaxing just enough for Leah to take a deep breath.

"Thank you." She whispered and wrapped her hands around the warm cup.

Beth sat down across from her. "Can you tell me what's going on or..." She had been born and raised in Birmingham. As a young girl, she had been warned about the Shelby boys. Especially when they came back from the war and began to gain power.

"If I knew I would tell you." She pursed her lips together and held the tea close to her chest. Leah wasn't sure she wanted to tell Beth about what she used to do in London. But past history aside, she didn't know what she could tell her about Tommy. What could she say if she didn't even know what was going on? Was she involved with him or was it just a fling? Despite the anxiety of Rosetta's men at her apartment, Lizzie's words still echoed in her brain. A man like Tommy wasn't someone who enjoyed settling down into a subdued lifestyle. He made the choice to continue this dangerous streak of his. There was something about it that he enjoyed or the reward was worth the consequences. Or perhaps he was simply too far gone to get his head out from under the water.

Leah had no inkling and she had a feeling she might never understand. So did she just leave it? Pretend she didn't have feelings for the man who practically rescued her from her own despair? He put an end to her self-destructive tendencies and told her she was deserving of much more. Could she really shake the memories of how softly he touched her?

"I can't tell you what to do," Beth said steadily. "But I can warn you that if you do interact with him...you'll most likely pay a price. I mean Grace..."

"I know about Grace." She interrupted her. Leah didn't want to hear about Grace. She didn't want to hear people blame Tommy for her death. Maybe it could be argued that she died because of him, but Leah knew that he never intended that to happen. "He's not callous."

"He's a murderer." Beth retorted. She leaned forward and touched Leah's knee. "It's a cycle, Lee, and I think he knows he'll end up dead one of these days because of it. But until then, I don't want you to be a victim of the Peaky Blinders." She thought about all the young men in Birmingham who either crossed the gangsters' paths and paid the price, or the ones who decided it was better to join them and got caught in the cross-fires.

Leah set her tea cup down and nodded slowly. "I understand your concern. You're not the first one to warn me." She informed her friend. "And I doubt you'll be the last. But Beth, I don't know what to tell you. My life, for the last few years, has been nothing but hell. After I lost Jonah I thought I'd never recover. But since I've met him..." Her eyes lowered. The things she accomplished in Birmingham listed off in her mind. She knew that night; she would be warm in a comfortable bed in her very own flat. She wouldn't have to entertain a stranger, sell her body to make ends meet. There would be no marks on her skin the next morning from clients who abused their power over her. She wouldn't have to pick up the pieces of her dignity every time she walked home from the hotel, the dawn rising behind her. Her self-esteem was building when before, it had only be crushed every single time she forced herself to act the part of an expensive whore. She remembered how Tommy held her close at that crucial turning point in London. When he promised to take her away from that cycle of misery, promised her everything and more. Promised to take care of her like he had told Jonah he would.

"You don't have to explain yourself to me." Beth's voice was gentle with sympathy. She could only warn the woman of the potential, or in her eyes, inevitable dangers. Whatever Tommy had done had obviously affected her to the point she wouldn't change her mind.