[°DESCENDANT° ] × Peaky Blinders

•Chapter Three•

Hello again! I can't apologize for how long it's been, because those apologies are not enough to reach all of you.. As you all know life has been a basic train wreck and it's still not done yet, because none of us have had time to actually process what has happened with the Covid-19 virus and those affected.

Let me apologize though because I honestly tried to get into the library to update but my hometown has still chosen to keep them closed, so with that said I managed to get a new phone that would actually allow me to update old and new chapters on this app..."exhales slowly". I'm sorry that y'all are thinking it's a new chapter, it's not as you can see... I just had to fix this one before the next - which is coming on Saturday!!

Again I APOLOGISE so much! Thank you for all the wonderful messages and comments, they've really helped! If you wanna read his chapter again, you'll notice I tweaked it a bit.. not terribly though!! Do if you want read, review, and let me know what you all think..☺️

Enjoy! See you Saturday!

•January 4, 2015•

Three months had gone and passed since Rosslyn Shelby had left the hospital in London for Small Heath, surrounded by her parents and extended family from Birmingham. She adjusted to life after fighting in a war with some minor troubles - life in an active warzone would do that to a person, but she adjusted to the change in her surroundings with a positive mind.

Her Great-grandfather, Henry Shelby, stood alongside her for what seemed like hours as she explained her vivid imaginations while in Iraq. The ninety-four year old had deduced it to being as such, just an imagination. His conclusion being that she had seen the photos and conjured the images of his father and uncles as a way to sooth her hurt.

Rosslyn left the matter at the back of her mind and moved on with a forced calm.

But one thing hadn't changed. Her nights were restless, most of them, as the faces of her great-grandpa Henry's father and uncles haunted Rosslyn's dreams.

The deep Brummie accents she heard with her ears felt real as if they existed, alive and well inside her dreams; their voices telling her - reminding Rosslyn of a time, day, and date. Soon enough she'd wake up heaving with her pistol clutched tightly in her right hand having torn it out from beneath her pillow in a panicking set of mind. The days continued as so, until the night of January 4th; her unraveling dreams had been silenced, as if none of the earlier ones had existed.

Which placed the next morning as her present time.

Grumbling lowly the relaxed and finally warm female groaned as the morning sunlight peered through her curtains, completely blinding her bleary orbs with it's bright rays of pure light. With another low rumble, one she conjured from deep within her chest. Rosslyn removed her warm covers and set about getting dressed for her counselor's meeting at 3:10 in the afternoon.

"Blasted curtains" her tangled blonde curls blocked her vision as she wobbled to her feet and approached the window sternly. "As I recall? You blasted things are supposed to keep the light outside, not inside my damn room."

With that said she clasped onto the nearby, doctors orders, cane and hobbled over to the dark navy blue curtains. Digging her nails into the silky smooth cloth she tugged the curtain over to the right, blocking the rays of sunlight, her fingers soon releasing the silky cloth as it finally covered the light.

For awhile she remained still, inwardly she was restlessly fighting back the sleep that enchantingly calling her name with a soft soothing song. But she denied the caressing whisper and pushed onwards to the door behind her. Well aware that she'd have to rub the sleep off with a cold shower, not that her eyes agreed with that thought. (Which truthfully, she couldn't really blame them after all the restless nights and nerve sparking dreams she'd wake up from.)