BEING OUT OF THE hospital was something that Florence was overly excited about, finally being able to sleep in one of her own beds, and even though it wasn't in her actual home, it was in her childhood home, and the room she used to share with Finn. Although, Florence was limited to certain movements, including walking, and it was the most annoyed the girl had ever felt about not being able to move around in the way she liked to; everyone in her family were patient with her, Finn always sticking by her side so she didn't have to be behind, but even so, Florence hated being this weak, it wasn't like her, and it was her nightmare — but then again, she should just be glad to be alive. Not having John around, felt strange.. Knowing that he was never coming back, felt even stranger; she missed her uncle tremendously, and now that most of her cousins had moved away with Esme, it was even more heartbreaking, a family split up just from a few gun men with guns over a stupid vendetta. Not only was John gone forever, but Michael was still in critical condition in the hospital, unable to even get out of bed, and it definitely made Florence feel lucky that nothing worse had happened to her.
John's funeral was today, and the young girl was dressed in her fanciest black dress with her black hat, looking into her mirror with a distant look on her face, hating how she was dressed in this clothing yet again. When her mother died, she didn't understand how it all happened, since it all went down so fast; Greta fell ill pretty quickly, no one in the family having a chance to even come to terms what was happening, and it broke Florence, never understanding why her mother was taken away so fast. Not only that, but her father had been taken away not long after that to the War, along with her two uncles, everything changed in just a few months, and it had changed the young Shelby girl, affecting how she acted from that moment on.. A few years ago, Freddy had passed, and that was the second funeral the girl had been to; needless to say, she didn't want to attend any more funerals, all of them reminding her of the one female she felt attached to, and now, she was going to have to attend yet another family members funeral within just a few years.
Florence knew that she couldn't avoid this day, no matter how much she wanted to, which is why she felt so sour as she pulled her mothers necklace around her neck, winding a little when she moved her arm too high, her stitches stretching slightly from the movement. The doctors had told her specifically not to do any heavy lifting or lift her arms up above her torso, but of course, she didn't want to listen; everything they told her not to do wasn't exactly things that would make her weaker in a lot of ways, the girl just didn't like to be told what to do, and she knew that she got that from her father.. A lot of people always told Florence that she took so much from her dad, and mostly her looks from her mother — everyone knew how lovely Greta was before she died, it was like people telling her that she was cold and closed off like Tommy. It wasn't that het father was a bad person, but he wasn't exactly a good person, either, and when people role her that she was more like her father, it didn't exactly make her the happiest of people. "You ready, Flo?" Finn called out from outside of the bedroom, having been waiting for his cousin to finish getting ready. The girl hated how she needed help getting around, but she knew that there was nothing she could do about it.
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broken family ━ peaky blinders
Fanfiction𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 | florence shelby's life is turned around after an italian monster targets here entire family and won't give up until they're all dead. but one good thing comes out of lucas changretta's vendetta, and that is bonnie gol...