Cruel To Be Kind - Peaky Blinders Fanfiction

Part 13 - Violence, Blood and Tears

Hey guys. Here's another chapter for you all.

I personally feel like this chapter has a lot of fillers in it, but I needed it so that future chapters make sense.

I do hope you all enjoy it though.

Thanks for all the reviews and please enjoy.

I'm currently editing this piece of work - when I mean editing, I mean I'll be adapting the story and plot, and I will be checking for grammar and spelling mistakes, but I may miss some as my main focus is on shaping the story, so it flows well before I continue adding more chapters. I am sorry if it takes a while, but I do hope you'll all be patient with me.

I would recommend re-reading each new edited chapter as there may be changes that would fit in with future chapter and future edits.

Thank you for your time and I hope you enjoy.

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Edited: 08/12/19

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Tommy's fist colliding with my side woke me. I jolted with a gasp, my hands rubbing at the pain in my side. Tommy's moans of discomfort and pain had me forgetting mine as I scrambled to him, my knees sinking into the mattress beside him.

"Tommy," I called softly, stroking his face gently. I would shake him awake but I knew the danger of that. I forgot about it when Tommy made a heart-wrenching noise that had me grabbing his hand.

I knew he was having a nightmare, I'd experienced many nightmares myself after my parents died. I wasn't a newcomer to the sight of them but seeing Tommy in distress over a nightmare had my stomach turning.

His fingers gripped mine tightly, but I held my tongue. This was about him, not me.

"Ellie," he cried, pulling me into his chest as he struggled for breath. His voice was rough, but it was clear enough that he was crying. I wanted to cry alongside him, but I couldn't. This was his pain and no matter how much I wanted to cry with him, I knew he wouldn't want it.

"It's okay, Tommy," I whispered, resting my head on his chest as he wrapped me in his arms. It made me feel safe and I could only hope that he felt the same way.

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Tommy brushed his fingers through my hair, waking me. I looked at him through blurry eyes.

"Morning," he said, his voice fogged with sleep. He made no indication that he woke in the night, so I pretended it didn't happen. I gave him a tired smile and climbed out of bed.

It was then that I realised I was in my nightdress in front of him. It wasn't proper. I bit my lip, a furious blush coming to my cheeks as he sent me smirk.

Stumbling to my dresser, I pulled out a blue dress, some thick tights and clean undergarments. I glanced at Tommy over my shoulder before darting behind my changing screen.

"You stayed the night," I pointed out, reminding him that it was a bad idea. How were we supposed to explain this to Mah-mee without her thinking I had given myself to him? She already knew I'd given him a chance, would she also think I'd given him everything else too?

"I did," Tommy muttered. I could hear him striking a match and it wasn't long after that I smelled the smoke.

"Do you think that's wise?" I asked, throwing my nightdress over the screen as I slipped out of my undergarments. I barely gave myself a second before I had my clean ones on and was slipping into my tights