The king of Birmingham and his daughter

One week later

Blessings POV -

There are some parts of me that I am thankful on how my father is protective over me, however, I didn't exactly agree on how he went out and hurt other people who had nothing to do with what that evil man had done. Ever since I had told my family fully, and to an extent that I was, and still am, however, of what had actually happened that night, they all went berserk over the matter.

Both aunt Pol and Ada, being the sensible ones out of the lot had told them to go and get my dad, and to tell them to hurry with it, as he would be needing to be here with me at the time. However, we all have to try and move on from that. And with that, I feel like that might be slightly hard for me to do, with me being still so young, but somewhat thankful that I am mature for my age.

During my time off school, John had told me that I'll be doing one-to-one sessions with a private tutor at the school, as I had gotten a 100% on all of the papers that the school had given to me. Dad said that his proud. I gathered that he was, as he wasn't at work for most of the day, and that wasn't like him much. 

He had taken me down to where this old bridge is, just on the outskirts of town, where the river runs, and where canoes occasionally come past, at a slow and steady past. There were some rather pretty ones, with different colours that range from a pine tree green to a bright yellow.

If I'm honest, it did at one point felt like he had needed to tell me something, but he possibly just didn't know how he could have told me. I feel like it could possibly be with the so-called police officer. As much as I do wish that he had suffered dearly like he made me go through, that wasn't fully me. I do hope that he will lose his job because of it if I'm honest. 

On the other side of the bridge, there was a small green area, with a lot of outgrown trees lingering on it, being collective and standing tall, lending out the shade to whom would be needing it. 

I saw one tree in particular, that looked good to climb up on, so the little kid within me darted off in front of dad, giggling, like all of my worries had just flown away and to never to return again. Once I had gotten to the tree, I had seen that he was still on the other side of the bridge, looking straight at my, whilst, yet again, smoking another cigarette. He really has a bad habit of that, huh. 

I proceed to climb the tree, as that was the reason why i came over here. Like I would be doing when I was with mama until she unfortunately died. I also had done this when I was younger. It had made me feel like I was free as a butterfly, allowing to spread my wings, as far as I had wanted too and pleased. Not giving any sort of damn within the world. 

Once I had gotten myself into a comfortable position, I had started to daydream about when mama was alive, and I didn't have anything to really get worried about. Especially since most of the time, it had just been me, her and nana. However, there had been the odd occasion that I had saw mama being with multiple men. This had mainly been when I wasn't around, as of a result of me walking off, and out into the countryside.

I try and not think of those times as much, as I found them quite confusing, and a little bit weird. Knowing that mama might have been sleeping with other men for the possibility of getting money from them. If that's what she really did, then I don't really wanna know about it. Anyway, I would have been too young to quite understand the full concept of what she did and what she didn't do.

Then there was nana. I always liked going back to her home, out in this countryside, and knowing that she had been baking things, like cakes and cookies. Now those were the best. Having those warm chocolate chip cookies melting within my mouth. 

" Come on sweetheart, its getting late now. Should get back before Pol gets too worried over you" Dad had said. 

I jumped a little from the slight fright, as I didn't recall hearing him coming over. I would have heard the leaves being crushed into a million and one-pieces, right? Guess I'm wrong then, cause as I looked down, I saw him looking up towards me, with his hands within his coat pocket. I also never really took much notice on how dark it was until he had come over either.  

I nodded my head and came down exactly like I had gotten myself up here until I got to the second to last branch, where I had jumped off. I stood up, and dust myself down slightly. Once i had brushed myself off, I smiled at dad, taking his free hand, and we both started to walk back home. 

The reputation that my family must have cant be a good one. Why would people come after them for absolutely no reason, and why would they hide things from me, that isn't suitable for mine and Finn's eyes. They say that its because we aren't old enough to fully know the extent of what the family really does behind closed doors. And there is one thing that I know, and that's with the fact that our own neighbours shouldn't be afraid of who we are. Now if that ain't right, then I will never know. 

When we had finally gotten back in, we were just in time with Polly serving up dinner. I quickly took off my coat, and placed my shoes next to the door, then scurried to the table, next to where Polly is sitting. She smiled down at me, and told me to eat, as i had a long day. 

As soon as I had done eating, I got up and placed my plate within the washing up bowl, and headed straight up to my room to get out some fresh pj's for me to were tonight. I laid them on the bed, so I could go into the bathroom, and not getting them wet from me having a wash.

 Tommy's Pov -

"She'll be alright Thomas" Pol had said as soon as Blessing had gone straight upstairs after eating. I sighed and got out another cigarette. 

I looked over towards my aunt's face, knowing that she knew that I'm starting to feel different emotions, instead of the normal ice-cold, and dull emotions on the best of days. And now she's entered my life, it's like she changed me a little. Back to how I used to be before the war. 

She reminds me so much like Greta. It does hurt me, knowing that she isn't around anymore. Now I have a responsibility that I thought that I would never have at this age and day. Knowing that I have a little girl who will always be looking up to me. For me to always to protect her from what may come towards her at any time. It does make it harder for me as i choose to go down a dangerous path in life, and shit like what Mr Campbell had done to her may always leave a scar onto her, and that kills me on the inside even more.