Henry Barclay had never ran so fast in his life. He had his son gripped by one hand and his daughter curled in a ball in the other. "Charlie! Charlie, I need 'elp!" He yelled as he got into the scrap yard.
Charles Strong came running out and looked at his old friend standing there. He saw the tired boy and the sleeping girl. He saw the obvious signs of struggles on his friend's hands. "Finally caught up to you, eh?" He asked.
Henry pushed Jacob forward slightly and loosened his grip on Annabel. "Charlie, I can't bring 'em with me. Too dangerous. Small Heath is the best place for them right now." Charlie thought of his two nephews who were quickly becoming more and more disobedient and had a feeling that wouldn't be so true in the coming years.
After a long two minutes the taller man nodded. "Right Henry. I'll take them. But soon as you can come back, you do that." He ordered as he carefully lifted the sleeping girl from Henry's arms.
"Shouldn't be longer than a week to get rid of them."
Two months later, Jacob was on a walk with Arthur Shelby and saw a familiar pocket watch smashed to pieces and bloodied. Somehow, he thought his father wasn't going to be coming back.
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FanfictionAfter being left in the care of a family friend at a young age, Annabel Barclay becomes accustomed to being treated like a child when she is seen around a certain family. "I swear to God, if either of you mess this up for me, I'll kill you myself," ...
