Underneath My Feet [T. Shelby]

The Getaway

Amelia had been quick to get away. Having made her way to the train station she managed to get the last train in a fucking ball gown and fur. It would of been impossible to leave Small Heath if she had returned to her hotel and decided to leave the following morning.

As the train made its way through the darkness Amelia finally succumbed to her emotions and cried, cried into her fur shawl as she remembered hearing Lizzie's voice over and over again. Tommy hadn't been bothered to keep it in his trousers when she left and to be caught on his desk in between them both....it was inconceivable.

Amelia was grateful that the train was empty. Grateful that when she sobbed there was nobody there to gawp or give her fake sympathies. Before Tommy she was completely independent and void of care towards the opposite sex. Now she felt weak.

How could she of been so stupid to give in to him? In the moment all she wanted was for everything else to melt away and to feel him once again.

To feel him want her, need her, to find comfort in his words and for life to go back to an easier time. Amelia had been reckless and she was going to pay for it.

Hours later the crying subsided and she was exhausted. Pulling herself together was getting harder every time.

As the train pulled in at the final stop Amelia made a rash decision to go to Johns house. It was a last ditch attempt to rid herself of Thomas Shelby as she rushed towards a taxi. Two could play that game. If it meant having to sleep with John to rid her brain of Tommy then she would.

It was two in the morning and even though he probably was asleep Amelia didn't let that stop her. A little persuasion and she was certain she could get everything she needed from him.

The taxi driver had made a comment about her dress and her late night visit but she ignored him. Too busy working herself up for what she was about to do.

John would help finally push Tommy out of her head, she was certain of it. Amelia's mind was frantic but void of reason.

As soon as the car pulled to a stop Amelia paid and tipped generously before jumping out and standing there in the winter night. Quickly she fixed her hair and reapplied her lipstick to feel somewhat glamorous again.

Now that she was in front of his house she was filled with nerves. Amelia looked up at the dark windows and thought about what she was going to do and what it meant.

Then she thought about how he would take to her turning up in a ball gown, mascara probably down her face....

"I wouldn't if I was you" a voice said as it stepped from the darkness and under  a street light.

Amelia has been so wrapped up in her own world that she hadn't seen him stood there, watching her.

"Excuse me?" Amelia asked as she pulled her fur throw around her shoulders.

The gentleman with a blonde handlebar tash leaned forward and outstretched his hand.

"Abrahama Gold" he said with a small smile across his thin lips.

Amelia took his hand and shook back, still unsure as to who he was and why he was talking to her.

"I've been sent by Mr Shelby to find you Miss Crostwell" and he stood back and pulled off his hat. "You got back here in record time"

Of course, the man that had a reach across oceans had sent a blinder after her. Amelia decided to not show anymore emotion incase this was transferred back to him and Tommy could somehow be smug about it.

"Well you've found me Mr Gold. Now you can tell Mr Shelby where I am and leave me be " and she turned from him and started to make her way back to the house.