How To Love A Bad Man|Thomas Shelby

6| don't touch me

Trigger Warning- attempted sexual assault

"Hello pretty." Me Kimber said to me in a disgusting voice, an attempt at seducing me. He grabbed at my arm and I pulled away with my heart going wild, please don't let this go down how I think it will, I prayed in my head. "Hmph. I want a drink, get me one."

Why did I have to be blind? "I'm afraid I can't Mr. Kimber." I cleared my throat nervously, fiddling with the lace of my dress. I tried to steady my beating heart, but it was no use, especially when the sound of glass cracking deafened my ears.

"Pick it up whore." I trembled in my own skin, this was what Thomas Shelby had traded me for. To get abused. Why did he hand me over so easily when he knew this would happen? I held back the tears, knowing if I tried to pick the glass up, I would cut myself and I wouldn't even know where the mess was. This house was too big, too unfamiliar.

"No." I quivered, wanting nothing to do with this nefarious man. "I'm not here to be a barmaid, I'm only that at the garrison." I scrambled for some sort of arguments while my legs began to shake.

"So you can be my slut then." Next thing, his hands were roaming around my body, roughly, uncomfortably. I tried to push him off, but he just gripped tighter, squeezing my breasts, ripping my dress.

"Stop! Get the fuck off me!" I started shouting when he was tugging my dress up, urging his slimy hands to do sexual acts with me. "GET THE FUCK OFF ME!!" I screamed, tears falling down my face as I felt useless. He slapped me shortly after, about to speak and then ruin my innocence.

But a familiar voice interrupted him. Cold and sharp as ice. "Get the fuck off her now Kimber, or I'll put a bullet in your head."

Mr Shelby, my body eased and Kimber drew away, I heard him take multiple steps back, and that's when I fell to the floor, covering my exposed chest and scratching at my dirty body. He violated me, and I couldn't do anything, I couldn't see, I didn't have the slightest clue of how I could fight back. He just had his way, and he enjoyed it.

I flinched as another pair of hands touched me. "It's me Rosalind, it's okay." I nodded and let myself be whisked away into Mr Shelby's arms, I was in shock, my breathing wouldn't slow down, the tears were still pouring, one after the other. I was placed in his car, numb inside.

"Why did you bother coming back for me?" I whispered in a fragile tone. "You traded me so I could get abused, why didn't you let him finish the job?" I was becoming hysterical as I felt the car rock forward and start bobbing along the road "why did you trade me in the first place?"

"Someone associated with the Shelby's can't be ruined." He kept his answer short and vague. He didn't even do it of his own good conscience? I faced away from him, vigorously wiping the tears as I imagined the scenes that played out just moments ago. I felt so filthy.

"Take me home, I don't want to see you or your family again." I spoke numbly, lacing my fingers together, trying to ignore the fabric that pooled down my chest and left me violated.

"Well it's a good thing you can't see." He chuckled, lighting a cigarette, and puffing it throughout our journey. Wafts of smoke made me cough as I thought about his words, what may have been at attempt at a dry joke, was absolutely a warning. "I'm going to get the Shelby's legitimate Rosalind, you're going to be there to celebrate."

"No, I won't, I'm going to leave this stupid place and never see you again Thomas." I angrily fought back, but fighting fire with fire never worked.

"I'm Thomas now? What happened to Mr Shelby? I could get you killed for that Rosalind." He said absentmindedly, touching my hand, which shocked me to the core, and making me touch a gun beside him. "You're going to celebrate aren't you Rosalind?"

"Yes Sir." I responded coldly. Maybe I shouldn't have ever left my father.