She decided the best thing to do was to confront him. So she got herself ready in a white coat, as usual, and pulled herself out of the wagon door and towards small heath.
She walked The entirety of the journey. It was the only way she could clear her head from everything that had happened. She didn't know what to do. She wished nothing had ever happened. She wished to have never met him.
She arrived in the small, dirty village, and gave a hard knock on the betting shop door. Michael open the door, to her surprise.
"Michael?" She asked, her confusion was clear.
His eyebrows furrowed, also confused. He wondered why she was here. He wondered if she was here for him.
It would soon come to his attention that she in fact was not here for him. But for now, he stood dreaming in the door frame.
"Can I come in?"
"Oh err- yeah." He stuttered along. He was flustered to say the least.
She stepped through the door and onto the squeaky floorboards. Micheal walked through to the office areas and she followed.
"Here for Tommy?" He asked.
"Yeah." She said, mentally debating if this was the right choice.
It was. It was.
She had to break loose what ever it was. If it even was anything.
Micheal led the way and opened the door for her. She nodded at him in thanks. She walked in with her head held high and sat down.
He opened his cigarette case and offered her one. She accepted because hell knows she'll need one. She lit it up and inhaled the smoke before breathing it out.
Tommy carried on with whatever notes he was working on. They sat in silence. A long silence, but a comfortable one.
At last, he sat back in his chair, staring at her intently. "Why are you here Steph?" He asked rather coldly. Probably still upset about last time.
She stared at him, expression in readable. "Let me talk. No interruptions."
He nodded in agreement, beginning to feel nervous.
"I'll be honest here, so don't take it to heart. Whatever happened was a big mistake. We are working together obviously so I don't want any bitterness between us but I know it's easy to get like that when you get rejected, trust me I've had it enough times. The amount of people that hate be because I didn't like them back is insane. But anyways, I just don't know if it's gonna be the same, so, maybe a bit of distance would do us good? Because the war is still happening whether we like each other or not, so the best thing is just to leave it now right?"
He looked at her in shock.
"Steph, there's no bitterness. I don't care that much about you.. There's fucking whores I can shag if I wanted to."
Those words hurt. How is fucking a whore better than her? Is that what he was trying to say. She tried so hard not to let the anger flush to her face.
"Alright. Sorted then."
She stood up to leave, the tense atmosphere almost getting too much.
"Wait-"
She whipped her head back around, raising her eyebrows.
"I didn't mean that."
"What?"
"Just sit.."
She walked back over and sat down, picking another cigarette from his desk. He exasperatedly tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling.
"You are the most confusing girl I've ever met. You really are."
She sat silently.
"I like you yeah? Is that clear? Because you act like you do some days and then hit me with this. I thought we was getting somewhere Steph.. I really did."
"Tommy-"
"Nah, I let you talk, you let me." he snapped out. She sat silently once again. "I understand that you have millions of options in the world but we'd be good together. I know it. But you and your self esteem won't let it happen because- well I don't know why."
For some reason what he was saying felt like the truth. She couldn't tell if because she knew it actually was, or it was his tone which was almost patronising her, the way a teacher would. She shut her eyes, blinking hard and then opened them again, staring dead on him.
He was still faced up at the ceiling, but the silence made him look at her. He raised his eyebrows for her to say something.
"Oh am I supposed to speak now?"
"Yes."
"We can't Tom- that's the end of it now."
He rolled his eyes. "Why though?"
She begin to fume. He was so naive. "Tommy do you not realise the shit you got me in with my dad?" She spat at him.
"No."
"Exactly. You don't know. So why are you trying to force something when I'm explicitly telling you won't work?"
His mouth dropped in frustration.
"How would I know if you don't tell me?" His voice raised.
"I'm telling you now." She shouted back. She was stubborn — wouldn't let him talk louder.
Tommy's eyes followed her as she stood up off the leather chair and poured herself a glass of whiskey, slamming the cup down once she'd finished.
"I told you. And I'm telling you again. We can't be together. It's not as if I don't want to. It's not physically possible whilst he's alive. Got it?" She said, voice still raised frustratedly.
"Oh stop making excuses Steph. You were pretty happy straddled over me the other morning."
"You fucking asshole."
She began walking out to door again, opening it up for everyone to hear Tommy's last words.
"Yeah and you, except you're a whore too. Sat over me in front of the canal like it wasn't a public place."
Except it wasn't his last words. She heard gasps come from outside the door. Her pride would never let him win. She picked up the nearest thing to her and dashed it at the wall behind him, destroying the portrait of him and his late wife.
She grabbed another thing, it was a glass this time, doing the same as the pieces shattered everywhere. Multiple shards hit him.
"Go on then keep going." He shouted.
She did. She threw as many things she could. She even used both of her arms to wipe clear the surfaces and desks from his room, doing a great job at it pushing all the papers from his desk. She went in draws too, emptying out the contents of them all onto the floor. She destroyed everything she could.
Lastly she found the whiskey bottle and threw it once again at the wall behind her. The glass shattered and the alcohol spilled all over him as he covered his face from the damaged.
She strutted back to the door.
"I may be an asshole, but I'm no whore." She said shaking her head, and slamming the door behind her.
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Destruction || Peaky Blinders
Fanfic"You are too beautiful for your own good. That's why you destroy everything you touch." There was one thing you were told if you were in a known gang in England. Beware of Steph Vanslow.
