Rose shelby. The youngest shelby. She is the pride and joy of their fucked up family.
This book is one shots of rose and the brothers. She will be the same age up until the chapter "becoming a woman" . Not following the whole story line as I can't...
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I remember the day well. The day my world changed, the birds stopped chirping and the grass stopped growing. I thought i was doing the right thing, and for a while I convinced myself it was better this way. But i knew that wasn't the case. Deep down inside, I knew that although I don't regret my decision, I envy the life I could've had
"Mummy" I heard a yell. Pulled out of my daze, I went to go check on my children. I went into my garden in France, large with open, clean air. My son of 6 years was sat next to his sister who was 2 years younger
"What's wrong sweetheart" I asked my daughter as I sat next to them
"Noah said i was adopted. Tell him im not" she said with tears in her eyes. I cupped her face and kissed her cheeks
"You my dear, are shelby blood through and through. And i didn't go through 32 hours of child birth just so my work can be unrecognised. Noah, apologise to Becca" I told them. He huffed and turned his back on his sister
"Noah" I said more sternly
"Fine. I'm very sorry" he said. It wasn't very sincere but more than I normally get from him
"When's daddy coming home?" Becca asked me
"Soon my love" I said kissing her hair. I left the pair to play outside whilst I went back to check on tea.
At the age of 16, I fell in love. His name was Marcus. We ran away to France after a huge argument with my family. My brothers, Tommy in particular, said some unforgivable things. But my life is good now. I am married to Marcus with 3 gorgeous children. We have plenty of money which was earnt legally and I'm happy. My children don't have to grow up amongst the dirt and grime of Birmingham streets and instead we live in the country side. What more could I want?
I looked at the food and figured it needed another couple of minutes. I picked up my 1year old baby boy from the corner of the room. Just then, I heard a bang that was all to familiar. The very sound that i have been running away from. Gunshots
I ran into the garden and saw the children unfazed by the sound or maybe they hadn't heard it. I wasn't sure on much but I did know that I needed to get the safe and away from whoever caused that sound. Their hands in mine, i lead them the garage and put my finger yo my lips signalling complete and utter silence. They nodded their heads and stayed still whilst I went back inside to see what was happening and to check no one had been hurt
I walked through the halls and saw no one. Not a sound could be heard. But as i got closer to the front room, I could hear rasping quick breathes. My feet carried me quickly into the room and I saw my husband lay on the floor, blood pouring from his chest as he fought for air. I ran over to him and put his head on my lap as I cried
"Hey hey. You're alright my love. You'll be alright. Please....please just stay awake" i said kissing his forehead and crying
