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Later that evening, Tommy knocks on vickys door. They havnt spoke much that day, leaving eachother alone. They knew that if they start talking, it is likely to end with arguing which neither of them want. However Tommy needed to talk to his daughter about his plans for the evening....daughter....Tommy wasn't even sure if she still wanted to be his daughter.....he wasn't sure he still wanted to be her father....it was getting too much for him to deal with.
"Vicky, me and grace are going out for the evening. Arthur will be round in half an hour and he's staying the night for your own safety. Don't take bouncer out alone at this time but if he really needs to go out then ask Arthur to go with you" vicky just lay with her back towards Tommy not saying anything
"Vicky, talk to me" she rolls over and faces him, just to say
"If I wanted to, I could say a word, and Bouncer would rip your smug fucking face off" Tommy turns to look at the dog, which is stood protectively infront of the bed, growling at him
"I'll see you in the morning, you'll probably be asleep by the time I get back" and then he leaves, well aware that if he stayed any longer, he may end up losing his temper once again, which would only end in tragedy and unwanted but regular chaos. Once vicky hears the door close and Tommy leave the house, she stands up and walks towards the mirror. She looks at herself in despair
Vicky only focused on certain things. Bruise on her cheek, bags under her eyes, cut on her lip, grease in her hair and how her cheek had grown fatter and fuller since she had been with Tommy. To the outside world, she was gorgeous. Blue eyes more beautiful than any ocean, plump and glossy lips, defined cheek bones and long eyelashes as her hair was silky and neat. Vicky just couldn't see the beauty that everyone else saw.
With a scream of anger, she punched the mirror before collapsing on the floor in tears. Leaning against her bed with her knees to her chest and head in her hands, vicky sobbed loudly. Her shoulders shook so much that bouncer worried she was having a seizure. He nudged her hair with his nose and whimpered with his owner. For she was his everything, and to see her upset and Fragile was like having his own heart torn in two.
"Oh bouncer, I'm so tired, I'm so tired. How am I supposed to carry on acting like Tommy's daughter when he doesn't even want me? And then I blame him! Why do I blame him? What I did was vile and disgusting, I should be grateful he didn't beat me to death. Death is too good for me, it's too peaceful and luxurious. Yet I want it so badly" she cried into his fur. After wiping her eyes, vicky stands up and walks to the bathroom with bouncer following her.
She pulls a knife that was strapped to her ankle and lifts it up before the light. When bouncer catches sight of it, he starts barking and trying to snatch it away but vicky just places it on the top shelf
"Shut up" she screams as the tears flow once again. She pushes bouncer from the room and locks the doors, ignoring his scratching and whimpering as he longs to break down the door and save the poor broken girl which stood before him.
Vicky didn't like being without bouncer, it made her feel lonely. For so long, they were one another's only company. Just the two of them, they thought it would always be like that and then the shelbys turned up. God how she was so happy when she saw her new home. Now it feels more like a jail, staring at the same 4 walls behind eyes clouded with salty tears of sorrow and despair.
Oh how times have changed! Vicky used to worship Tommy. Although she would never admit it, he was her everything, her reason for breathing, for smiling....her reason for staying. Now, Tommy was a distant figure which was covered by a dark cloud of smoke. Did he still love her? She didn't know. Did she love him? Truthfully, yes. She loved him with all her heart and thought of him as her saviour. But sometimes, she found it incredibly hard to like him. Had he not been her father, she would've killed him a long time ago. But he was the only thing keeping her from jail. The only thing stopping her from drowning. Yet he was also the person who made her feel like a dissapointment, like no one could ever truly care for her
Vicky rolled her sleeve up and grabbed the knife. She sunk the blade in, watching as blood poured out, covering her arm like a canvas of blood and self-hatred. Salty tears that felt into the wound only made it sting more, but she didn't stop. The blade continued to travel across her arm, leaving sketches of her pain throughout its journey. The only thing to stop her was when she heard the knock on the door. Arthur had probably forgot his key again. In a hurry, vicky rinsed the blood from her arm and pulled down her sleeve, hiding the blade behind the mirror before running downstairs to answer the door. She felt dizzy and sick, as if she would collapse at any moment but made it to the door
"Evening Vic, now I don't know what sort of fucking mood your in but I feel like raiding Tommy's whiskey" he said walking in as if it were his home
"Sounds perfect" she said with a small smile on her face
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Shelby Fire- Completed
FanfictionBefore the war, there was a girl. Her customers knew her as Sapphire, her family knew her as Dotty. After falling pregnant with Thomas Shelby's baby, she runs. No one knows where and Tommy was left believing she had simply grown tired of small heath...
