Shelby Fire- Completed

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Vicky sits at the table with Tommy, the food infront of her. Grace didn't seem to have showed up for tea, infact, vicky hadn't seen her in a couple of days. She wanted to ask where her mother figure was but really didn't want to talk to tommy. And no use asking polly, she hated the woman so would probably say some stupid insults or something, not actually answering the question. Vicky sits, tears brimming as she stares at the food. It seemed like alot of calories. Just enough to make her thighs wobble and her stomach crease. So instead of eating, she played around with it for abit

"The cook took alot of time making tea for us Vic, please don't play with it" Tommy says

"I'm eating it!" Vicky snaps filling her gob with a big forkload of potato and frowning at Tommy. She continued eating, although every bite, she had to hold down the vomit and tears

"How's school?" Tommy asked trying to defuse the tension. This was weird. Vicky was used to utter silence when they ate, and suddenly he was trying to engage in conversation. She knew if she played along, they could go back to being family again and talking with love. But vicky didn't think he deserved any of her affection

"Dunno" she mumbled

"Dunno? Can't be that bad that you can't remember surely" tommy said

"I don't go school tommy. I stopped a year ago. Thought you would've figured it out by now" vicky rolls her eyes. Due to the few seconds of silence, she can tell that he's about to explode

"What the fuck do you mean you havnt been in a year? Vicky! Are you fucking stupid! You need an education, because you're gonna need a job when you're older. And if you think you'll be alright just cuz you're a shelby, think again. We ain't gonna let you do the dirty work, and the only legal stuff involves numbers and maths. So school will always be needed in your life!" Tommy yells at her

"No it won't! I'm not even gonna live that long am I? So I don't need a job. What makes you think that I wanna spend the few years I have left, sat in a classroom, listening to teachers go on about some posh twats who take credit for other peoples work. It's fucking ridiculous!" Vicky raises her voice looking him in the eye. Tommy seems taken aback by the idea of her only having a few years left. Whilst they all know its true, no one wants to admit it

"Don't say things like that! Anyway, how else are you spending your day? What's better? Sitting in a classroom bored with your friends? Or sitting in your arse in bed all day every day staring at the fucking ceiling, alone?"

"Do you know why I stopped going to school? Because I'm tired. OK? I'm so tired tommy. Some days, I wake up and wonder what the point is in all of this? Most kids my age are living their lives to find love, start a family, live a happy, long life. I'm living life to die. That's it! Going through all this shit just to die before anything good can happen! Well it fucking hurts. I'm in pain everywhere. My body aches all the fucking time and I can't bring myself to get up and walk to school when I struggle walking to the fucking living room!" Vicky cries to him. Tommy suddenly feels guilty for what he said. He wished vicky would let him be there for her and help her

"Vicky, if you're in pain, why didn't you tell me?" He asks

"Why? Why didnt I tell you? Because tommy, I fucking hate you! OK? It's true, I fucking hate you with every bone in my body, and I havnt stooped so low that I'd ask you for any kind of help or gratitude" Tommy's heart breaks. It's as if even bouncer can feel the sadness in the room right now as he let's out a little whimper

"I'm sorry. You have every right to hate me, I'm sorry vicky for everything. I know you hate me more than anything right now, but I still love you. I can't stop loving you because you are my daughter. Nothing you do or say will make me love you any less. So I'm here to help if you ever want it" vicky just looks down in despair

"You're wrong. You aren't there for me. If you were, then everything would be OK. If you cared about me at all, then you wouldve stopped those officers on the night they took me. You would've stopped social services when they took me all those years ago. But you didn't. On both occasions, I was taken from you because you lied. You, Thomas shelby, are a lying, no good, sorry excuse for a father. And I wish you would drop dead. I know I say it alot, and I've never meant it before. But this time, I'm serious. Go, and shoot yourself in the head, because if you don't, I god damn will" and with that, vicky stormed off with bouncer following after her.

She ran to the bathroom and shut bouncer out. Her fingers went down her throat immediately, bring back up all the calories she had just ate, and more. If her life was gonna be shit, then least God could do was give her a skinny body for when she's lying in that coffin. Vicky sat against the bath tub, and began sobbing. Everything was shit. Her life, her father, her health. And now to top it all off, because of this stupid thing called puberty, she was gaining weight. Vicky hated it. She had lived life being skinny and young, now, her hips were widening and ontop of that, her stomach and thighs gained weight. But she wouldn't allow it. No chance. She simply cried. Perhaps, after all, her tears could help her lose weight