WICKED GAME.
❝The world was on fire
and no one could save me,
but you.❞
PEAKY BLINDERS.
BOOK ONE.
[ SEASON 1 - 2 ]
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[ vii. shawn ]
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BIRMINGHAM, 1919.
February 16th.
HATTIE OWEN TRAILED SILENTLY behind her brother and sister as the trio of siblings drifted their way back to the Owen household located on Watery Lane. With her hands curled tightly into the pockets of her woolen coal-colored coat, Hattie's lips remained pressed in a firm line as she attentively watched the way Nat and Danny interacted with one another. They were in a whole other world away from Small Heath, talking quietly back-and-forth, as if they had already forgotten their sister's presence once more.
Once unsure of how her arrival would be received, Hattie knew that could not blame them for the way they now acted towards her. She knew that she could not expect anything less from them. Her siblings were not supposed to uproot their lives for her when she had uprooted herself from them first. Moreover, and devastatingly so, Hattie knew deep down in her heart that she could not be the emotional aid that Danny needed when she could hardly find it in herself to talk to him. After all, how could she approach him? What could she say in means of comfort when she did not know what might set him off? Hattie did not want to say that she was frightened of her big brother, but she no longer knew him anymore. She did not respectfully know any of her siblings anymore and that dawn of realization hurt Hattie more than any heartbreak she had ever faced before that very day, returning back home to Small Heath.
"Almost there."
Little Nat had a skinny arm wrapped tightly around Danny's larger waist and he, in return, had an arm of his own looped carefully around her slim neck. Nat was looking up at him with soft peridot eyes and even though Hattie could not properly hear what they were whispering to each other, she knew that the words that left her sister's mouth were as warm as the sun that solemnly shined down on the three of them. Danny spoke back down to Nat, too, and while his stuttering speech broke every few words, he was still heartened to be able to hold his baby sister close. Nat and Danny were so gentle with one another, as if they had taken this walk several times before. They were an anchor to one another in ways that the other would never realize—that Hattie would never realize.
Because she was never there to be an anchor herself.
Hattie was inwardly relieved to see her siblings release one another when they arrived back on Watery Lane and stopped at the familiar, soot-colored house that Hattie had been locked out of only an hour prior. At some point, she would need to find Polly and track down where Wesley had taken her belongings after they had parted ways to the Garrison.
Suddenly, Danny made a nervous jolt and cast a glance sideways, peering further down the block. His large, white hands curled into fists anxiously as his eyes grew wider with alarm. "I should . . . I should go see Ro—"
