I Found You

Part 5. A Problem Shared, Is A Problem Halfed.

"Not sure yet, he never said, but I suppose I will find out soon or rather". I told him. A short silence ascended, between us for a moment. "Right well, this cleaning won't do itself". I said, as I slapped my knees with my hands and jumped up from off the sette. Dad followed and went off into the kitchen. "Cuppa?". He asked, as he picked up the tea pot. "Oh I'd loved one". I replied.

Hours passed and it was time for me to get ready to start my shift at work. I made tattie-pot for tea, so the boys can get something to eat and then I got changed out of my cleaning garbs and into something more suitable for work. Whilst I did that, I also managed to find something suitable and red to wear, to go to the races, as I have had a while to think about it and I have decided on going with him, I just hope I don't come to regret it. I put on a lovely cream blouse and a beige skirt and a burgundy cardigan, before taking my hair down and giving it a good brush and putting it back up again. Finally, I was in work, doing all the usual stuff, serving punters and chatting to them, I even made some new friends, with some of the girls from up the street, also with this girl called Ada, who was very pretty, she had dark hair and bright blue eyes. I was so busy getting stuck into doing my job, when I didn't even realise the time, for those five hours, had just simply flown over and now it was time for me to, lock up the place and tidy up.

Harry took the night off. So, there I was cleaning the bar by myself, when I happened to glance outside one of the windows. It was starting to rain, it made me shiver to think, I had to go outside in that soon, luckily for me however, I only lived just five minutes away. I started picking up all the empty glasses, that were all around on the different tables, situated around the room and placed them upon the bar. I then, walked round to the other side of it and started to sort them out, ready for the pot washer in the morning.

Suddenly, I was interrupted by someone banging on the pub door. I was about to shout who's there, but then I remembered what my dad had told me, never shout who's there, as it shows that your alone, just stay still and quiet and hope that they go away eventually. But unfortunately, the person didn't seem to give up and continued to knock or should I say, bray on the door. I walked to the door and reached up, as high as I could and unlocked it, as it was a little to high for me to reach, as I only stood at five foot tall. I opened the door to see who it was, to inform them that were were closed, but I was shocked to find him standing there. He then started to barge his way in and I backed away.

"We're closed Mr Shelby". I said softly not wanting to anger him. "Just get me a drink". He stated coldly, as he removed his peaked cap from his head, his hair wet from the rain, that was falling outside. I then walked further back into the pub, allowing him access, as I then walked around the bar, to grab him a bottle of whiskey that he likes, as well as a glass. He began to cough a little, I was just about to ask him if he was alright, but I bit my tongue to prevent me for doing so, as I didn't want him snapping at me. He then stood to face me on the opposite side of the bar, as he slammed his hat down on top of it and grabbed the bottle and glass. He then turned to sit at the table closet to the bar.

I swallowed hard, as my breath become hitched in my throat, I was scared of saying something wrong. "Shall I leave you alone?". I asked softly, not moving from the spot I was in. He then, slammed the glass and the bottle down on the table. "I came here for company". He said coldly again, not looking at me and just staring at the floor. "Where's Harry?". He asked me, as he went to sit down in the chair. "He took the night off". I told him, still frozen to the spot. "A-a-and he went to the pictures". I continued, as I stuttered slightly, as I finally found the courage to walk out from behind the bar and join him in sitting down in one of the chairs near him. He then poured a drink for himself and knocked it down without a second thought.

"H-h-hows your beautiful horse?". I asked. Thomas then took another swig of another drink and then leaned back in the chair and sighed heavily. "I just put a bullet in his head". He replied. Now I didn't know much about horses, but I knew that they only shoot them, if they are poorly or are hurt. "Was he lame?". I asked. Thomas just sat there, staring into nothing for a moment, the only sound that could be heard was the sound of the rain getting heavier outside. "He looked at me the wrong way". He said. I was a little confused by what he meant by that, but didn't feel comfortable enough, to question it. "It's not a good idea, to look at Tommy Shelby the wrong way". He added, as his eyes widened before relaxing again.