"i can't lose anyone else. i can't"
On Friday, Arthur and Lottie waited at the boxing ring for Arthur Sr. to arrive. As the clock ticked away, Lottie knew what had happened, but she remained to support him, in the hope that she was wrong. She put her hand over his, feeling his nerves. He smiled weakly back at her, before taking a large gulp of his beer, and then the other beer, meant for his father, untouched.
Saturday morning came and he had still not arrived. Arthur dropped his head in his hands and pushed the table in fury. Lottie closed her eyes and waited him to be finished. He breathed heavily, seething, too upset and hurt. She walked over to him and took his face in her hands, soothing him. Once his breathing was slowed, she finally said, "Come on," she whispered. "Let's go find him. I think I know where he'll be."
Taking his hand in hers, she led him towards the station, the two of them running up the steps to try and see if he was there. The rain whistle blew and they knew they'd have to be quick. They looked around and sure enough, there he was. Arthur stared at the man. "Dad?" He said.
Arthur Sr. turned to them, cursing silently to himself. They walked towards him. "Hello, son," he said. His eyes then landed on Lottie. "My god," he muttered. "Lottie Thorne, look how you've grown."
She didn't even fake a smile like she normally would have done. Instead, she just glared at him coldly, clenching her jaw and her fists.
"May I ask who gave you my whereabouts?"
"No one needed to," spat Lottie. "Although, I checked with Marston and found that you left him your bill for your whores."
He chuckled. "Well, at least we got to say goodbye." He glanced at his pocket watch. "And bid a fond adieu to your dear brothers, would ya?"
Arthur just looked at him confused. "How could you do this to us?"
"Do what, son?"
"All that stuff you said about the Shelby Casino," he ranted. "In Atlantic City."
"Hm, well, if truth be told, I'm not so acquainted with that promised land as I had thee believe," he shrugged.
"You're a fucking liar..." Arthur murmured. "And a thief. Now you give me back my fucking money!"
Arthur Sr. sauntered closer towards them, she he was speaking into his son's ear. "'Do not despise the thief," he said. "Who steals to satisfy his starvation'. That's in the Holy Bible, son. And I have starved for so very long. So, fare thee well. son," he spat.
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Y O U R C R U C I B L E "May you be in heaven a full half hour before the devil knows you're dead." Lottie Thorne, sister of the notorious Freddie Thorne, is counted as part of the Shelby family. And her loyalty is...