I lay on my bed staring into Arthur's forest green eyes. I didn't know how or even if I should react.

He lifts his head and runs his thumb over my burning cheek.

Both of out heads snapped to the side as the door was slammed open to reveal Aunt Pol.

"Get up, Daisy." She said harshly giving Arthur the cue to leave.

"Aunt Pol, I am so sorry, I should've told you where I was going a-" I began apologizing.

"Don't even try to fucking start with me. I was worried sick about you, Daisy. How was I supposed to know if you were off being raped on the streets or trying to kill yourself after all you've been through this past few weeks? Eh?" She yelled.

I closed my eyes and let my head slowly drop.

The blankets were snatched off of me as I was pulled out of bed and onto the rough, wood floor.

I groaned and stood up.

"I'm leaving town for a few days to check up on Ada and Freddie. Seeing as I cannot trust you, you must be watched over at all times by Tommy. You will go to work with him, you will go to the Garrison with him, you will go to the bloody lou with him, I don't give a damn. You are not trustworthy. You're pathetic. If I hear you pulled any more of your little games, I will personally drag you down the street by the hair, you hear me?" Pol said while stripping me of my sleepwear.

"I understand Pol, but Tommy? Why not John or, or Arthur?" I weeped.

She looked at me with fury in her eyes.

"You will do as I fucking say, now put this on and then meet Tommy downstairs." She growled throwing a dress at me then stomping out the door.

A single tear fell down my cheek as I placed the tight fitting dress over my petite yet curved figure. I put on some mascara as well as red lipstick and began my way down the stairs.

The boys were downstairs, cigarettes in hand while sitting at the dining room table eating some breakfast.

Tommy lifted his head and placed the cigarette in his mouth while staring at me.

I stood there with my teeth clenched as Pol walked over to me.

"Put your damn coat on and cover up those love bites."

I grabbed my floral overcoat from its hook as well as a white scarf and placed them on my body. Tommy stood up and joined me as he placed his coat and hat on.

"Let's go." His deep voice growled as he opened the door to reveal the streets whiteness.

I looked back at Arthur who was looking sympathetically at me and gave him a miniature smile.

I then walked out of the house, my body being hit by the chilliness of the December air.

"We're going to the Garrison." Tommy growled as I followed in his footsteps.

"Oh, wonderful," I nervously chuckled. "Why? So you can snog that trashy barmaid?"

"I've got business matters to take care of. And I wouldn't be calling her trashing. At least she isn't the one with another mans love bites all around her neck, yeah?"

"You're just angry because your not the man who placed them there." I huffed.

"Possibly. But you have no right calling her what you have been with all the whorish things you've been doing lately."

I stop in my tracks.

"Like being raped? I'm sorry. I didn't know that I was a whore for being knocked unconscious and then being brutally sexually assaulted."

Tommy stops as well and simply looks at me.

"Let's go." He says grabbing my arm and beginning to walk once again.

I yanked my arm from him.

"Get your bloody hands off of me, you asshole."

We reached the Garrison and stepped inside to a half-full atmosphere.

"Go sit." He demanded.

I rolled my eyes and sat in the corner of the room facing a window.

A figure on the opposite side of the street began jogging towards the pub.

I fixated my eyes on him and nearly lost my breath.

My body began to pulse as the person entered the Garrison meeting eyes with Tommy.

Each man smiled widely and walked towards each other.

"No. No, no, no, no..." I whispered to myself in panic.

"Jack Willing Readers! How are you, sir." Tommy called out and gave him a proper handshake.

"Jack Willing Readers... JWR... JWR..." I murmured.

I grabbed my thigh in which had initials carved in it and began to breathe heavily.

The two men began conversing and sharing laughs.

My mind drifted to Christmas Eve. Everything replaying in my head. Cooking. My father. Running. Him.

I glanced up to meet eyes with Tommy who was by the side of Jack.

"Daisy. Let me introduce you to my good friend and new partner to the Peaky Blinders, Jack Willing Readers." I gulped refusing to take my eyes off of Tommy.

"Jack, this is my family friend, Daisy Murphy."

I slowly moved my eyes towards the direction of Jack.

He was smirking. Looking at me up and down. He recognized me. I recognized him. All too well.

He grabbed my arm and placed a light kiss of the top of my hand.

"What a pleasure, ma'am."