'This was it.' She told herself.
The smoky streets were some what familiar in her head but the house its self wasn't. It set in with the rest of the street, dark grey almost black with the same charcoal door. The only thing that stood out was the gold knocker sitting against the door as if inviting her to use it. This was how it was for the last half hour. Her standing across the street looking at this home and on occasion seeing a wee boy look back out at her.
You can do this. You CAN do this. Your father is here and he will forgive you like he has in the past. He loves you. He said so. He WILL accept you back as long as you accept the lord back in your life. No more being a gypsy scum.... No more men. Just you and your father.... Father. Hee, he had every right to rid of her.
She got the gall to walk to the door when it was swung open and a man, who wasn't her father, stood before her with a blank expression.
"Who are ye and the fuck do you think you're doing stand in front of my house?" He asked.
He had a mail boy cap on that gave off a glint when the light hit it.... He looked familiar. Stood tall and proud, sunk in cheeks or maybe it was cause he had cheek bones that could slit your throat open if used the right way. Little freckles staining his white yet not pale skin. His ocean blue eyes though were his best feature, eye catching and brighter than the sun itself.
"Sorry to bother sir. I'm looking for my father. A Arthur Shelby? Does he reside here?"
The man gave a quick look of shock before looking her over and letting a quick 'fucken Arthur' out before slamming the door and shouting out
'ARTHUR! YOU DAMN FOOL WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!?"
Foot steps were heard and soon the door reopened and the man from before stood there along with another man who looked like a much younger version of her father.
"Oi! I have no fucken idea who ye are or who the fuck put you up to this but I'm NOT your dad love." He had said as soon as he opened the door.
"I know sir, my father is much older.... Politer. I have the wrong Arthur. I'm sorry to bother." She squeaked, being impolite was not the way to go.
"This here is Arthur Shelby Jr. There is a senior." the blue eyed one replied. "Who are you?" He asked.
Now bother men were joined by a older woman who had a look of anger on her face and her nostrils only further flared when she seen Marcheline at the door.
"Who the bloody hell is this and why the hell aren't you at the family meeting?" She barked at the two men. Arthur jumped and seemed to collapse in on himself but the other one... He just stared at his guest.
"It seems our father got busy well he was married Pol. This seems to be his bastard child." He replied.
"You're only a bastard if the father leaves the whore behind with the child." Marcheline snapped.
Then like magic she had two guns pointed to her head by both men well the woman smirked at her well leaning on the doorway.
"Say something about my mother again girl. I dare you." The blue eyed one barked, glaring at her with the half
"I said nothing of her in the first place. I'm only trying to find my father."
"Tommy? Tommy Shelby? Oh my! Bless the lord. You're my brother.... Well kinda. I'm adopted but-"
"What?", Pol, as she went, by asked, "That poor excuse of a man ADOPTED a child? Who the bloody hell are you!? This meeting is off Tommy. Come in child.... Boys! Lower you're fucken guns or I'll put lead in the both of you." She snapped, rubbing her head before walking into the house and opening the door wider.
"I don't want to be a further bother and if my father isn't here then there is no reason for me to be." Marcheline tried to protest.
"No one says no to Polly. Come in before I come to me senses." Tommy replied.
Both the guns were lowered and she was herded into the house into what seemed to be a kitchen.
"Now tell me everything." Polly demanded.