SO hi guys! Thank you all so much for you reviews and thank you for the advice QueentakesJack
I just want to iron out some of this issues from my story. I may have got messed up when I was thinking of the dates and characters, I though legend was set in the 1950s, so it would explain the ages of the people being a little of but hopefully this chapter sorts it out.
So here we have the aftermath and some of the back story!
Kitty looked up towards both brothers as the loomed over her, trying to take it all in. She felt the anger seething underneath her skin, bubbling away, how dare they tell her, no demand these things from her, they did not own her.
'Don't you dare tell me what I should do! I actually was begging to like you two! HOW DARE YOU THINK YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO CONTROL ME…..' Kitty burst out, and on impulse her hand shot out and slapped Reggie across his face. She wanted to regret in immediately but she didn't have the heart to, she was angry and didn't want to regret it.
There was a moment of shock and Reggie darned laughed at the slight stinging in his cheek. Always having such a tight hold on herself she was unable to control herself, she lunged forward and used all her weight to cause the gangster to stumble back slightly. They were both like tanks almost a foot taller than her but she was a dancer and a child during the war. She was strong to a degree and during the war she had been taught things, she knew she would never win against them but she could still hurt them.
'Don't you fucking laugh at me! How dare you treat me like a child! I fucking hate you both! You think you can tell me what to do….' She yelled.
In a thrash of arms and legs she toppled onto one of them on the floor, she was waiting for him to punch back, to hit or slap her, toss her across the room, grab her neck, something, anything but nothing. She didn't know how long she was doing it for, seconds, minutes, hours will she felt a steel grip curl around her torso lifting her of the brother she was straddling. She struggled helplessly as she was brought to her feet, no matter how much she knew it was futile she kept struggling, in her moment of insanity all she wanted to do was lash out.
'I can tell you what to do because you are mine' and with that the gangster crushed his month onto hers.
She was so blind with rage she didn't know which twin it was! It didn't matter, she hated them both.
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Kitty was born Catharina Asimov, to a Jewish jeweller and a Danish Gentlewomen. Her life was good, she was taught lesson from, science to maths and every evening she would take dance and singing lessons with her mother and sisters. Her mother had been married off to her father at a young age, but they lived friendly with each other, they doted on each other. Her mother from what she could remember would involved with committees and a life of parties and balls, almost every night. While her father had his mistress, Gráinne but at Kitty's young age, she could only pronounce Granny, so that what they all called her, Granny. She lived in the side of the house connected to theirs, and would often spend their days with their family, would go on holidays with them while their mother stayed behind to attend her parties.
She was very young when the Nazi's began to grip hold of the Netherlands, she didn't really remember or understand the insanity going on around her. She remembered their nanny being dragged off by some soldiers, who kept hitting her with the butt of their guns, till she lay unmoving and was dragged into the back of a truck. It wasn't till she was older on she realised that they had killed her for being a Jew, and that made her release how shelter she had been, and for that she was thankful for that last act of love her parents presented her with.
It wasn't long after that, that hey where dragged from their homes and gathered in the square, huddled together surrounded by soldiers, as they there hurled into groups by the SS. Being so small she was cut off from her brothers and sisters slipping through the gaps in the crowed, it was the last thing she remember of her brothers and sisters, the panics screeched from them as she divided away from them. It was her saving grace that day that she ran into Granny, she clung to the small child till the where sectioned off. If it had not been for Granny she would be dead and gone. They had only survived though Granny whoring herself out and making a German solider full in love with her that they escaped being sent into the heart of the death camps. They were stolen away to one of the surrounding villages then sent on to city after city that they were able to escape with their lives, picking up the others along the way. They protected each other and only through that did they survived.
The event of those times, all run through her mind on the trip back home. The Kray's older brother, Charlie pushed her into their limo as drover her home in silence. It was quite early in the evening maybe only 9 at night, she was sure Dita would still be in the club along with Elsa, Eddie would be at the pub and Granny would be home or down the bingo hall. When she entered her house she was welcome to the scene of Granny in the kitchen soft music warming the air, evening as she baked in her kitchen, she still had a glamourous air to her. Hair pinned back and the pinnie she wore revealed her still slim hour glass figure. After the war she seem content to give up her promiscuous life and settle to the mundane almost boring life of mother figure.
Eyes glancing towards Kitty before returning towards her pastries, 'What happened?'
Kitty frowned as she moved slowly down the hall, she was hoping that it would be noticeable but as she past the mirror she could see the damage of the night. Her hair and makeup was in disarray, her hair was frizzing slightly and out of the place, her dressed was wrinkled and crumpled where she had balled it up with her fists.
'They are bastards! They want to own me, like some whore'
Granny never said anything just continues to lay the pasties in the dish before she ripped off her pinnie before sitting down in the chair, waiting. Kitty raced to seat opposite running her hand though her bob.
'They saw my tattoo!and because of that they think they can own me! As soon as they knew I was going to quit they dragged me to away a started to make demands of me! Who do they think I am? They want to own me! They wont let me quit! Fuck that….'
'Kitty, you know more than most that we cannot always do what you want! May this is a good thing, the Kray's interest in you….'
'Don't you dare say a good thing! This isn't the war anymore Granny, We are free! We don't have to live looking over our shoulders….They actually kissed me! After they demanded that I continue working at that place and said I shouldn't cut my hair. I just….arghhhhh. Even after I slapped that smirk off his face they refused to let me quit…'
'Enough! We are women….we are never free, there will always be a war for us. I understand my love but you need to stop acting like a brat and play the game. You just slapped the Kray's in the face and your still alive! Pull your head out of your ass! You got them! Use it! Jesus Kitty have I taught you nothing! Most men would see that mark and think your dirt but they still want you.' Her voice cut into her as she barked across the table before turning softer. ' I know you want love sweetheart…but be realistic all we can ask for is a comfortable life'
Kitty looked sadly down at the table taking in what she said.
So what do you think
Im trying to set everything right. And im sorry for the treatment of the poor Kitty but this is 50/60s women rights isn't the same as it is today. Also I have been reading a book on Holocaust at one women and her sister actual escaped the death camps the way I described with Kitty and Granny. I don't like Granny's attitude either but it was the mentality back then.
How are people finding it?
Im not sure when I can write again as I have a lot of essay due for uni and Im suffering from a bit of writers block! So let me know if you want to see anything in the next couple of chapters. J
Also let me know if you want her to get with Ronnie and Reggie? Both? Neither? I haven't decided yet! Ronnie I think is sweet and lost and has a hidden gentleness about him but he has his problems! Reggie is charming and smooth, sweet and protective.