Belleview Estate.

Its black gates encased in weeping trees.

Stone pillars stood tall, with winged, stone creature perched on top, watching all those who entered. The gravel driveway snaked around the trees and up a hill where the house stood.

The front door stood shielded under a porch where a little lantern hung, casting out an eerie glow.

Most of it was swallowed by overgrown rhododendrons. The rest of it was swamped by trees; so many trees, that Belleview House could hardly be seen from the country road it loomed over.

Belleview Estate. Now haunted by screams and cries from the woman who lived there. Locals said she was a banshee, or that some dark magic had a hold of her. The staff that worked there had been fired and nobody came and went from the big house anymore.

Mollie May screamed as she threw her empty glass at the wall. A sly laugh escaped her lips as she picked up another bottle and read the label. "For the eradication of seemingly incurable sadness." She took a swig from the bottle.

Her knees gave way and she crumpled to the floor, "Well, clearly not." she chuckled, taking another drink. Then her eyebrows furrowed and she grew angry. "It fucking doesn't!" she yelled, whirling the bottle at the wall as hard as she could.

She curled into a ball, her hands bawling into her hair as fresh tears fell from her eyes. "Damn you, Tommy Shelby! You liar!" she hadn't heard from the Shelbys since the fight. She suspected Arthur's funeral would be soon, but she doubted that she would be invited to say her final goodbyes to her brother.

Tommy still thought Mollie May killed Arthur. After everything they'd been through, he still thought she could order him killed.

A sob echoed throughout the room as she squeezed her eyes shut. She thought of Arthur. Despite the last few months, Mollie May still loved him.

He was her brother. He had looked out for her when nobody else would. He protected her when they were kids and he had continued to protect her up until last year.

A ghostly smile traced her lips as she remembered the time she had nearly drowned in the canal, because Arthur had fallen asleep at the side. Well, he had tried his best to protect her most of the time.

Another faint smile played with her lips when she remembered the hammering Arthur had got from Pol when she had found out about her close encounter with death.

Her smile shone through her tears as another memory of her and Arthur running from cops flashed in her minds. She remembered having to run twice as fast to keep up with Arthurs long, lanky strides.

John was quickly left behind and Tommy had split from them as a distraction. Ada, who wasn't meant to be there according to 'the plan', had tagged along and she too had been left behind with John.

"They're too slow!" she remembered Arthur yelling as they left the youngest two behind. "They'll be fine, just keep running."

Mollie May remembered Ada and John shrieking for Arthur and her to wait up as they hopped over a wall and into a back alleyway. The laughter that burst from Arthur and Mollie May was loud enough to get them caught as they sprinted down the alleyway, holding their sides.

She rubbed at her eyes as more hot tears streamed down her cheeks. Another sob ripped at her lungs as she tried to stifle the sound with her hand.

She must have fallen asleep on the floor of the big, old, cold house because next thing she knew somebody was whispering her name above her. "Mollie May?" the woman spoke softly, shaking her shoulder gently.

She opened her red eyes to see Polly hovering over her, "Aunt Pol?" she questioned her aunt, her voice horse from all the crying. Polly helped Mollie May sit up, her body stiff and aching from lying on the floor all night. The bottle of gin had split all over her during the night and a small pool of vomit had seeped into the carpet.

"Are you okay, Mollie May?" Polly asked her, taking her goddaughters hand and giving it a squeeze. Mollie May wiped her mouth with her sleeve and gave a small nod. "What where you doing? What were you thinking?" Polly rushed before pausing to look at Mollie Mays pale face, "Why didn't you phone me?"

Mollie May shrugged. She stood up shakily, her hand going to her head which started to spin. "What would you do?" Mollie May smarted, shrugging off Pollys hand. "Baby me?" She picked up the split bottle of gin, tipping it into her mouth to get the last mouthful.

Polly smacked the bottle from her hand which made Mollie May scoff. "I'll get another bottle, don't worry."

She stumbled to the liquor cabinet with Polly close on her heels. "Mollie May, it's not going to help and you know it." Polly told her firmly but Mollie May laughed.

"Maybe it helps me." She cried as her voice broke. "You let Arthur nearly drink himself to death and never said anything. Why do you care?" Polly watched as she took a swig from the whiskey decanter.

"You passed a blind eye when Finn went for the snow. When Tommy went off the rails. Why don't you let me? I think I deserve a fucking drink!" Mollie May yelled through her dry lips, her red eyes shining.

Polly looked blankly at her. "Put down the decanter." "No!" "Mollie May, put it down. You're drunk enough as it is."

Mollie May shook her head after a quiet tear rolled down her cheek. "No."

Polly reached for the decanter, "That's enough, give it to me. You're being stupid." Mollie May jerked backwards to avoid Pollys grip. "Oh, I'm being stupid now, am I?" she slurred as she took another drink of whiskey.

Polly knocked it from her hand and whiskey poured all over Mollie May. The decanter shattered as it hit the ground. "Let me have my fucking drink!" she screamed at Polly. Polly took Mollie Mays hands tightly in her own which made Mollie May try snatch them back furiously.

"Mollie May, I know you're grieving. I know. But you can't go on like this. You can't; you have to move on."

"Oh, so I'm wallowing in self-pity now too!" Mollie May yelled, "You want me to forget about everything like you? Like Tommy? Well forget about it! I'm not fucking Tommy." she screamed, try to pull herself from her aunts tight grip. "I'm never gonna be like him! I don't want to be anything like him! He's a fucking liar!"

Mollie May put her hands over her head. She slid to the floor again and rested her head against her knees.

Polly was kneeling in front of her in an instant, her hands on Mollie Mays knees. She pressed a kiss into Mollie Mays hair, "I do care. And I know you're not Tommy, which is why I came to check up on you."

Mollie Mays body shook. Her face scrunched up as her tears started to fall freely again. Polly pulled her into a hug, wrapping her tightly in her arms as she cried. "I will always be here. I'll always love you. Even though you're not mine by blood, I love you like my own child and I don't want to see you hurt."

Mollie May nodded slowly in Pollys arms. She sat with Mollie May for another while, until the girls shoulders stopped shaking. "I'm taking you back to Kings Road." Polly told the girl, "You shouldn't be alone in this big house. C'mon."

Polly took Mollie May by the hand and led her to the car.

When they got to Kings Road, Polly boiled the teapot while Mollie May had a bath and changed clothes. When she came back down the stairs, her and Polly sat in the kitchen, cups of steaming tea in their hand.

"You feeling better?" Polly asked Mollie May as she sipped her tea. Mollie May nodded. She was tired. Her head was still throbbing and she didn't quite know whether to laugh or cry or to go to sleep.

"Tell me about my father." She spoke up, surprising both herself and Polly. "At the fight, you said something about my father. What did you mean?" Polly gave her a light smile before setting her tea cup down on the table.

Her fingers traced the rim of the cup, thinking of what to say. Finally, she looked at Mollie May, "Your fathers still alive."

Mollie May set her own cup down rather heavily. She pulled her legs onto her chair and put her hands over her eyes. She had always been told her father and mother were killed when she was six. That was why she went to live with Polly.

She didn't remember ever meeting her father after that. She didn't really remember much about her parents at all. Polly had always told her stories about her mother, how similar they were, but she never heard anything about her father.

"You know your mother was killed in an arson attack. That bit is true. But your father didn't die that night. He was the one that rescued you and brought you to me. You were just a kid, with long, golden brown hair and big, bright blue eyes.

He wanted you to live with me, your godmother. He thought your mother would want that. All he asked was that I took you to visit once a month. We always met in the same place, just outside Coventry, past Belleview.

Every time we met though, he got worse. He turned to drink. He blamed himself for your mothers death."

"Why?" Mollie May asked quietly. She had never heard this story before. She wanted to understand what was going through her fathers head, what he was thinking.

"He was in a gang." Polly told her. "Some deal went sour between your dad and another gangster and they wanted revenge. So, they decided to set his house on fire. Your father blamed himself for your mothers death. As he should have." Polly added bitterly.

"What happened then? Why wasn't I allowed to see him again?" Polly drummed her fingers on the table and swallowed heavily. "He was becoming dangerous. He was getting violent. All the drinking started to take hold of him. The more he drank the more he wanted. He didn't recognise his daughter anymore; he didn't want to. She just reminded him of the wife he lost.

So, I stopped taking you to see him. I didn't want you to remember him in that state. I didn't want you to remember him and all that pain. I never told you anything about him because I knew as soon as I told you he was alive; you would want to find him."

Mollie May rubbed her eyes. "What was his name?" she asked, realising she didn't even know her dads name. Polly looked at her, her eyes tearing up. She knew she would ask. She had tried to believe that Mollie May would let him go, but she wasn't surprised when the girl looked towards her with teary eyes.

Polly put her hand to her mouth and shook her head. Mollie May watched as her aunt fought back her own memories of Mollie Mays parents. They had been close friends and Mollie May could only imagine the pain her mothers death had caused Polly.

"William. His name is William. And he was a good man, but Mollie May, you have to promise me you won't go looking for him. He's not the same man who loved your mother." Mollie May wiped her cheeks with the sleeve of her jumper and shrugged.

She couldn't promise that. He was still her father. Didn't he deserve a second chance?

"Mollie May, do you promise?" Mollie May let her head roll as she sighed, "I can't, Pol. He's my dad." Polly scoffed, rubbing her forehead, "For fuck sake." She muttered before glancing at Mollie May, "At least promise me that you won't get involved in his fucked-up life. That you won't try to save him, because he can't be saved."

Molly May nodded once, "I'll try my best." She smiled weakly at her aunt, who returned the feeble smile.

Polly stood to go. "I wanted to let you know, Arthur's funeral is tomorrow. You don't have to be there, but I thought you would want to know." Mollie May stood up as well, walking with Polly to the front door.

"Thank you." She muttered quietly, feeling slightly uncomfortable at the words which had left her mouth. She couldn't remember the last time she had thanked anyone. Polly just gave her a tight-lipped grin.

Then she walked to the car. "Oh and Mollie May," she called over her shoulder as she opened the car door, "don't go back to that house by yourself." Mollie May raised an eyebrow at Pollys peculiar tone.

"Why?" "It doesn't feel right."

Mollie May smirked. She had always thought Polly was a witch. However, despite Pollys bizarre warning, Mollie May found herself sitting in her leather chair, behind her desk in the drawing room of Belleview Estate later that afternoon.

The whiskey decanter and bottles of gin still lay shattered on the floor. She didn't intend to clean it up, not yet anyway.

For now, she just wanted to sit.

She crossed her arms and sat back in the big chair, closing her eyes and listening.

She could hear nothing.

Everything was so silent and peaceful.

There wasn't a sound throughout the entire house. Nothing moved.

Outside, she could hear the birds chirping. A faint rustle of the leaves on the trees as a light wind blew. Mollie May took a breath, allowing the stillness to numb the pain in her chest.

That was, until she heard a car racing into her driveway and her front door bursting open.

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Dun dun duh!!!!!

It's begun guys...

I think I can say now that there is 20 chapters in total, so only three chapters left. I hope you guys are excited and enjoying it. I'm sad it is coming to an end.

Divine Rights took me a lot longer to write than Heavy is the Head, for me the whole book feels like a dark cloud (like a nimbostratus cloud) whereas Heavy is the Head was more of a white fluffy cloud ( a cumulus clouds ;) I do geography A-Level can u tell? :)

I'm not too sure why that was? I really loved John in Peaky Blinders so I'm going to put it down to the fact that he is missing. Even watching season four is just so sad cause you can definitely tell there is a blank space without him.

But, because it took me a lot longer to write, I've really put some thought into Mollie May and her development through out the books. I hope you guys can see some development both good and bad, (I tried to make it realistic because not all dev. will be good, lets be honest.)

Thank u to everyone who comments, votes and reads, it means so much to me that people actually like what I write cause half the time I just come up with these ideas and decide to write them down so thank u guys. xx

So anyways, that was the longest A/N I've ever wrote.

Oh also, did u like the intro to her father? Any predictions for what will happen there?

I hope you guys enjoy the beginning of the end!

Lily x