Unsure | DearDiary,

My god. I'm going to die. I was cornered by Inspector Campbell. THe man loooking for those gund that fucking Tommy has. Goddamnit. He's an idiot. How did thst man even KNOW who I was? i'm so scared.

he asked so many questions about tommy and arthur and polly and some fucking person named kimber. who the fuck IS KIMBER??

that bastard punched me in the stomach and when i spat on him he... he FUCKING LAUGHED?? i think i was my scaredest then.

then he drilled me about sylvia. no one knows he did this. how do i tell them??? should i?? maybe i'll tell andy. he wont yell and scream at me for something i couldnt control. no. i cant tell him either.

because then he will know i am a shelby and then he'll run a million kilometers in the opposite direction because im a peaky blinder princess. thats what boys like to call ada and i. princesses to the throne of tommy shelby. fucking cunts.

A week later | Dear Diary,

I'm not sure how to even write this down in words. But I have a terrible terrible bad feeling. The bruises from Campbell's "interrogation" have finally faded a bit. They're green and hurt still. I think he may have broken one of my ribs.

I know Polly can see how I hold my side but she hasn't said a word to me. She watches everything with keen eyes though. I'm not stupid. I feel like Sylvia may have told aunt Pol about Anderson. Thing is, Sylvia's only seen me with him once and she doesn't know his name. After she caught us, I've been more careful.

I swear I have. There's no way she knows... there's no fucking way.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

Either way if it was Fawn or Sylvia IM FUCKED. God I shouldn't have let myself fall for that stupid bloody boy.

I want to kill that Campbell cunt so badly. I've never been angry in my life but I am vengeful. Maybe nows my time to act like A Shelby.