I've been running all my life. Away from the horrid memories of the sacrifices my mother made to protect me, and to protect my name from this evil world we live in...
But everything's changed...
I've recently found out my mother was murdered by a psychopath; choosing the wrong pill in a game of chance that would give away her secret. That gave away my name.
That cost her her life...
I heard a man named Sherlock Holmes had solved my mother's case along with others who had fallen of the same fate. I must find him so I can warn him: for he does not know what he has gotten himself into...


25. Settling Friendships & Unsettling Experiences

The next, after I get a quick shower and check my bruises (which have gotten better, but not by much), I put on a flowing long-sleeved peach dress and some coal black leggings to get ready for today. I look at my phone guiltily, wondering who I should call first. I then start to pace around the room, considering my options and the pros and cons:

If I call PJ first, it would end the awkward silence between us, but he would probably just kiss me passionately the whole time (which in retrospect  isn't really that bad...).

But then, if I call Phil first, maybe I could convince him that his romantic gesture was really touching and sweet, but it was not only just a bit over kill, but that I also have a boyfriend. However that could leave Phil with his feelings hurt, or he could do...something...

I persistently went back and forth with the pros and cons of each choice as if I was just now deciding my major as a senior in college.



I quickly rush over to my phone, and I knew my decision was already made just from who had texted me.

Message from Phil Lester

"hi rachel...im really srry about wat happened a few days ago. i was over-reacting...talk ovr coffee?"

I take a deep breath, re-read the text, and finally send my reply with a location and an ASAP.


Phil and I meet at the Starbucks about two blocks from Baker Street. I order my regular chai latte while Phil just buys a red velvet flavored cake pop and an orange Refresher. We take a seat out on the open patio, and we silently sip our drinks in unison before either of us speak.

"Rachel..." Phil starts with his shoulders tensed, but I hold up my hand to stop him before he can continue.

"Phil, it's okay." I say with a relaxed smile. "We all get a crazy crush that makes us want to declare our love first thing at least once in our lives." Phil's shoulder relax as we both let out nervous chuckles, our breath creating tiny clouds in the cold air surrounding us.

"I know, but...I didn't even know what I was doing anyways! I've never really 'declared my love' for a girl I really like before..."

"So you do have a crush on me?" I say suggestively. Phil blushes hard and sinks in his chair.

"...Yes...It's just..." Phil was really struggling for the words to say. "You're really beautiful, you have a great taste in fashion and music, you are extraordinarily smart...should I continue?" We both chuckle.

"You may continue." I say before I take a big slurp of my latte.

"Also...I think another factor to the whole 'crazy-in-love' thing was that...I was jealous of the love you and PJ have." His bright audacious smile slowly turns to a small frown. "I don't know if I'm ever going to find a girl that can love me just as much as you love PJ."

"You'll find someone someday, Phil." I say as I reach over to pat his shoulder. "And when you find her, I am going to be the happiest person in all the worlds for you."

"Or him..." Phil says quietly, but I hear it loud and clear.

"Hold on...are you bisexual? If you don't mind me asking, of course." I inquire, slightly shocked.

"I don't mind...and maybe..." Phil replies with a shy smile. I smack my forehead with a grinning open mouth, absolutely gobsmacked. I laugh out loud, but Phil shushes me with a wide smile.

"Well, that explains some of your fashion choices." I laugh even more, and this time, Phil laughs with me rather than shushing me again. "Wait..." I say as I come upon a very important realization. "Do you 'like' Dan?"

Just before Phil can open, my phone starts to ring. "I will find out." I tell Phil as I answer the phone call.

"Yello, Rachel speaking."

"Rachel, It's John." He sounds troubled, and I am automatically concerned.

"What happened? Is everything okay?"

"...Not really; there are these kids we found at a factory that had eaten mercury-poisoned candy."

"WHAT?!" I yell out loud, ignoring the fact that I was in public. "Where are they?!"

"We've got one of them a the police station with us, the other is unconscious and in the hospital. They're okay."

"No, they're not!!!" I almost scream at John. I check around to make sure no one is eavesdropping. "They ate fucking mercury John; fucking mercury. These kids are not okay, even if they say they are." Phil attempts to say something, but I hold up my free hand to signal him not to speak. "You know what, I'm coming over there right now." I stand up out of my seat and gesture to come with me.

What's going on? Phil mouths with concern as he follows me to the curb.

I'll explain later. I mouth back. "TAXI!" I yell into the empty road before us, and cab appears in less than a minute, as if by magic. "I'll meet you at the station John." I say, and just before John can protest, I hang up. "I'm sorry I had to cut this short, Phil, but I am needed elsewhere."

"It's okay." Phil says with a casual smile. "I understand. I'm just glad I got to talk to you and sort stuff out, ya know?" I smile, give him a quick peck on the cheek, take a seat in the cab, and shut the door with a thud.

"Take me to the police station please, and fast!"

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