The Life Of Miss Amelia Holmes: The Locket

Amelia Rose Holmes. Is Not your average High school student. With the constant drama of her life and the ever so sudden appearance of James Moriarty will she be protected.
(Sherlock Holmes fanfic)

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2. The Argument continued.

 

CHAPTER TWO-

 

After being rudely rejected I drifted down stairs, to find a note from mother and father saying they were gone for the week end...again! I slowly attained the thought that Mycroft wouldn't be coming out of his room for a while, so started to prepare dinner. The door bell rang. I waited for any movement upstairs before answering the door 

"Hey Mia, is Sherlock in?" John said, his eyes smiling. John Watson, Sherlock's best friend, with soft caramel hair and chocolate brown eyes that resembled those of a puppy. John had been always been they’re like a member of the family. He was the cement that held everyone together.

"Yeah sure, sulking in his room" I smiled back. He walked past me and strolled up the stairs. I went back to my task of preparing a traditional Sunday roast. I hoped this would please Mycroft, as it was his favourite.

More shouting echoed from upstairs. The only words I could make out were "childish" and "weak." It seemed Mycroft was always talking about himself.  

"Dinner! " I shouted, laying the feast upon the table. Mycroft, Sherlock and John slumped down the stairs. As they were seated, I laid the intricate banquet before them. John smiled at me, understandingly. I was so glad someone was a good influence on Sherlock.  I heard a murmur from Mycroft.

"Sorry what?” I snapped.

"I said I can't eat this! It’s disgusting." He barked back. As the tears prickled down my cheek, I felt my hands shaking and as the dish I was holding smashed into a thousand pieces and I ran upstairs. I stumbled slightly on the top stair but recovered quick enough not to hear the argument that was meanwhile blazing.

"You Idiot" Sherlock shouted.” She puts so much effort in to stop us from killing each other and now you've done this! And stop smoking Mycroft, it doesn't suit you." With the shocked face from Mycroft he carried on “Yes I know. I thought you would have figured it out."

“You should have kept your mouth shut” Murmured John, scowling at Mycroft’s surprised face.

I heard the pitter patter of footprints sprint up the stairs; the speed of a thousand gazelles. 

"Mia?" Sherlock said, colder than usual, knocking hard on the door. That was the thing he didn't get emotions, he was logical; calculating, cold and logical. He was so engrossed in his work he forgot his family. He forgot me. I felt like the most socially fine person in our family. I mean, Sherlock was my life, I looked up to him and every day wished I was as intelligent and brave as him, but I was constantly pulled out of class for new cases and still I had more acquaintances that my brothers put together .But ‘family before friends,’  was my motto.


 



 

 

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