The Most Beautiful Mistake Of My Life-A Holmesbury fanfiction (AU)

Chapter 1

Now, where to begin?

My name is Enola Holmes. I am sixteen years old. You might think I am a typical normal teenager, but you couldn't have been more wrong. I was homeschooled by my wonderful mother, Eudoria Holmes, and my annoying elder brothers, Mycroft and Sherlock until I was sixteen. Mycroft is twenty and Sherlock is eighteen. My father, Siger Holmes is at work most of the time. He's always at work before I wake up, and back at home after I sleep so I barely get to see him. I have ADHD, but I've learned to cope with it thanks to my Mother.

The way my mother sees it, you don't really need anyone in your life. Friends. If you have friends in school, you will probably lose touch with them when you all leave for different Universities. Enemies. What's the point of holding grudges when they don't mean anything to you? Sure, they might have ruined your life, made you miss a big opportunity, or made you have some type of trauma, but at the end of the day, why should you care about them? Let karma deal with it. She taught me all that from a young age. 

I was confused at first, but my mind grew up living with that fact. That's why she decided to homeschool me. Honestly speaking, I've always wanted friends. But I decided to keep my mouth shut, believing that my mother speaks only the best for me. Although nowadays she says that she might've been a bit too harsh and a few friends wouldn't be bad for me. That's one of the reasons why she's decided to send me to school.

She always says that if I want to do something with others, I should do it because I want to and not the others. She says if I'm doing it to fit in, then it's not me at all. And I agree with my mother completely. She told me to do whatever I think is right, no matter the situation. She told me to never ever do anything else but what my own brain tells me to do.

Now, before you think my mom is stupid, let me tell you one thing. She raised me right. Although, she is a bit controlling. I've wanted to tell her before, but I'm too scared to. I feel like she might say that I'm being silly and be disappointed in me. So, I keep quiet.

Now, my mother is sending me off to a school tomorrow that I don't even know the name of. I am currently staring out my window, wishing I didn't have to go to school tomorrow. I really don't want to deal with people. I sigh and start getting ready for bed. Mother says that I need energy for school tomorrow. I guess she's right.

I really don't want to do this. I'll have to deal with people! I don't have social anxiety, I just find it very hard to be kind and polite all of the time. I guess it's a bit rude of me, but still! 

And now, instead of preparing myself to sleep, I am going to prepare my clothes for tomorrow instead. I absolutely love buying and wearing clothes. I have various tastes, even though most of my closet is a Dark Academia style. For tomorrow I want to look nice, but not too attention-seeking. I decided that I'm going to wear a pleated skirt and a brownish-yellowish sweatshirt over my black shirt. As for my shoes, I'm going to wear my ankle brown boots. They had heels, but they weren't tall at all.

I just realized how late it is- it's 12:30 PM! I better go to sleep before my mother or one of my brothers finds me. But being the chaotic person I am, I've decided to eat some chips as a late-night snack. I take a deep breath and start to tip-toe downstairs. Mother and father are already sleeping, so I don't want to wake them up.

Almost there...

Almost there.......

Yes! I've made it. Now to open the closet very slowly...

Then I hear voices.

Shit. What's happening? I slowly walk toward the voices, and I realize it's my parents fighting in the living room. So they aren't asleep after all.

"Why? Why are we wasting money on her? She's useless! Just keep on homeschooling her, it isn't that hard!" 

It's my father. I'm pretty sure that he's talking about me...

"Don't talk about her like that! It's better for her! She needs to go out and socialize with other people! And why do you care? You've never been a real father to her!" My mother shoots back.

It's true. As a kid, he never played with me, carried me, or even took care of me. 

I remember it all too well...

It hurts so much.

"I care because we are wasting our money on her! She's useless!" My father yells.

My own father had called me useless. 

"She's not! So shut up! And we're not wasting our money, it's for her own good!" My mother yells even louder.

I've never loved her more.

"Yes, yes we are wasting our money! She was never supposed to be born! The doctors said that she was dying, but she didn't, did she?! You do realize she's a mistake, right?! " My father practically screams.

My own father, my father, MY FATHER called me a mistake. I bite my lip as I try to stop tears from running down my cheeks. 

"Stop it! She's a lovely young lady and I won't let her be disrespected by her father! You, Siger Holmes, are a horrible man!" My mother screams back.

I then hear a slap. Oh no...

I run into the room, and my mother is holding her face and my father is standing over her. 

He had slapped her.

"Mother!" I exclaim as I run to her side and hug her.

"What on Earth are you doing here you mistake?!" Father spits out at me.

"Enola, get out of here and let me handle this!" My mother orders. I ignore her.

"WHY DID YOU HIT HER?!" I scream at the top of my lungs, still hugging my mom.

"BECAUSE I WANTED TO!" He yells back.

"YOU CAN'T HIT HER! THAT'S ABUSE, YOU BASTARD!" I yell even louder.

Father started walking towards me. I then smell strong champagne from him. He's drunk. As my mother once murmured to herself,

Champagne problems...

Without knowing what had happened, I feel a strong force on my cheek. My father had slapped me. Why...

"Enola!" My mother gasps, caressing my cheek.

Mycroft and Sherlock came rushing into the room. Took them long enough!

"What's going on here?" Sherlock asks.

"Nothing. I, your mum, and sister are just having a nice little chat," my father says.

I hug mom tighter, and I feel her doing the same.

Mycroft and Sherlock look at me and mom back and forth and slowly piece together what happened.

"Leave. Now. And never come back," Sherlock says in a threatening voice.

"He can't," my mother whispers.

"Why not?" Mycroft, Sherlock, and I ask at the same time. 

"Because we'd be homeless and broke without him. And, he has the custody of you three," she explained.

My father chuckled.

"That's right. Now go to bed. I don't want to see your faces," he says.

We obey him, not having any other option. 

All I wanted was chips. Only chips. Not to find out that I have an abusive father.

I go to my room before my mother or brothers could talk to me. I got into bed, trembling. I had been holding my tears all this time. 

Now I let go, letting my tears soak the pillow. Hopefully, tomorrow will be a better day...