𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄 | 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑶𝑪𝑲 𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑴𝑬𝑺 [1]

ten.

"it makes me wonder why i'm still here."
Welcome to Paradise by Green Day

"sherlock, now is not the time!" i huff, walking into my house.

"but it's the perfect time to talk about it! come on con- never mind."i shut the door in his face before he finishes.

"mum, constance is back!"  my brother yells from the living room.

my mum walks into the room, making me grimace inside, considering the fact i didn't tell her, or, anyone as a matter of a fact, that i was leaving.

"would you like to tell me where on earth you have been for two days?" she had that look where you know you are about to be skinned alive.

"i thought i told you where i was going. i would never leave without telling you where i was headed." that was an amazing alibi, or so i thought.

"don't lie to me young lady." she scowls.

"ugh, i was with sherlock holmes." i sigh, beginning to walk away when she grabbed hold of my arm.

"the detective?"

"exactly like the detective."

"ambrose!" i scold the young boy.

"what, mum asked if you were with sherlock holmes the detective so i told her!" such a suck up. i was royally pissed at the fact he was ratting me out to my extremely judgmental mother.

"so let me get this straight. you left the house for two days with sherlock holmes and you didn't tell anyone where you were going?" she yells.

"yes."

"no more leaving. you need to grow up. go to your room. and absolutely no more sherlock."

i walk to the door and open it. sherlock was standing there and heard it all.

"i'm sorry." he whispers.

"it's alright. it's not that big of a deal."

AN
three thousand reads in a month. y'all are amazing and just, so many positive adjectives. ILYSM
-aj