I Can't Stand You Sherlock

Chapter 20: Back

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I was free. No Sherlock, no Scotland Yard, no John to tell me what to do and how to act. I was completely and utterly free so why wasn't I happy? I didn't feel liberated. I was disappointed more than anything, at who, I really didn't know. Me, Sherlock, it didn't matter. Maybe I needed time. I knew what used to make me feel better, and I will get to that again.

I could hear a man behind me yelling into his phone saying it wasn't his fault he messed up some failed relationship. He had to be talking to his wife and from the words he was using, I'm guessing he was talking about an affair that he had.

The way he was talking, I could tell he hit her. His words were harsh as I heard venom in his voice. He was abusive. This made me sick, people made me sick. They were so flawed and I was so over humans. They were always there to let you down, hurt you, stab you in the back, so why even let them in? I shouldn't be around people. People were always out for themself's, they didn't care about others. The fragile got hurt, and the strong prevailed.

I wanted to teach this man a lesson and because I had no one watching over my shoulder, I could do whatever I wanted.

This was going to be easy. I needed this to register on an emotional level with him. I needed to look weak and helpless in front of him to get his attention and maybe he would follow me. There was a 50-50 chance this would work. I glanced at him with tears in my eyes, then walked down an alley and sat down with my head in my arms. Now all I had to do was wait.

"Miss can I help you?" a voice gently in front of me.

I looked up at him and smiled as I wiped fake tears from my face. "In fact, you can." I got up from the ground and punched him in the stomach, then took his wallet. "Think about what you say to your wife next time," I said and elbowed him in the back, causing him to topple over.

A smirk came to my face as I walked away. I was back on top and Rori Anderson was back. I took the main road again and dug into the wallet I just got. 200 quid that would last me a couple of days. Oh, and what was this? I pulled out a debit card with a smile. I was going shopping. Before I did anything more, I had to change my looks because, after all, I was on the run.

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"It's 100 quid miss." The women said who was selling the boat tickets to get to Ireland.

"I only have 80 and I really need to see my grandmother, she's sick, and I traveled all the way from London..." I pouted and made the saddest face I could. I had 100, but I knew by the photos with her kids hanging up in the back wall of her office she was a softy for family. I could get it down to 80, I knew it.

"Ok kid, here you go," she said as she handed me a ticket without even paying.

"What about the 80?"

"You can keep it for the ride back. The man on the other side isn't as soft as me."

"Thank you so much," I said and gave her a small smile, then walked over to the boat and got on. That went better than I thought. I still had that charm.

I sat down on a seat on the boat and looked around. It wasn't that full and the people that were here were business people. I would pinch a couple wallets to get some extra money but I was a bit worn out from all the traveling. I hadn't slept in about 23 hours and I was beyond tired.

I blew my still running nose, then closed my eyes as I listened to the surrounding people talk. A couple close to me was talking about what they were going to do in Dublin and another person was talking to her husband, saying that she got on the boat late and put the kids to bed without her.