"Morning, Sophia." I hear him knock the door. I open my eyes. I'm still here. It wasn't a nightmare, it was real. "Time to get up." The door opens. I look at him and he smiles at me. "We have a busy day ahead of us. Places to go, people to see." He says in his sing-song voice. I stare at him.
This man destroyed my life. I will kill him, if it's the last thing I do, which it probably will be if I'm honest.
"Do you have any clothes I could wear?" I ask, trying to pull my thoughts away from murder, which is never really a healthy subject to be dwelling on.
"If you look in your wardrobe and chest of drawers, I have bought all of the clothes you normally wear." He says, gesturing to them.
"So the stalking hasn't stopped, then?" I sigh and sit up.
He grins. "It's nice to see you're not as hostile."
"Look, just because I'm not actually ripping your head off, doesn't mean I don't wish I was." I throw the covers off me and I hear him chuckle.
"Meet me in the dining room for breakfast." He leaves. So I get up and look through the drawers and discover that he's right - he has recreated my entire clothing collection. I've got to give it to him, he doesn't miss anything out. The devil is in the detail, as he always used to say.
I put jeans and a jumper on and look at myself in the full-lengthmirror. Without my make-up, I look like him again. I take my contacts out because they're beginning to hurt. Minus the hair, I'm the spitting image of him. Unfortunately.
I go downstairs, to where he's waiting for me in the dining room. I sit down. He smiles at me.
"Full English breakfast?"
"Just toast, please." I say, just as Carrie walks in from the kitchen. I gasp. "Carrie, hi!"
"Sophia!" She grins at me. She was the maid and cook back when I still lived here. I really like Carrie. "Just toast? No tea?"
"Alright, then." She walks into the kitchen.
"Today, we have a lot to do." He announces and sits down opposite me, in the seat he always used to sit in for family meals, which makes me realise that I'm sitting in mum's place... "And I think we'll start by dying your hair back to its natural colour." He says, making me gasp.
"What? No, I like it like this." I protest. I don't, really. It doesn't suit me.
"Well, I don't. You'll dye it back." He says and sips his tea. That's that then, I guess.
"Why did you make me do it?" I ask suddenly. He looks at me and his eyes soften.
"To make you like me. I did it so we'd be the same. I did it for you, Sophia."
I look away. "You ruined my life, James." I whisper, wiping the tears away before they escape. "Don't you miss her?" I ask, wondering. There's a pause as he thinks about it.
"Sometimes, yes, but it's very rare." he says. "And call me Dad. Please. You're my daughter."
"No. I'm not your daughter. I'm the daughter of John and Mary Watson." I protest. He slams his hand on the table. I jump and look up at him.
"No, you are not!" He shouts. "They adopted you because you're my daughter. They're just using you, Sophia. You're just too desperate to see it."
"Fuck you."
"Now, now, manners, Sophia." He scolds. "I want us to put the past in the past and start over again. I want us to be a family again."
I look at him. "I will never forgive you." I say just as Carrie walks in with my toast and tea. She frowns at the obvious tension between us. She puts the plate down. "Thank you, Carrie. How are you? It's been a while."
"I'm well, thanks, Miss. Moriarty." She smiles and I narrow my eyes at her.
"It's Miss.Watson, actually." I say through my teeth and glance at my father. If looks could kill, I'd be in a body bag.
"You can leave now, Carrie. You are relieved of your duties for the rest of the day." He tells her. She nods at him.
"Thank you, sir." She says and leaves. Great.
"I didn't know my name wasn't good enough for you." He says as I bite my toast.
"I didn't want to be reminded of you."
"Okay. You'll change, Sophia. You'll get over it." He says it like it's nothing. I sigh.
"Are you going to let me go back to my real home?" I ask, making him laugh cruelly.
"Not a chance. You done?" He asks, gesturing to my empty plate.
"Yes." I snap.
"Good, come on. We have to go somewhere."
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Daddy's Girl
Fanfiction"Why couldn't I have had a normal life? Why do you have to be so... you?" // "This is the hand you've been dealt, Sophia. There's nothing you can do about it. Play the game the best you can with the cards you've got. That's all you can do."// "I...
