It's Only Temporary (Sherlock fanfic)

Chapter 5 • It's Going Down

Oh, anger doesn't begin to describe what I'm feeling. This man has basically summarized my entire sad life and I didn't even tell anyone about it. How he could have figured that out, I won't know because he is about to freaking eat the dust that I kick at his stupid face.

Sure, I'm shedding tears, but that's because he knows who I am. He knows everything about me and he's about to be sorry he ever opened his mouth. I would probably have rabid foam at the mouth when I get my hands on him.

Without another thought, I lunged for the man with the obnoxious curls. I was pulled back by my uncle who held onto my arm, unable to get to my torso in time. Sherlock sat perfectly still as I had an episode.

I wanted him to burn. I want him to suffer. This man does not deserve the information of my private life and the one I so desperately tried to leave behind but no! He has to bring it back until I have a mental breakdown and I and going to make him pay! Lessie wasn't supposed to know that I was depressed! I wanted him to have that delightful girl that was being missed for so many years. The one that was miserable in that hell hole of a town where my mother wouldn't even let me go to the grocery store to get some milk. No matter how drunk she was, she kept me back until I ran away. And I hope to god that she never fonds me or else Sherlock isn't going to be the only on hanging from that huge Ferris wheel!

Greg pulled me out into the hallway with me banging on the door. He pulled me far away enough for me to not break down the door.

"Zaira!" Greg held onto my arms as he did after our first hug. But this grip was tighter. He didn't want me to escape. I tried to get away, but my uncle wouldn't let go. He was too determined to keep me here. I looked his way with rage. "Please calm down!"

"Calm down?" I repeated. "Calm down? That man has got my whole life figured out and you weren't even supposed to know--"

A lump got stuck in my throat. I always hate to admit that I have things like this. This is supposed to be a new chapter in my life but I can't start it if people keep bringing up the past! I don't want to have to talk about this with him, but now I have to. Thanks to that arse in the living room, I have to talk about depression with my favorite relative.

"Zaira, if you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. I will respect that, but at some point, we will need to discuss this." He rubbed my arms soothingly. "I will be here for you when you need to talk, okay? Just don't take it out on him. He doesn't understand human emotion that much first-hand. You know I told you he likes to impress people."

"By exploiting their personal life to everyone with open ears?" I stressed.

He thought for a moment. "Kind of, but--"

I scoffed. "Well, congratulations, Uncle Les! I just might move away again! Barely did any unpacking last night so it will be very easy!"

"What? But you just got here--"

"And I will have just left as quickly as I came! I here Paris is very beautiful!"

"Zaira, don't be like that--"

I thrashed out of his grasp violently. "Don't be like what? How would you like it if a complete stranger just openly told everyone about everything that's happened in your life, particularly the bad, and in front of the only person that you truly trust?" I hardened my anger on him. His face looked very hurt by my words. Is it bad that I hope that's how he feels?