Kayla's PoV
THAT BITCH! SLY, MURDEROUS, LYING, BETRAYING, FUCKING BITCH! I kick over the chair and flip the sofa. Smashing several mugs of old tea, I scream. My anger turns into sadness.
"WHY?" I scream. "WHY? Why, why, why?" I sob, hiccuping and slamming my fists helplessly against the wall as I slide down curling into a ball. Shaking and whimpering, I think about how well things had been going...
~ 2 weeks ago ~
"Kayla?" She repeats. "Are you hearing me? Can you answer my question?"
"Yes and yes." I reply, in a machine like tone.
My therapist looks at me expectantly, making me exclaim:
"Gosh! Just because I can answer doesn't mean I'm going too!"
She sits there, used to my stubbornness.
"Does the question make you uncomfortable?"
"No."
"Is there someone or something stopping you from answering?"
"No."
"Can you tell me why you won't answer?"
"Yes."
She waits expectantly again. I give her a look. She sighs.
"Okay," She breathes. "You win."
"I always do."
She hums in amusement. My eyes wonder the blank room aimlessly.
"What about your job? How's that faring?"
"Uhhh... not so great..." I mumble into my shoulder.
"Sorry?"
"I may have shouted at my manager last week and may or may not have got fired... Again..."
"Okay. That's okay. Will you tell me why?"
I'm silent for a minute and decide not to answer sarcastically.
"One of my colleagues was acting suspicious. He kept buying me flowers and complementing me, obviously trying to cover up mistakes he'd made. I told my manager, he said I was wrong. Consequently, I exploded - not literally."
"Okay. That's okay." She repeats steadily. "Do you think you went wrong?"
"Well obviously, or I'd still have a job."
"Good. I think, maybe, the man buying you flowers and complementing you, was flirting."
"I thought we promised not lie to each other?"
"I'm not lying, Kayla. However I understand your reasoning."
She glances at the clock.
"Hour is up, Miss Holmes. Be safe, I'll see you next week."
I smile at her genuinely and nod.
Walking out of the door, I'm greeted by the icy, cold air. I dig my face into my scarf.
"TAXI!" I shout.
The warmth of the vehicle sends chills down my back. The familiar routine sickens me - back home to study. Nothing exciting, nothing new, but I guess this is normal life. I'm so bored I could could scream.
"Address?" The cabbie questions.
"221b Baker Street."
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Forgiveness and Sacrifice (Sherlock's Daughter)
FanfictionKayla Holmes is moving on with her life, picking up the pieces. She's living as much of an ordinary life as she can - solving cases, studying, babysitting... Until she discovers a secret, that threatens to tear her down again. Can she hold herself...
