Sherlock Imagines [ Book 2 ]

Little Toy Guns [ S.H. ]

Type: Songfic ( Little Toy Guns by Carrie Underwood )

Pairing: Daughter!Reader , Sherlock x OC

Warnings: None

Requested by jackskellingtonrulz5

[ you said you needed it so i wrote it ASAP, hope things get better doll <3 ]

in between the coats in the closet she holds on to that heartshaped locket

"SHERLOCK I'M TALKING TO YOU!"

"Actually you're yelling at me, there's a distinct difference."

"DO YOU HAVE TO BE A SMART ASS?"

"I've been told so."

"GODDAMIT WHY CAN"T YOU LISTEN?"

Staring at a family flawless but it ain't a pretty picture tonight

You stared at the picture sitting on your desk, two parents smiling at the camera, a little girl in her mother's arms. Their smiles were so bright - one look at that smile and you knew they were happy. But the frame hid the torn edges, the constant screams, and bickering that never ceased. You sighed, entangling your fingers in your hair as you stared at the paper on the desktop. Various scientific terms were scrawled on the study guide, but you couldn't force yourself to focus. Your mind kept floating to other thoughts, you gave an exasperated sigh. If you failed this final your mother would surely kill you. If you brought up the distracting screams you'd surely be dead.

Mom and Daddy just won't stop it, fightin' at the drop of a faucet

You bit your lip, placing your head down on the desk. If only you could get a brief moment of silence and actually get something, anything done. You knew your family story a little too well, Sherlock had used your mother just like had a woman named Janine, and she had guilt tripped him into marrying her when they found out she was expecting you. Every day you're constantly reminded how you ruined her life, and how much of inconvenience you are.

Cuts through the walls catastrophic

"(Your Name)!" Your mother screeched. You leaned over and cracked open your door.

"What?!"

"Um I'm sorry, try again. How do you address your mother?" (a/n no joke this is what my mom does)

"Yes ma'am?" You answered through gritted teeth.

"Get out here."

You sighed and pushed your chair back, slowly standing. Every time you sat down to work she needed something. Tears pricked your eyes as the frustration burned throughout you, mixed with the stress. You had to ace these finals, you just had to. It was one of the many burdens on your shoulders, the rest of the world was pounding on you. Friends, parents, school, drama, it was all so much. You knew some of it was just part of life, but oh what you would give to be free of the baggage of your parent's fighting. You walked out of your room and into the open living space. "Yes?"

"Watch your tone." Your mother snapped. "Now, didn't your father forget to pick up milk AGAIN this morning?"

"He had a case to hurry to." You shrugged, you looked over at Sherlock who was hunched over a microscope. You and him were close at one point, solving cases together as he explained the different ways to deduce murders. As your mother became more insufferable, those days became a distant memory that you struggled to reach.