Sherlock Holmes

Chapter Seven-Why me?

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I was stuck...between two choices. Call my brother to get me information on who really is after me or go to that smug curly man and finally ask on how he proved his point. 

Of course I would call my brother, I am not lowering myself just to beg for Sherlock to spill his intelligence. 

It has been a couple days now, and I have been just sulking in a apartment trying to research any information that I found. Now I was sitting in the public library. I take out my phone and corner myself. I was really nervous to call him because I know that he ignores me...and just hates my guts. Why? Well because he think I do dirty work, which I don't. If there are people out there that are doing pathetic crimes, they need to be rid of. Of course he doesn't believe anything I say or my parents say. He is exile to my parents meaning, there is no contact anymore. My parents hate him and prevent me from talking to him or even seeing him. But days like today, I need to talk to him, he might know who is after me, or what group? Maybe! Sherlock can't know and I don't even understand on what he meant by saying I proved his point. I don't care anymore, well maybe after my brother doesn't help...I will go to Sherlock. Maybe.

I start dialing with shaky numbers, lets hope he picks up his cell...or even if the number is the same?

The dialing go for a couple seconds then someone picks up, "Hello?"

I was really nervous, "Um, hi Jake..."

I hear a pause, "What do you want?"

Now I was mad, "What? No, oh hey Luna, haven't talked to you for a long time now?"

I hear another pause then a sigh, "You didn't call, so what was the point?"

I say, "I didn't call because mom and dad won't let me, plus they tracked my phone, but I got rid of it now!"

He says, "You could have untracked your phone from them a long time ago, why now? You want something from me?"

I pause, "I'm sorry, I just couldn't..I am sorry Jake! I really do miss you though, and you know how mom and dad are like if I talked to you, Its not my fault they act like that!"

He chuckles, "You don't even know how their really like. Look Luna, I have to go."

I was confused, "I am in trouble, the trouble does not bother me...but it troubles everyone else...and I don't know who or what the trouble is. I am stuck!"

He sighs, "Then get unstuck."

He always uses sarcasm, "Oh come on! I don't know anything, all I know is just bits of little pieces and I don't know how ugh!"

I hear shuffling so maybe he is walking now, "Luna, just put the pieces together. Wait what trouble? The usual how your parents send you out to commit crimes?"

I roll my eyes, "They are not crimes! And my parents, you mean our..."

He says, "You heard what I said. And yes they are crimes. Anyways, maybe now the trouble is coming after you because on what crimes you did."

He always twists my words, "They are not crimes, I help, why would anyone...do such things to get rid of me?"

I hear a pause, "Wait what? What are you talking about?"

I had enough, he never listens to me, "You know what Jake, I don't care anymore. Bye."

He says, "Wait I am confused-"

I hang up. I have to go to someone who will listen to me. Yeah, that's not Sherlock of course. But...he has some information...like what really is bugging me is when he said I proved his point, I want to know what he meant!

My phone starts ringing and I ignore it. I guessed it would be Jake, but right now I need to finally make Sherlock happy. 

I get out of the library and start walking down blocks to get to Baker street. I grab a snack on the way. Finally I arrive at Baker street 221B. I knock and it takes a couple seconds until a woman opens the door. 

She nods, "Oh, new client? That's good! They both are upstairs!"

I nod and smile at her. I walk in and start going up the stairs. It wasn't hard to find his room, the door was wide open and I see John on the laptop and Sherlock laying on the couch staring up at the ceiling. 

I cough to get their attention, "Hi."

Sherlock keeps his eyes on the ceiling, "Told you I am always right. You owe me John."

John looks at me then back at Sherlock. He opens his wallet and throws some money at Sherlock. Wait...they were betting on me...if I will come or not? Wow. Now I feel really stupid. 

John gets up and grabs a chair, "Please sit down, you must have lots of questions!"

He sets the chair between the two chairs and sits down. While I sit on the chair across. 

I say, "Actually, I only have one question-"

Sherlock sits up, "-And I know what that is."

John sighs, "Sherlock, let her talk."

I shrug, "If curly knows why I am here, then why doesn't he spill."

Sherlock stares at me for a while, "It was all a set up." 

I narrow my eyes at him, "Wait what?"

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I am ending the chapter here because I want you guys to think!

What is Sherlock talking about?

Why do you think Jake called back? How is Jakes character? Why is he exile? 

Who do you think is this group? Any ideas people? Because its going to shock you! 

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