Chapter 13- Bullsh*t

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It was way too quiet, I hated it. After they cleaned up the mess, Sherlock, John and Mycroft just stared at me. While I just stared at my half eaten pizza, scared to eat it. I am going to end up puking it back out. 

John coughs, "Well, I am pretty sure there is treatment or something that will go against what the pill has done to your stomach."

I look out the window and ignore him. I wanted to go into a corner and cry my eyes out.  I really did not know why I wanted to cry anymore, I just wanted to cry. I basically have given up, well just a little bit, I really want to punch Jake.

Now I can't eat, a girls worst nightmare. 

I sigh, "...How about you guys just send me back? No point of doing anything now, I currently can't eat until I don't know and I don't know where my parents are or my bloody brother."

Mycroft turns around, "I believe you do know where your parents are, and the drug will decay later in the day since you have taken a bite."

I roll my eyes, "If my parents used me, then I'm guessing they changed their places on where I had settled them at."

Sherlock smirks, "So you admit that your parents used you?"

I tilt my head to the side and glare at him, "Shut-up. This could all be another set up for all I care."

He keeps on smirking, "I am just saying....I was right."

John interrupts, "No, you looked at the files that's why. You didn't figure it out by yourself."

Sherlock rolls his eyes, very attractively I must add, "No, I meant knowing how her parents are using her."

i glare at him, "Okay okay, so what, you're always right?"

He nods, "Yes in fact-"

I roll my eyes, "I don't care. Can we leave."

Mycroft looks out the window, "I'm not sure where exactly."

I clutch my waist, "What do you mean? Why can't you just send me back to the hell hole? I'm fine with that."

Mycroft sighs, "I don't think that is allowed anymore. There are more threats now."

I bite the inside of my cheek, "Yeah, like my pathetic parents."

John coughs, "You can't give up on your parents that fast."

I give him a stupid look, "They used me, and genetically modified me...what more can I say?"

John moved his eyes side to side, "Maybe there was a reason-"

I interrupt him, "-No they used me to do their dirty work. Whatever, I don't care anymore. I need some time to think, need to know where my brother is."

 Sherlock lifts his head up by a bit, "Are you sure he didn't plan this? Maybe he's expecting you?"

I smirk, I lean over and get really close to his face, "Oh is curly worried about me?"

Sherlock lifts an eyebrow, "Not in the least-"

I stand up on my tippy toes and pat his head, "It's alright curly, you don't have to show your feelings here."

He opens his mouth, "Why are you so-"

I shake my head and wink at him, "Save this for later curly."

I look at John and Mycroft and they were just staring at me with confused looks. 

I roll my eyes at them, "What?"

 John stands up from his booth, "I don't have any business here anyways so, I am leaving."

 Sherlock glares at me and walks out the pizza shop with John, leaving me standing awkwardly beside Mycroft.

Mycroft sighs, "Okay, I know where to hold you. Follow me and don't do anything stupid."

I raise my hands up and nod. As if. 

He walks out the door and looks around, he then starts walking across the street. I follow him and he keeps walking right, I realize he was walking to his ride. Great, I am so not going with him.

The car was at least a hundred meters away, I had time. 

I run up to Mycroft, pull his arm down where he then hit the corner of my forehead withe his cane. I pushed that away and hit the back of his neck. He collapses to the ground and realize people are starting to watch. This is where I run for my life. 

Again. 

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