Lost Inferno {The LOST Chronicles, BOOK 2}

Chapter 10- Into Darkness

Maddy's Pov-

I had been moved into the temporary care of a family of the Jones'. Well I say the term 'family' very loosely. The Jones 'family' consisted of Mr Jones, who was a large burly man whom was very sleazy, it appeared from my little snoop around, when they were out, that he was indeed a dodgy car sales man. How original!

Mrs Jones was, well my being completely honest she was a bit of a tart if you asked me, all she seemed to do was walk around in the skimpiest of clothing and sponge off her husband, from the time I'd been here, which yes it had been around about a week now, she never cleaned or cooked so I had to fend for myself, not that I minded of course, she probably would have given me food poisoning or something anyway.

From what I could tell, the Jones' were only in this for the extra money that would be given to them to look after me, even though they weren't even caring for me, they only spared a tiny room in which most utilities were stored. This wasn't a room! I mean I had a bed yes, even though it only consisted of a child's camp bed and a thin sheet blanket to go over me, there wasn't even a pillow! Then in the rest of my 'room' there were various chemicals, foods and all kinds of junk! I could barely had enough room to stand in here but this was better than having to see the Jones' so I stayed in here for most of the day, until I would be summoned or get hungry.

All of this really was unbearable but the worst part of living with the Jones's was definitely their two, yes two, sons. Simon, was the older of the two brothers, he was 19. He wasn't exactly tall but he was a considerable amount taller than me, which nether the less did intimidate me. I only ever seemed to see him in a tracksuit, addidas was his main brand, he wore a cap like he was some kind of rapper or something, and it really was a struggle to keep myself from laughing at him. He acted like he was some kind of hard core, gangsta criminal or something but he would never contain the amount of guts to actually commit a crime. Then there was his brother, Jamie, he was 17. Jamie was the real problem here. He was taller than Simon, which was even more intimidating for me. He had a burly, deep voice like his father's, which seemed to boom around the room like a base. He was loud, obnoxious and certainly wouldn't be afraid to make his thoughts and feelings show, especially his anger.

I hated it here! I had slowly gotten over the agony and torment of finding out my only friend in the world, who would have quite literally became my boyfriend, was in fact working for Moriarty. It would seem that I couldn't really trust anyone anymore, although I knew that I could always count on Sherlock. He was always there for me, he would always care for me and he would always come and find me.

I know it had only been about a week since we got separated but I had felt a deep, full constant pain inside me ever since. I needed him, we needed each other.

This was honestly unbelievable, how could they just arrest Sherlock like that? For arson? He didn't even do anything! Why would he? He had no reason to! I was still angry with Lestrade that he didn't intervene in the matter, he could have stopped this surely!

I felt so alone and out of place with the Jones', they certainly weren't welcoming and they certainly didn't care the slightest bit about me.

I hadn't seen Sherlock, John, Lestrade or Mrs Hudson in a week and I admittedly did think this to be a bit strange. I mean I know Sherlock is being held in custody until everything gets sorted out and they realise that it's all a mistake so I couldn't see him but I would have at least thought that John would come and visit me or Mrs Hudson, she'd be worried sick about me as we had become quite close over the weeks since I arrived at Baker Street. I would have thought that maybe Lestrade would have had the decency to come and see me, considering the fact that he didn't do anything to stop this from happening!