Flashback: 6 years ago...
"Father!" I said, running into his arms after he's come back from his trip from Ireland. He never told me what his trips exactly consisted of, but he'd tell me there for detective work.
"My darling girl!" He smiled, and engulfed me in a hug. "I've missed you so much." We broke the hug. "How have you been?"
"Good. I finished the book you've gotten me."
"The Art of Observation and Deduction?"
I nodded.
"Was it a good investment?" He asked.
"I'm almost as smart as you, so I believe so." I smiled.
"Strive above me Amelia, you have the potential." My father said.
"Really father?"
"Of course. You're a Lockhart, don't forget it."
"I won't." I said happily.
"Where's your mother?" He asked, looking towards our house.
"Possibly finishing up dinner."
"Alright." My father said, taking his hat off. "Come on."
We walked towards our house and went inside. There we celebrated his return home.
Later at night...
I was tucked away in my bed, looking out of my window. I watched as the trees swayed in the wind, and the moon shine down on carriages that passed by.
I saw this one carriage stop in front of the house. I thought that after a while it would go away, but it never did. I grew more curious, and got out of my bed.
I continued to look out at the carriage, and try to see who was inside. It wasn't until I saw a man get out and come towards our house.
I immediately left my room and went to my parents bedroom were both of my parents slept soundly. I headed over to my father and woke him gently.
"Father..." I said. "Father wake up." I repeated.
My father stirred, and finally opened his eyes.
"What, what's wrong?" He asked with a raspy voice, rubbing his eyes.
"There's a man outside, along with a carriage." I said.
My father got up and looked out the window. At this point, my mother was now getting up and trying to figure out what was happening.
"Who's that?" My mother asked, sitting up.
"I'll go downstairs..." My father grabbed his robe, and began to leave. "Both of you stay up here for now."
I agreed, but I knew I couldn't sit still up here. As soon as I heard my father's footsteps downstairs, I snuck my way onto the fifth stairstep. I watched my father open the door, revealing the man I saw.
I heard them speaking, but I couldn't make out what exactly they were talking about.
I decided that maybe the man was my father's friend, so I headed back up the stairs. But I quickly turned to look back when I heard a gunshot.
Bang!
It was almost as if everything was in slow motion. It's like I slowly watched the bullet pierce the flesh of my father and tear through his skull.
I almost felt like I could've stopped it but all I could do was scream. I saw my father's body hit the floor, and heard my mother rushing down to see what happened.
I ran to my father, and observed his head. There was nothing I could do. Tears began to flow down my face, as I tried to at least clean his head with my pajama sleeve.
The man who pulled the trigger glanced at my teary eyes, and turned to leave. I ran out the house after him, and tried to hit him, but he hit me upside the head with his gun.
I fell on the grass, and saw him get back in the carriage. The driver hit the horses, and off they went.
"Damn you!" I yelled, holding my bloody head. I looked back at my house, and watched my mother cry as she held my father's head up.
"Why?!" My mother cried out. She yelled again in loss and sadness.
Neighbors were now coming out their houses, trying to see what was going on.
I looked around, and continued to cry. I've lost my father so quickly, for what?
And now, I just feel like it's my fault. I wondered if I hadn't told him who was at the door, would he still be alive... would this be the outcome?
I looked at the blood on my sleeve, and my tears dripping down on the stains.
Flashback over
I looked away from Sherlock. I was crying but trying my best not to.
"I didn't know who that man was until my mother sat me down one day and explained everything... My father worked for Moriarty, and tried to get out of it once he found out his terrible traits but she never told me the real reason why he killed him... maybe she didn't know herself."
"But eventually, I kind of forgave myself... tried to make myself believe it wasn't my fault..." I wiped my eyes. "The only way I could think of saying sorry was continuing what my father did." I said.
"I'm sorry..." Sherlock said with sympathetic eyes.
"I'm just somewhat scared for myself." I said, getting up. I felt Sherlock grab my hand gently. I looked into his sparkling eyes.
"Why?" He asked.
"Moriarty might try and kill--"
"Moriarty is no more." Sherlock said, standing up. We were close, and he let go of my hand.
I paused and just stared at him.
"Who killed him?" I asked.
Holmes just stood there and said nothing. I observed his eyes, and it almost looked as though he was giving me a slight answer.
"You?" I said, barely a whisper.
"Yes." He said.
I felt myself ease, and grow warm inside. Justice has been served for me and my family without us knowing.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, and hugged him.
"You didn't kill him for me, but you gave my family justice." I said. " Thank you." I whispered in his ear.
Sherlock was a little stiff when I hugged him, but he then soon wrapped his arms around my waist. He pulled me close.
"You're welcome." He said, then kissing my cheek. "You'll be safe."
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