Are you Richard Brook or Moriarty?

PET? But im a student!!!! CH 3

Another short chapter SORRYYYY

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I was trying to analyze the situation. I thought Sherlock was a good guy. Would he shoot me? I knew Mr Brooks would not help me or care, he would just let me get shot.

"What are you doing Sherlock?" Mr Brook asked calmly like there was no gun at all.

"I'm bargaining, I can tell you want to make a pet out of her"

Pet what does he mean? WAIT DOES HE MEAN ME! Me A PET!

"PET!?" I almost yell irritated.

"Hmm" Mr Brook simply said.

I ripped myself out of Sherlocks grasp and stormed to Mr Brook, and grabbed his shirt. His eyes opened wide as soon as I touch his shirt.

"Not the Westwood" Sherlock joked with a smirk.

Mr Brooks eyes were boring into mine, he grabbed my hand on his shirt. "Get off me" he growled.

"No" I growled back.

His grip tightened on my hand, he attempted to pull my hand off, my hand would not let go.

He seemed surprised by my iron grip.

"Why are you grabbing my Shirt?" He asked trying to stay calm but rage still was in his voice.

"Because you think I'm some 'pet!' IM A STUDENT" I said in rage.

I looked up at the doorway that was now empty, Sherlock had left. Did Sherlock want me to get mad? Did he calculate that I would rage at Mr Brooks.

Mr Brooks took the advantage of me not paying attention by hitting my hand that was gripping his shirt away and attempted to push me away with his leg. But his legs pushed my legs this making me fall on him. I gahsped.