I handed him the paper.
"Oh thank god." he said relieved. "I gave you the wrong note." he explained. "Oh..." I said.
"Yea, you were just to stupid to notice." he mumbled. I smacked him. Clear as day. I slapped Mycroft Holmes across the face. His head still faced the way I slapped him, a hand print began to form and I stormed out. I slammed the door.
I began to walk down the hallway. I wasn't sure where I was going but I found myself walking outside.I left the school and walked to my house I sat down on the couch. I sat in Silence for a while just thinking.
After a few minutes of shoving my emotion deep down where Mycroft will never be/see I turned on the TV. I watched other emotionless stupid people, which made me feel much better. I guess I lost track of time as I heard a knock at my door.
"Don't come in!" I shouted. Apparently they only heard 'come in'. The nob turned but I didn't bother looking. I knew who it was.
"Hey." He mumbled sitting next to me. I stood up and walked into the kitchen. "I know you're mad." He said. "You should have been Sherlock." I mumbled, grabbing a nice bottle of Colavita (wine). I turned to find Mycroft right in front of me. He snatched the bottle away.
"You can't drink." he told me. "You're under age." he explained. "Hasn't stopped me before." I smiled. I went for the bottle but he raised it high above his head. "Give it." I said. He walked over to the sink and began to pour it down the drain. "No!" I shouted. "It's for your own good!" he yelled pouring the last of it.
I quickly grabbed a beer from the fridge and before he could catch me I ran up the stairs, I locked myself in m room. I quickly drank the bottle. Mycroft jiggled the lock.
"Open the door!" he yelled. I grabbed another beer. Then I put it back and grabbed my old vodka bottle. I drank it as my vision blurred. I saw Mycroft shove his shoulder through the door breaking the lock. He walked over to me and grabbed all forms of alcohol pushing it away from me. Except for the vodka. It dangled in my hand almost empty. He sighed before taking it and drinking the rest. It wasn't a lot but it didn't matter.
He sat next to me. "What have you done?" He asked rhetorically. We sat in silence, before I stood up and managed my way down stairs. He followed curiously. He picked me up bride style and carried me to the car. "I'm sorry." I said. "I know." he started to drive me to his house.
"You can't drink away you're life. Rules aren't meant to be broken." He told me. "Thats the one thing rules and hearts have in common." I told him. He smiled and walked me inside. He placed me in the guest bedroom. Alone. I thought it was because he was mad, when in truth he didn't want me to see him cry. As much as he wanted to hide it I heard him, which made me cry. Only I cried in silence.
