My Father's Daughter: The Life of Alexis Moriarty

Chapter 20

"Alexis, wait!" Sherlock shouted after her, as she walked briskly out the door and down the sidewalk.

She had just watched her father start to crumble in front of her. First his face fell, then his spirits, then his body as he fell to his knees as she walked out.

"Alexis, STOP."

She whipped around and glared at Sherlock. "Excuse me?" She turned to face him full on. "Did you just order me to do something?"

Sherlock stood tall and started to walk toward Alexis. "Listen to me. You're not thinking straight-"

"I'm thinking just fine." She spit. She took a step backward for every one he took toward her. "You don't understand. You don't know me. You don't know anything." Alexis stated coldly.

Sherlock's hands dropped to his sides and he stopped dead in his tracks. He looked at her with an expression she had never seen on him before. He started to say something, but Alexis interrupted him.

"Why don't you just go home, Sherlock?" Alexis spit, her arms wrapping around her as the cold started setting in under her coat. "Just go home."

Sherlock stared at her for a few more moments. She could tell he was hurt, but she didn't care. She stood her ground until he turned around and walked the opposite direction. She watched him walk for a second before turning around and walking away.

She started to walk, then she jogged, then she ran. She pushed her legs to go faster than they had ever gone before as she ran away from that flat -- away from her father -- away from the lies.

After thirty minutes, she was completely out of breath. She stopped and leaned against a building to calm herself a little. She closed her eyes and covered her face with her hands, and stayed like that until her breathing had slowed down to normal.

She finally opened her eyes and looked around, realizing she didn't know where she was. She didn't recognize any of the buildings around her.

She walked for a few minutes, kicking a rock along the sidewalk. She was still so angry. Why did people lie to her all the time? Especially her own father?! Aren't parents supposed to tell you the truth? Aren't they supposed to be loving and helpful?

She sat down at a bus stop and put her head into her hands. She felt bad for yelling at Sherlock. She even started to feel bad about yelling at her father like that. They way he broke when she said those awful things...

She could hear a few cars drive past on the street, and she listened to the lulling sound of rubber on asphalt.

"Oh, Alexis." Someone sang. She looked up and saw a black car parked in the street in front of her. She was about to turn her head, when it was yanked backwards by her hair. A syringe needle was pushed into her neck, and almost instantly her vision started to fade out. "Hiya, Lex." An American accent whispered into her ear. Trevor turned her head to look at him and grinned. "Miss me?"

To be continued in book 3...