Sherlock and his Daughter

Chapter 1

Great... yet another day in this hell hole I call home. Every single day my mom leaves at 6am to go to work , she is a waitress at IHOP, when her shift is over she goes to the bar to get drunk with her boyfriend. They come home drunk and start beating me, they laugh while I cry.

Now some of you may be wondering "where's your father". Well that answer is I don't know. My mom left my dad when she found out she was pregnant with me. She wanted to get me aborted, but the doctors told her that she was too far along to go through with it. She also considered adoption but then she realized all of the extra money she could get from the government.

My mom won't even tell me my dad's name, she just said that he is a heartless bastard who knocked her up. Little does she know that I actually snuck into her room a few weeks ago to look for information about my dad. As I was snooping around I noticed my birth certificate on it read Name: Elizabeth Jane Marie Holmes
Mother: Lindsay Miranda Lennon
Father: William Sherlock Scott Holmes
D.O.B.: April 28, 2002

I began researching Sherlock to see if I could find anything useful such as his location. I googled him and a website called "The Science of Deduction" popped up. I clicked on the link and read every single thing he had ever posted, I personally found it extremely interesting. Sadly there was no information on his where abouts except the fact that he lives in England.

I was forced to dig deeper, desperate to find my father. After hours of searching I finally came across John Watson's blog. I clicked it and scrolled through and found that he was my father's room mate and he posted an address! I wrote down my findings and quickly walked over to my secret stash of money inside of my dresser.

I have been taking money every week from my mother for the last 5 or so years for the day that I ran away. Never much usually $10 or $20, she never notices that it is gone though. I count up how much I have, it's a grand total of $4380.

That was about a week ago, now I have successfully gotten a passport, bought a plane ticket, and converted all but $20 of my money to euros. My flight leaves tomorrow morning at 8:30am, so I am getting ready for bed so I don't over sleep. I lay down for bed feeling excited and nervous. I'm excited because I am finally getting out of here, but I'm nervous because my dad my not like me. Anyway... wish me luck!

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Hey guys I hope you enjoyed the chapter sorry it's kinda short I was typing this on my phone. I apologize in advance if there are any grammatical errors in this book. Also if I get anything wrong culturally because I'm from America so I don't know all the traditions or customs so feel free to help and let me know if I mess anything up I promise I won't get offended. Also if anyone has an idea of things that can happen in the future of the story let me know and I will consider everything. Also if anybody wants me to read their stories let me know and I will ☺
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