My Horrible Life
It started with sobbing, no wait, back up. My name is Jessica and I killed my father. It started off as a pretty normal day, but it didn't. You see it only looked like a normal day. I had a plan to kill my father. Right now you are more than likely thinking what a horrible person, killing their dad. I'm not trying to justify because it was wrong but, well I'll let the story explain.
Sherlock Holmes was on the case (though I didn't even know who he was at the time.) which would probably explain why he was there when I went to confess. Now you're thinking, what?! You see they had closed the case because they couldn't a good lead or any evidence. Not even Sherlock, so why would I confess? The answer is simple, I felt bad. I know you still have plenty of questions and I will answer them…. Eventually.
"Hello Jessica, what can we do for such a lovely young lady?" Lestrade asked me. "You can bring me to an interrogation room for starters." I replied. He laughed but when he realized I was serious, he stopped. "Whatever for my dear?" he asked more quietly. "I want to confess, I killed my father." First he looked at me stunned, then angry. He sent me to room 204 with the instructions to wait for my interrogator. Then he called for Sherlock. "I think you're going to want to hear this." He told him.
"Hello Jessica." Called a silky British accent. I looked up. There was a man with dark curly hair and blue eyes. I would later come to know him as Sherlock Holmes. "Why did you do it Jessica? What was your motivation? It wasn't for money." He spoke again. The games up, I had to answer. "He mistreated me every day. He raped and beat me. I tried to tell the police, but they wouldn't listen. They wrote off all my bumps and bruises as clumsiness, and the accusation of rape as a childish fantasy. They thought I made it all up because I didn't have a boyfriend. I did, at least until the police fed him their lies." I said this all calmly like it didn't bother me, but it did.
I continued, "My boyfriend thought I was cheating on him with my own father. How gross is that? I literally barfed in his face every time he raped me. After the tenth time he got wise to it and grabbed a barf bucket." It was so gross to even think about. "I could have handled it, but it wasn't just me he raped and beat, it was also my little brother and sister. I had always entertained fantasy's of murdering him in his sleep, but it wasn't until he killed my brother that I took action. I just snapped like that was the last straw. It took weeks of planning unfortunately my sister died during that time." I looked up still calm to see their faces frozen in shock. "That's why you couldn't find DNA traces on them, the DNA was too close to the same thing." And yet there was still one thing that I didn't bother to tell them. "Why did you decide to turn yourself in?" Lestrade spoke up. That was a tough question.
"I guess I felt bad. Even though he did all those things he was still my father. Besides it wasn't all his fault. A mob killed mom and after that he started going crazy. Funny how things come full circle. Dad was coincidentally in the mo that killed mom. They mistook her for a dangerous enemy that they had been following for some time. Because of a mob, mom was lost. Because mom was lost, dad went crazy. Because dad went crazy, his daughter is in the office for charges of murder." This, after all I had been through is what caused me to crack. I started sobbing.
I was going to make it a one-shot but I decided against it. Obviously Jessica isn't my real name but I put it there just the same. This is supposed to be Sherlock/Reader so if you want a copy I'll send it via pm and you can save it on your computer. Then you can change the name to your name. What do you think you are hiding from the police?