Hello everyone. Fair warning this is not beta so if anyone wants to take the job pm me!
All family's have their secrets. Some not as bas as others.
This is the story of the Holmes family and of all the demons they hide. The lies they told, and the lives they destroyed. This is your typical family, nothing different about them, and this is their story.
"Mycroft wake up! Stop being so lazy it's the first day of school!" Yelled a very excited fourteen year old girl. The boy in question open one eye to see a fully dressed black-haired girl, brown eyes shining with anticipation at the thought of her first day of high school.
He rolled over and just huddled deeper into the warmth of his blankets, ignoring his little sister. "Leave!" Mycroft growled irritation clearly shown in the tone of his voice.
"Come on!" She squealed. He heard the wooden floor squeak from her shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Don't you want to see him." She continued. At that Mycroft shot from bed immediately, he grabbed the younger sibling. The girl gasped and then tried to pry a cold hand from her mouth. Mycroft had an arm wrapped around the shocked child' s waist and another covering her mouth.
"Melody not so bloody loud!" He ordered. She rolled her eyes, trying to say something, but the only thing that was audible was little muffled noises. He glared at her starting to get annoyed.
"What are you saying Mel?" He asked forgetting his hand that now covered his sister's mouth, but the feeling of teeth biting into his soft flesh and the pain the soon followed reminded him.
"Ouch, that hurt!" He pulled his hand away and flapped it a few times to try to ease the pain, all while his sister climbed off his lap. Mycroft examined his palm looking for any injuries.
"Sorry didn't mean to be so loud. It's the first day of school and I'm excited." She whispered. He looked up and saw her big drown eyes now only showing guilt. Her lower lip puffed out and her hands locked together in front of her. She really didn't mean to be so loud, and was now hoping that her older brother wasn't mad at her.
As if sensing the girls worries he got up and grabbed her shoulders. He gave a reassuring smile, but said in a serious tone.
"I know you didn't mean it, but try to shut up next time." He roses his eyebrows when she smiled at him and gave him a peck on the cheek.
"Okay I promise." She whispered. "But you really need to get dress, breakfast is going to be ready in about twenty minutes. So I would hurry up if I were you." She warned. Melody pulled away and made her way to the door.
Mycroft at the moment only waved her away, but still began to get ready, slightly more hurried that usual. When he heard the close he started to strip off his silk pajamas folding them nearly on his bed. Now in only his underwear he marched to his walk-in closet and began to choose his outfit of the day.
He choosed a three piece suit. A dark navy blue with stripes, with a tie covered in little umbrellas to top it all off. He went in to his bathroom shivering when his bare feet met the cold marble. The boy combed his slightly red hair and when he was satisfied went out to put on some shoes.
One last looked at his reflection in the full length mirror that was placed on the side of his bed and he was off. Running down the stairs he heard the faint chatter of his two siblings arguing about the latest scientific discovery. When Sherlock and Melody argued it was as it World war 1 broke out. The last time they argued was over who was a better painter. Leonardo Di Vinchie or Vincent van Gogh. At the end of that fight both sibling didn't speak to each other in weeks, and Mycroft had to play peacemaker again.
"Thank you Albert." Spoke Mycroft to the older gentleman who stood watch at the door that led to the dinning hall. The door was open for him, and the older man gave him a warm smile, that was returned.
The dinning hall was grand and magnificent, very much like the family itself. There was a dark long oak table in the center. The ceiling had little paintings of baby angles. Windows that reached the ceiling spread across the room. Pieces of metals were melted into the glass. Forming allusion of vines.
"Mycroft dear, I hope you sleep well." Addressed a soft voice. He looked at the direction of the voice and smiled at his mother. The woman was petite, but could hold her own. Short blond hair gave her the look of back straight and her shoulders back, but when you looked into her clear blue eyes you saw nothing, but warmth.
She was a well-known lawyer and owned her own firm in London. So she wore her typical Pencil skirt and silk blouse.
Mycroft walked to his mother and kissed the top of her head. When he was done he took his spot next to Sherlock.
"So Sherly are you excited?" Asked the woman directing he questions to an angry 15-year-old.
"Mother don't call me Sherly. You know how much I despise that name." Said the blue eye boy. How seem to have a frown placed on his lips.
"Don't worry mother. Brother dear is only disappointed that I proved him wrong, again" Gloated a smirking Melody.
Mycroft just smiled at the little display. He turned to Sherlock to speak, but the younger boy was giving him a death glare. His smile only grew wider as he shrugged his shoulders and reached to grab some toast from the tray across from him
"Oh stop pouting Sherlock, it's not becoming of you." Spoke Melody again. Only to make Sherlock even angrier.
"Victoria why did you not wake me!" Screamed an angry man. He stormed in sucking all the life from the room. Mycroft continued to place food in his plate while Melody just sat there sipping on her milk. Sherlock just pushed his plate aside. Closing his eyes. Both Melody and Mycroft knowing we're he went. His mind palace
"I'm sorry dear, but since it was your day off I decided to let you sleep a while longer." Victoria gave him a sweet smile. She rose from her seat and approached the 'man of the house'.
"Allan why don't you sit down and have breakfast with us. The children are about to head off to school."
When she was near she placed her hands on his chest and kissed his cheek. His moods seem the change instantaneously.
"Thank you dear. Children I hope you rested well." He nodded to the trio. Only two nodded, the other still had his eyes closed, but their father didn't seem to notice.
Allen Holmes was a very old fashion man. He wanted to have a perfect family nothing out-of-place. Everything had to be presentable. Since he worked in the British government he had an image to uphold.
So sadly his two sons couldn't tell him about their sexuality, they knew that if they did they would be disowned and thrown out on the streets.
He was an abusive father more so to the two youngest. Founding out that his son could deduce and tell you your whole life story by staring at you shoes made him a freak in his father's eyes.
For Melody it was hanging out with the 'wrong' crowd. Even if it was just one girl. When his daughter ask to dye her hair he lost it. Supposedly all that girl did was get bad grades and play hookey from school. Even if all those thing were wrong.
He beats his kids when he is in a bad mood. When one of his children said something wrong to a Government Official. When he sees his name in the newspaper and nothing good is written of him.
His children are his way of letting out his anger.
He just like any other father.