Chapter 2
Lestrade keeps staring at me. He's a police officer shouldn't he know to keep his eyes on the road? I frown at him to tell him off. His wife is having an affair and he clearly thinks that if he drinks some liquor I will disappear. This man is sad. Really he thinks I'm a figment of his imagination. I pity his stupidity. He pulls up outside a flat with a black door.
221B Baker Street
The knocker is tilted.
I get out and he knocks.
When no one opens he just walks in. I follow. I wonder how he will take this. Mum clearly didn't tell him. She also hates him. I don't know why. All I know is she used to love him and ended up hating him with a burning passion.
Should that mean I should hate him?
If I'm going to live with him then I guess it would be best to like him.
Why am I deciding to hate or love him if I haven't even met him?
Give him a chance Clementine!
I stand on the top step and hear beautiful violin music playing.
The music soothes my worries.
This will be interesting.
"Lestrade, do come in," I hear a voice say.
We walk in and a tall man with black curly hair is sitting on a black chair.
"Sherlock, you have a lot of explaining to do!"
This man is my father?
He looks surprised and confused at my appearance.
"My name is Charlotte Clementine Sherlock Hawkins," I say.
His mouth drops open a little.
"Mum told me to tell you that she never forgave you and that you are a bastard."
"Well Sherlock; what do you have to say for yourself!" Lestrade exploded.
"Lestrade, I am just as surprised as you are, I never knew that she existed! Why is she here? Where is Janine?"
"Mummies brain exploded; it was all over our kitchen floor, it looked very messy. She left a note saying that you were a bastard, that I am a child genius, she blew her brains out to save me from another bastard and that nowhere was safe," I say.
Both men look at me like I'm the strange one in the room.
"I'm Charlotte but everyone calls me Clementine, you will to, understand?"
I hand Sherlock the note and he reads it.
"I'll take the case, and the child"
Lestrade says his goodbyes and I'm left with Sherlock. Alone.
Strangely I still feel safe though with a complete stranger.
He clears out a room and tells me I can sleep in there.
I set up my things.
Now I'm alone I can cry.
Tears stream out of my eyes. I know I have to be strong but I'm only 5 and the death of my mum is slowly killing me.
I feel so many things. Sadness, pain, fear, anger confusion and rage are just a few examples.
When I'm done crying and I think most of the evidence is gone I leave my room.
I go into the sitting room to find a strange man sitting on a chair.
He is short, has blonde hair and is around my father's age.
He looks amazed as I walk in.
He yells, "Sherlock, what the heck is a five-year-old doing in the sitting room, did you kidnap her?"
"No he didn't I'm Charlotte Clementine Sherlock Hawkins; his daughter. He only found out I existed a few hours ago so don't be too mad. Call me Clementine."
I try to look friendly.
"Err… John Hamish Watson, just John is fine. Wait Hawkins your Janie's daughter?"
"Yes, Mr. Sherlock didn't mention having a flatmate."
"I never said I was him flatmate how did you know that?"
"You seem comfortable and are clearly familiar with the flat, so you come here regularly. Also you have a red mark on your hand shaped like a plastic bag handle. You were carrying something heavy, like milk? The mark is clearly fresh and apparently the landlady lives below so you must off have brought the milk for Sherlock. There is a second chair in this room which suggests a flatmate as from what Mr. Lestrade said in the car about Sherlock not being easy to like I doubt that he has many friends at all so all the evidence concurs that you are his flatmate."
John looks gobsmacked like what I said was impossible to come from a 5 year olds mouth.
"Guess we know for sure you are my daughter"
I didn't know Sherlock was here.
Oops.
Hope you are enjoying this any suggestions are welcome. I tried to make this chapter longer. Thanks for reading more coming soon! Keep being awesome- Frost.