Thanks to Duo for pointing out my mistake!
A/N: Hello dearies! I'm back! Did you miss me? I bring a gift... It's a new chapter! So, about this chapter... It's not like Dad-beating-Sherlock dark, it's just other dark. Oops. Oh yeah, and Sherlock's like 15 or 16. I'll tell you at the end of the chapter. Disclaimer: I am only a teenager, I doubt I could even own one one-hundredth of Sherlock, let alone all of it.
Sherlock walked quickly to his last class. Only 50 more minutes of boring to slog through before he could escape to home. He slipped into Chemistry just as the bell rang, not late. He sat down with only a half-sigh. It was, after all, science.
The last bell of the day rung, and Sherlock was ready. He quickly walked out of class and into the traffic jam that was the highway. Normally he would wait for John, but John had been home sick with the flu for a week. That was one week of hell for Sherlock. The three reasons why came sauntering up just as Sherlock closed his locker. He sighed, rubbing his arm, where a week-old bruise was fading.
The leader of the three spoke up. "Oh, look! It's freak! Poor little Sherlock, all alone with no friends. Aww." Sherlock ground his teeth together and looked bored. "Must we do this again? It is getting quite tedious. Now, excuse me, I need to get home." Sherlock tried to push his way past, but all three were bigger than he was. Of course, it wasn't very hard to be bigger than a skinny boy only five feet and 2 inches tall.
The leader smirked. "Going somewhere?" He motioned to his cronies, and they grabbed Sherlock, taking great care to be as rough as possible. The other people in the hallway cleared. They didn't want to be beaten up as well. John would have helped Sherlock. John didn't care about his own well-being.
The two henchmen dragged Sherlock behind one of the buildings and dumped him on the ground. The leader smirked again. "Now then, shall we begin?"
Sherlock limped home half an hour late, an impressive array of bruises everywhere on his body, along with a sprained wrist that hurt like hell. He did his best to hide it, though it was hard to cover up two black eyes and a lip split in three places. He walked in to dinner, and no one said a word.
After dinner, Sherlock got up slowly, taking care to avoid using his left wrist. Thomas Holmes also stood up. When Sherlock left the room, Thomas followed him. In the hallway, Sherlock turned around. "Can you come to my study in half an hour, Sherlock? It's important." Thomas kept his voice low. Sherlock sighed and nodded. It wouldn't be that bad.
Half and hour later, on the dot, Sherlock entered his father's study. "You wanted to see me, sir?" Thomas frowned, displaying more emotion than he had in weeks. "Sir? You make me feel old!" He glanced at Sherlock's face, which had not changed. "Sherlock, I was wondering if you wanted to be home schooled. I'm not stupid, you know. I know about those bullies and I think you should stay away from them -and yes, I know how hard that is. That's why I'm offering." Sherlock looked at his father in surprise. He shook his head, then explained why. "No, it's fine. John will be back soon." Thomas smiled. "OK, then. That's all I needed to hear. Now go get your homework done."
A/N: That went better than expected... I hope you liked it. Sherlock was 15. Please let me know what you think below, and feel free to check out my other stories! Oh yeah, I just self-promoted.