The Orphan
Summary: When Sherlock decides to go shopping out of boredom, he witness Ella getting beaten. When he scares away the bullies he does something that will change everything. Meanwhile John is starting to question if really isn't gay.
Disclaimer: To bad, too bad. I sadly do not own Sherlock. I do however own everything in this story that doesn't happen in the Sherlock.
Auteurs note: This is my first romance Fanfiction. Please do review and give me hints, but no flame please. Don't like, don't read. Thank you and enjoy.
Extra: It is rated K but there will be mention of child abuse.
Chapter 10 (Ella's POV):
I had never felt so good. I was hadn't been beaten up. I lay on my bed in the common bedroom when I released something. Tomorrow it would be Monday. But not just any Monday. It would be the 4th Monday since the bullies were gone. They would be back! I would be stuck with them again. No, no, no. Not again. I felt like I was going to hyperventilate.
I couldn't go through this again. I wanted to run, get away. Hid. But I couldn't, I was stuck. The doors were locked. She went under her covers and tried to calm down. It worked when she was a kid, but right now she needed someone to talk to and to reassure her. And that person should be Sherlock, John, Mrs. Hudson, Molly or Lestrade. The only people she could trust.
But that wasn't possible so I stayed in bed closed my eyes and fell into a troublesome sleep. But the next day the alarm clock sounded like the clocks of hell. But I got up, got dressed, at breakfast and went to school. As soon as I arrived I went to school. I made sure I was well hidden. I stayed in the girl's bathroom, waiting for the bell. The rest of the day went quite similar. Running to class very last minute, hiding in the bathroom. I even skipped lunch. But the first day of school ended, and I ran, I ran as fast as I could. From the classroom, over the playground, to the bus stop.
I was so nervous, when I looked over my shoulder for the 5 time when I saw them. Our eyes locked and my blood froze in my veins. He smiled and came in my direction, calling his friends. The bus was nowhere to be seen so I started to run, and they came after me. I had learned the rout to Sherlock's house out of my head. But in my panic in I missed a turn. And now I was running in the middle of London with no safe route. I ran and I ran and I ran and I bumped into someone. He was wearing a black suite with white strips, a white shirt and a red tie. He had brown hair and dark blue eyes. He had been holding a black umbrella.
'I'm so sorry sir. I didn't mean to hit you' I helped him up and wanted to run away, I could hear them closing in, but the man didn't let go of my hand. 'You're Ella' he concluded. I stood there, watching him in awe. How did he know that? 'Don't be surprised, I have my men monitoring my brother's movements at almost all times, don't you think they'd tell me when he brings a fourteen year old girl home?' That's when it clicked. Sherlock never spoke of him, but John, Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade had told me about him. This was Sherlock's brother. Mycroft Holmes.
My bullies turned the corner and stopped when he saw me and the man. Instinctively I wanted to run again, but Mycroft had still not let go of me. 'Well of course dear, I would love to give you a lift, I'm going the same way.' He suddenly said, pulling me with him. His words were barely spoken and a big black car stopped next to me. 'Ladies first.' He pulled open the car door and stepped in after me. 'Bring me to my brothers flat.' He spoke and we were of, but not before he whispered something in the ear of his driver. As we drove off, the driver road into a little poodle of water, splashing my bullies completely wet. Astonished I looked over at Mycroft who was sitting there with a content smile.
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