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The Era of Holmes

Age 9: Boring tutors

Another day has gone by without Mycroft, every day feels that little bit worse and every day is the same. I would play the violin, create an experiment, sit around doing nothing, read a book or two, have a bit of dinner and then at the end of the day father would hit me. Same old story every day of my life, nothing ever changes. Until today, I saw that girl again that I noticed two years ago. She was covered in dirt and her clothes were ruffled. She looked like she had just come off of the streets. I stood up on my window ledge and opened the window to talk to her, she even came closer to talk to me but looked to her left sharply and ran in the opposite direction like there was no tomorrow. I shut my window again and sat back down, I felt... disappointed in a way. It has been years since I last spoke to a person my age, it's always mother's party guests or father's business partners, never children my age... I miss that. I miss being able to have a decent conversation with someone my age, not men who are forty years older than me. Although they do talk more sophisticated than children my age, but they talk to me like a child and that winds me up! Lately I've been realising that I have become more stubborn, I believe it's because I'm always indoors. I'm still never allowed out, especially at night, usually if the sun is anywhere near the horizon I have to come straight back inside. I know I've said this before but I would give everything up just to feel the cold night breeze against my skin, to look up at the stars and feel cold for once in my life. But that will never happen, I bet even when I'm an adult I won't be allowed to do a lot of things an adult can do. Today I was supposed to be getting yet another private tutor; I've already been through three at least. Apparently they said that they couldn't handle me, I was too much of a challenge. I hardly thought so, I was just doing what any other child would do... excluding the fact that I have more intellectual capacity than others do my age. The new tutor was arriving in a few minutes and mother had made sure I looked presentable. His name was Thomas Harrison, even his name sounds too posh for my liking. He won't last a whole day; this should be nice and easy. Mother had dressed me up smart, I hate looking smart. I slowly wandered downstairs and the first person I saw was my father. He gave me a look that I can only describe as pure hatred. I quickly lost his eye contact and went to sit down on a settee as quickly and quietly as possible. Mycroft was gone, I had no idea where but mother said she would tell me when I'm old enough to understand and mother was... I don't know where mother was actually but I knew she wasn't close by. There was an awkward silence in the air, but of course father got up from his chair and knelt down in front of me he broke the silence in a cruel and harsh tone.

"Listen to me you little shit! You are going to behave yourself today and if you don't there will be consequences... you know what to expect." Just at that moment mother walked through the door, father smiled and ruffled my hair in a cheery way. "That's my boy."

"What are you two talking about? She was smiling completely oblivious to what was going on inside my father's mind.

"Oh, nothing, just a friendly father and son chat, isn't that right, Sherlock?" I nodded; I hated lying to mother but what else could I say if I disagreed with him? A car had pulled up outside the house and mother walked over to the door.

"Mr. Harrison is here." She opened the door to let him in, I had to stand up and have my hands in front of me to look presentable. Mother always gives them a tour of the house I have seen this happen many times. It gets quite old and boring after a while. Thomas Harrison walked up to me he was smiling at me as if I was child.

"Hello, there. So this is little Sherlock?" I couldn't help myself; I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"Yes, this is my little baby boy, the youngest of the Holmes family." She was now standing next to me with her hand on my shoulder. "Come please; let us give you a tour." Mother held my hand throughout the whole of the tour; she never wanted to let me out of her sight. I had witnessed this tour too many times and I knew what my mother was going to say word by word. The tour had finished an hour later our house was that big. Thomas Harrison turned to me and began to talk in a child like voice.

"So then, Sherlock, are you ready to do some learning?"

"I suppose so, Mr. Harrison."

"Sherlock, let's use first names in this. Please call me Thomas, but I suppose I can let you off you can call me Tom." My first assumptions of this man were that he was going to be posh and stuck up just like the others. But he's different, in a good way, he's been casual with me and he didn't sit me down straight away and start doing work when I don't want to. I might give him a chance but really it all depends on how I feel throughout the week. We both sat down in the dining room at the table. He had no papers with him or a briefcase, what sort of lessons were I going to get, outdoor nature ones? I was about to find out.

"You know what. Why don't we just have a relaxing day and get to know each other better? How's that sound?"

"Okay, I guess."

"Great, well... as you know my name is Thomas Harrison and I come from a highly recommended tutoring service." Something isn't quite right with this person now that I think about it.

"Who by?" I had to ask.

"What do you mean?" Thomas shifted nervously in his seat.

"Who recommended your tutoring service? I wasn't told."

"Oh... well... your mother's friend."

"Which one?"

"Do we have to go into detail?" He was beginning to look flustered. I was enjoying this now.

"I'd like to know, after all, you wanted us to get to know each other better." I smiled at him and he loosened his tie around his neck slightly and was trying to get some cool air into his shirt. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Excuse me; I need to go to the toilet." He ran off in the direction of the downstairs bathroom. I was chuckling to myself internally. I got up from my seat and began to follow where he went to; he wasn't a tutor at all. I was going to find out just who he was and what he was doing in our house. I knocked on the bathroom door, but no one answered. I walked in but there was nobody there. I could hear rustling in the next room.

"Father's study!" I whispered out loud. I ran next door and saw Thomas searching through files, there were hundreds of papers on the floor all messed up. "What are you doing?"

"SHERLOCK!" Mother ran into the study with an older man behind her. I turned to face her and felt myself being grabbed from behind and a knife pressed to my neck.

"Come any closer and I will hurt him!"

...TBC...

YES! I've never felt so evil in my life! Muhahaha I really have to stop getting carried away with myself. :D Apologies to all of those reviewers who had their fingers bitten off by the review button, I've told it off and it promises never to do it again so you don't have to be afraid anymore. xXx