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At the end of the day, I got out of the den and slowly walked down the stairs with my face touching the floor.
Nothing seemed right. For one thing I was leaving my friend - although I did remember that we might see each other during some lunch breaks- and also that I would move up another year. It would jumble everything up and I wouldn't be able to spend my time in the library any more.
I found Mother standing next to the car, her arms crossed and her head darting about, looking for me.
"Ah there you are dear!" she said although she didn't need to ask me what I had been doing that day. I loaded myself into the car and Mother started the engine.
No one spoke on that long ride home, not one word.
I arrived home and rushed upstairs, dumping my bags on the floor. I then saw Sherlock sat in his bedroom, reading.
"Hello Alba. Are you alright?" he asked when he saw the sulk on my face.
"Yeah," I sighed," But I've been banned from the experiment room for a whole week and Mother calls that a 'fair and just punishment!'" I cried.
"Well, Mother would have done the same to me when I was your age. Don't worry though Alba, Mother never really carries out her punishments, it's only Mycroft that does that. He likes to monitor things, don't know whether you realized?"
I sighed but realized what he said. 'Mother never carries out her punishments'. My spirits lifted. I could go in after all, and if the very chance that she does come up the stairs to check on me, I'll simply run to my room and pick up a random book! That was it, I had it.
"Alba! Remember you are not allowed into the experiment room this week!" she called.
"Ok!" I lied but grinned from ear to ear.
That night, to keep up pretense, I stayed in my room and read. Nothing in my life had been more boring. I stayed in my room until dinner time and after dinner went upstairs again to read. No experiments with Sherlock just a boring book I had read a long time ago.
The only other thing I could think about doing was going to sleep. So at quarter past seven I settled down to sleep.
The next time I woke up was quarter past midnight when I heard a loud CRASH from downstairs. The next one came a little later and I startled me. My eyes widened as the sound flooded my ears and I switched on my bedside lamp. Another crash. I nearly yelped. It was terrifying; nothing was safe.
We were being burgled and they didn't care how much noise they made. I thought that Mother or Father would run downstairs to try and stop it, but instead what I heard shocked me.
"You are such an ignorant pig!" came a familiar voice.
That was Mothers voice, but surely she wasn't stealing from her own house?
"Well I wonder why?!" That was Father's voice this time.
I sat up in bed.
Why were they shouting at each other? Thoughts crossed my head, so I reacted in the only way I knew how. I quietly slipped out of bed and crept to Sherlock's room, making sure that I avoided all of the creaky floor boards that were in my path.
Suddenly, walking to Sherlock's room, didn't feel like it normally did - now it was a stealth mission. Every time I saw a shadow or heard another crash, I was silent. I stopped walking and even breathing.
It took me a while but I finally arrived at Sherlock's door and put up my fist to knock on his door.
"Come in Alba," he said before I had even pulled my hand back to start the first knock.
I instead opened his door and entered, seeing him sat up in bed with his bedside lamp on- reading.
"How did you know I was here?" I asked walking up to him.
"I heard you open your bedroom door," he replied, "And no. It wasn't loud enough for either Mother or Father to hear."
I nodded happily and sat on the side of his bed. Sherlock put the book down and pulled a corner of his bed sheet back. I lay in next to him but stayed static. Sherlock never did this, but when I looked up at his face I saw his eyebrows were raised and I slipped in next to him, resting my head on his shoulder.
The familiar scent if his deodorant wafted to my nostrils as I began to go to sleep again.
"I wish that they would just divorce already," he muttered. I looked up with a frown on my face,
"You're not serious?"
His eyes travelled down to mine.
"But why do you want them to divorce?"
"They've argued like this for five years, this particular argument has lasted for two years. It would be better for Father to just leave Mother, or vice versa," I dipped my head back down. I wondered what it would be like to have my parents' divorce - weird I suppose.
There was another crash and I flinched sliding down to the pillow that Sherlock was lying on. My heavy head did nothing else but sleep. Everything was about to change.
