The next part of home :) Warning for child abuse.
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
Mycroft would visit every so often throughout the years since their mother's funeral and every time he was there, though Sherlock and his father's relationship was strained, there seemed to be no problems like before. The calls he used to receive from Sherlock ceased but Mycroft put this down to him becoming a teenager and wanting to distance himself from his family like many teenagers did. When Mycroft was 23 he was slowly working his way up the political ladder and was visiting less often. Sherlock had just turned 16 however and would be leaving for university shortly, so Mycroft took it upon himself to surprise him with a visit.
After arriving at the manor Mycroft tried opening the front door but found it locked. He no longer possessed a key to the house so went around to the back to the kitchen door and let himself in. In front of him was a scene that would haunt him for the rest of his life. Sherlock lay on the tiled floor with tears in his eyes, his hand held defensively in front of his face to shield himself against father who was standing over him red faced, his fist in the air. Sherlock spotted Mycroft and mouthed for help, but father had already started to punch him. To this day Mycroft is unsure exactly what happened next, he had been so overwhelmed with anger at the man before him. A moment later however he was no longer beating Sherlock but was instead holding a hand up to his own bloody nose. "Get out of here if you know what's good for you." Mycroft threatened darkly. His father regarded him hostilely for a moment, as if deciding if he should try to discipline him aswell, but decided against it and stormed out the door, presumably to the pub.
"How long has this been happening Sherlock?" Mycroft asked intently. Sherlock got up slowly; probably due to a broken rib.
"Ever since you left" Sherlock replied before going up to his room and locking himself there.
Mycroft tried to talk to Sherlock time and time again after the incident, but was rebuffed. He dropped out of university in his third year without telling him, refusing to accept financial help, instead choosing to live in run down apartments in run down areas of the city. And then he disappeared off Mycroft's radar altogether, until he turned up overdosed on his front step. They never talked about what had happened in their childhood, it was an unspoken rule that they only ever talked about the present. One day Mycroft broke it. Sherlock was halfway through detoxing and was lying exhausted on the sofa. "I am sorry you know." He told him, looking straight into his eyes, the sincerity written in his own. "I know." Sherlock replied in a cracked voice. Mycroft supposed that was the closest he would get to forgiveness. If only he could forgive himself.
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