One little boy
Chapter 3
A/N sorry for leaving this story I am going to try and update more regularly whilst also trying to do Year 11 so if I don't update that's why! Hope you enjoy!
Harold Holmes froze as mummy stood in the hall frozen by the scene. Her dear sweet Sherlock was being beaten, beaten in her own home, by her own husband! "Mummy" Sherlock called, he was not her arrogant confident son he was a little boy that needed protection that needed help. Harold stepped away from his youngest son silently headed out the front door slamming it in the process. Mummy knelt down to her son.
Sherlock's room later…
"ARGH!" he screamed before hastily muffling the sound biting his pillow as he treated himself his thoughts wandered to the stash beneath his bed. Tonight he thought, tonight he would be free.
Next day…
"Sherlock get up time for school" Mycroft was hitting him with a pillow, "go away Mycroft I'm awake!" he heard his brother leave shutting the door behind him. Sherlock got up gingerly trying not to disturb his wounds as he made his way down for breakfast.