One little boy
Chapter 4
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Mycroft was worried. It was a very specific person that currently held his worry his brother Sherlock Holmes. He had a sneaking suspicion for some time that Sherlock was using cocaine but without hard evidence there was nothing he could do to stop him. He had not seen his father for some time, after his mother caught him beating Sherlock, father had been absent from the home not that he was complaining.
Sherlock sat at the table eating breakfast already dressed and ready for school "hello" he mumbled as he moved with great care father huh! Thought Mycroft viscously his father did this to his own son! Mummy was cheery (for Sherlock's sake) as she chatted about work and her friends; neither of her sons was paying her any attention.
Goodbye Mother
They both chorused as they left for school.
At school
FREAK! FREAK! FREAK! Sherlock ignored it all as he walked to his favourite tree in the school yard, "OI what ye doing?" Hello what are you doing? Sherlock's mind corrected automatically he hated bad grammar. He must have spoken that aloud because next thing he knew he was face down in the mud with over bearing Neanderthals thumping him, he bit his lip hard enough to bleed to keep from crying out as they hit the only now healing wounds. Mycroft stood in the shadows and never helped his little brother Sherlock learnt never to ask for it.