One little boy
A/N thanks to everyone who reviews this, this chapter is going to be a look as to why his father hates him so much enjoy!
Chapter 11
Sherlock sat in Lestrade's flat. He hadn't intended to but he fell asleep on the couch.
It had all started when Sherlock was ten. That was when weird things started happening, Sherlock could see things that nobody else could see. "Daddy why do you smell of parisian perfume?" he had asked innocently. That was when the beatings started that was when Sherlock called him Father.
After that Sherlock tried he really did to keep his mouth shut but sometimes things slipped out.
He was twelve.
"Mr Thompson is your wife away for long?"
His fathers business partner looked up confused. "What do you mean boy?"
"Your cologne I can smell it on Miss Rosie Paul in the corner"
That night was the worst yet. He had run and hid as he father found him in the wardrobe. He pulled Sherlock and grabbed his hunting knife, he ripped Sherlocks top off and forced his face into the concrete. "So you'll never forget what you are and maybe think twice before you open your mouth"
FREAK
Sherlock woke with a start. Lestrade looked up over his book. "You okay Sherlock?" The young boy looked at Lestrade, "Yes fine" Lestrade looked knowingly at him "Sherlock your not fine"
"Yes I am now do you want me to stay or not?"
"Please stay"
"Then don't keep questioning me!"
"Fine"
They settled into silence.