Family Secrets
An Hope Holmes Adventure Chapter XVII
Faith Robin
"Hope! Hope!" I heard Dr. Watson say. He was holding the smelling salts under my nose. My eyes were slowly adjusting the lights. I didn't groan, I simply pushed that foul smelling junk out from under my nose. "Hope are you alright?" Dr. Watson asked, capping the smelling salts.
'Uh let me take a guess, my father has been kidnapped and it's my fault, so how do you think I'm doing?' I thought sarcastically. "I'm fine," I lied pulling myself up. I was in my bedroom, lying on my bed.
"What happened?!" Mycroft demanded, standing at my bedside.
I swallowed keeping myself from bursting into tears. "That drawing was a man that I remembered seeing while I was running from the goons, and now…" I trailed off. 'Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! How could I think that I could get away and not think anything else wasn't going to happen?' I thought cursing myself. Mycroft sighed.
"Then it's settled, Hope you will remain here until your Father returns," Mycroft said sitting down in the chair that was beside my bed.
"I have to go," I said trying to stand up. Dr. Watson held me down.
"Your not going anywhere," he said gently, preventing my from standing.
'You want to bet?' I thought, struggling against his grip.
"Hope if you don't settle down, I'm going to lock you in here," Mycroft said crossing his arms.
"Then I'm afraid that your going to have to," I said keeping my struggle strong. 'I've got to get out of here,' I thought, 'who knows what their doing to father!'
"Very well," Mycroft said, standing and leaving the room. I laid back and rested, my thoughts whirling.
'I have to find him, even if it tears my heart out of my chest, I have to find him,' I thought. 'Now how am I going to get out of here without Mycroft or Watson finding out?' I wondered. Dr. Watson interrupted my thoughts.
"Hope?" he said gently laying his hand on her shoulder. I didn't respond. I couldn't speak, my throat was tightening. My heart was filled with sadness; I closed my eyes to keep them from betraying me. I stopped the quivering of my lip, I concentrated on my breathing. Watson removed his hand; I heard him stand and close the door behind him. I heard the lock click into the wall. I sighed quietly. I was a prisoner yet again. I rolled over on my side and stared at the wall.
'I need a plan,' I thought hearing the clock tick away the time. 'Every second that ticks is another second that I am alone.' A tear slid down my face. I wiped it away before more could follow it. 'Maybe I can pick the lock open, and run to one of my father's bolt holes, no, that's too obvious. I know for a fact that I can't go back to the house, as soon as I show my face there, Mycroft will have me back in here before I could blink. Perhaps my father's bolt hole is the best option,' I reasoned. 'Then just maybe, just maybe, I can find my father, since Mycroft isn't going to do anything about it,' I decided.
'I'll need the keys to them though; I wonder where father keeps his extra keys to his hideaway? More than likely it's in his desk drawer back at home. I'll probably going to have to sneak in past Mrs. Hudson,' I reasoned. 'Or, I could burgle my own house,' I thought to myself, smiling at the irony.
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