Hello everyone! Thanks for the follows and favorites. It's so encouraging to know people out there are enjoying my story :) Here's Chapter 14. Lots of anger and past secrets coming to light. Time for some drama! lol. Hope you enjoy. And if you feel so inclined, leave me a review! :)

Chapter 14

"You insufferable arrogant git!" Addie yelled as she walked through the door of the flat.

"Hello, welcome home," Sherlock cheekily replied.

"Tom told me you spoke to Lestrade about him. Lestrade warned him not to piss you off because you're keeping an eye on him!"

"Yes, well, that's quite good advice."

"I can't believe you Sherlock! I can't even have one friend? One person who actually likes me for me? You've got John, so why can't I have Tom?"

"I don't trust him Addie. He seems suspicious," Sherlock answered.

"Oh, so just because you're paranoid, I have to suffer for it?"

Sherlock remained silent.

John walked in having heard the yelling from his room. But really, he was sure everyone on the block could hear the yelling.

"What is going on in here? Could you scream a little louder, I'm not sure everyone in London heard you?"

"John, could you please convince my prat of a brother to stop meddling in my life? It's bad enough Mycroft literally stalks me, but now Sherlock?"

Addie's text alert went off.

It's not stalking!

-MH

"Oh shut up Mycroft!" she yelled at the phone.

"Now Addie, I know you're upset, but you have to try to see where your brothers are coming from," John said.

"Oh no, not you too! Can't I have anyone on my side?"

"They're just concerned for you. They watch out for you," John explained.

"Well I don't want their concern. I want to be left alone!"

"Fine! Go then. By all means, leave. I'll be sure never to bug you again!" Sherlock yelled.

"Good! I will!"

The shouting was interrupted by a knock at the door. They heard Mrs. Hudson let whoever it was in and soon Lestrade was standing in the doorway with a group of agents.

"What the hell do you want?" Sherlock snapped.

"We're here to find something. Something you have that you shouldn't," Lestrade answered with his arms crossed.

"What do you mean?" Sherlock asked.

"Let's call it a drugs bust," he said.

"Oh, not again!" John said, exasperated.

"Drugs bust? Again? What's he talking about, Sherlock?" Addie asked.

"I told you, I don't have anything. You cleaned me out last time you were here," Sherlock answered, annoyed and not hearing Addie.

"Cleaned you out? What the hell, Sherlock?" Addie asked. No one seemed interested in her questions though and she never got an answer.

"I don't have any drugs Lestrade! You know that. What are you here for?"

"You took evidence from a crime scene Sherlock," Sherlock opened his mouth but Lestrade cut him off. "Without permission. You can't withhold the evidence from a case."

"Oh come on, you know I can figure this out better than any of these idiots here."

"That's not the point. You can't be doing this. I'm already risking enough letting you come to the scenes. So, knowing you wouldn't otherwise give me what you took, I decided to come get it myself. The drugs bust is just my excuse. However, I will be searching for those too. Just to be safe," Lestrade said.

Lestrade left the living room with his agents and they began to explore the rest of the flat. After a few minutes, they clearly didn't finding anything, quickly left the flat, and headed back to the Yard.

"Sherlock! What the HELL is going on?!" Addie said, having enough of being ignored.

Sherlock's face blanched and his eyes widened. He seemed to forget Addie was in the room with them the whole time. He was so focused on being angry at Lestrade that he forgot they weren't alone.

"Uh…I…" Sherlock was actually at a loss for words. He looked desperately at John but he knew there was nothing John could do about it.

"Addie, I was really stupid when I left home. I…I did things that I regret, and-" Addie cut him off.

"You…you mean to tell me that you actually took drugs? Please tell me it was an experiment."

Sherlock was silent and not looking at her.

"I mean, I know you smoke, which is one thing, but holy shit, Sherlock! Drugs? What kind did you take? Or are you still taking?"

"Cocaine…and maybe a few others," he answered simply.

"Are you…are you still using?" Addie asked, hardly able to bring herself to say the words.

"No. NO! I'm not Addie, I swear. Lestrade cleaned me out a while ago. I'm clean."

Addie was seething and torn between anger and tears. "How…how could you…"

John took that as his opportunity to bow out of the room, recognizing that the siblings needed privacy.

Sherlock looked guiltily at her, "Look Addie, I was stupid. And I was young. I had a hard time in school and, well, they were there, so…"

"This started when you were at university?"

"I was 19. It was an experiment at first. To see how my body reacted. But, well, they don't lie when they say their addictive. I overdosed a number of times. A few dangerous ones that landed me in hospital. Mycroft came round and berated me, then tried to help me, then started meddling to get the stuff away from me."

"So, the whole time it was happening, no one knew except Mycroft?" Addie asked.

"It wasn't something we wanted to advertise to the world. Who was there to tell anyways?" Sherlock answered.

"You could have told me," she said looking hurt.

"You were 12!"

"But I wasn't always 12! I grew up, Sherlock. I would have understood!"

"There was no way Mycroft and I were going to tell you. By the time you were old enough to know, the problem was nearly gone. There was no reason to tell."

Addie was silent and looking at Sherlock with shiny eyes. "You're such a bloody idiot! Someone with your mind should have known better than to experiment in such trivial things. How could you have been so stupid?!"

"I made a mistake!"

"Oh, so Mr. Perfect admits to being wrong! Well, alert the media, this one should make front page!"

"I am human you know. I'm allowed to be wrong," Sherlock said begrudgingly.

"Yes, Sherlock. You are human. And it's about time you came to terms with that. As much as you try to appear above the "dullness" of real life, you're just like everybody else! You're just like every other addict out there. Just sad little junkie! A pathetic freak!"

Sherlock's eyes flashed with rage and he quickly crossed the room until he was mere inches from Addie.

"Don't you DARE call me a freak! You know nothing of the real world. You skipped out on all of it. You ran away like a coward!" he said, seething.

Addie's eyes widened as she grit her teeth and narrowed her eyes. She was deathly silent and the two siblings simply stared at each other for a good minute. Then Addie took her hand and slapped Sherlock clean across the face.

Sherlock was startled and brought a hand to his cheek looking scandalized.

"We'll see who the coward is, Sherlock," she said spitting his name as if it was foul on her tongue. "Because I'm not going to be the one to tell mum. See how brave you are when she finds out," Addie said smugly.

Sherlock gave her a death glare.

"Mummy doesn't know does she? Let's tell her shall we? See what she thinks of her precious little boy when she find out," Addie said.

"Mummy's dead!" Sherlock shouted.

A thick silence hung in the air.

"W…what…" Addie's smug smile slid off her face and she visibly deflated. "W…when?"

"Three years ago. You weren't here."

"But…but…NO!"

"She died without her daughter by her side. She died not knowing you were alive. We buried her without you! While you were off doing god knows what, we were burying our mother! Who's the pathetic one now, Adelaide," he said icily.

Addie's eyes widened and tears were welling up in eyes. Her breathing sped up and she swore her heart broke in two. She quickly ran from the room to her bedroom down the hall, slamming the door and locking it.

Sherlock let out a shaky sigh and collapsed on to his chair. His head was in his hands which were still shaking. He could hear Addie's sobs and he struggled to keep his own emotions in check.

He felt a presence beside him after a few minutes and a hand came to rest on his shoulder.

"I assume you heard the whole thing. We were hardly quiet," he said.

The hand tightened.

"You come to tell me off? I'm not in the mood. Leave that for Mycroft. He should be around soon enough."

"Sherlock…" John started, taking a seat across from him. "I'm not going to lay the blame on anyone. You were both pretty nasty. Things were said that neither of you meant and that you regret."

Sherlock continued to hang his head.

"You need to give each other time. Let the dust settle a bit," John said gently.

Sherlock no longer heard Addie's desperate sobs coming from down the hall he assumed she'd fallen asleep. He felt like the lowest of the low. He couldn't get the image of her heart broken and teary eyes out of his mind. He was a completely insensitive prick and there was no trying to deny it. Sure, Addie was scathing and her words had hurt him, but he's the older brother. He's the one who is supposed to set an example and not sink to her level. He scoffed. Look where they are now, a completely devastated younger sister crying herself to sleep in her room, and an overwhelmed big brother at a loss of what to do, sitting uselessly in his chair.

John got up to check on Addie but Sherlock made no move to stop him or follow him. He sat silently staring at the wall.

John suddenly ran back into the room frantically, looking worried and flushed.

"Sherlock! Addie…she…" he gasped, trying to catch his breath. Sherlock's head snapped up and his stomach knotted a bit. The thought of anything happening to her made his heart pound.

"Addie's gone!" John yelled out, barely finishing the words before Sherlock was racing down the hall to her room.