The smell of alcohol and puke starts getting to your head. Fear reflects on your pale turned face, as you hear the prattling voice of your step-father.
A heavy sigh escapes your light pink lips, as you go up the stairs and walk by Sherlock, who stopped as soon as the lamp hit the ground. He quickly follows up, behind you. You resist the urge to cover your nose, with the fabric of your hoodie, when the smell gets grosser every step you take toward the living area.
As you approach the open door that leads into the living room, you steal a glance of Sherlock, who's hands ruffle through his dark, thick hair.
He nods at you reassuringly and you take the last step into the once clean and good smelling room.
"It's just me, Lazarus", you manage to get out with a shaky breath.
"And a friend of Abby's" Sherlock adds confidently.
You give him your best bitch-face, but he just winks at you. Sherlock gives you comfort and hope.
You shake your head in complete disbelieve and a smile appears on your lips, only to be wiped away seconds after, when you realize Lazarus standing in the room.
A rather short and chubby man stands in the other edge of the living area, on the wall next to the still open entering door. His eyes are rimmed red and he seems to release a toxic smell. His hands are formed into fists, ready to fight of any intruder, and his almost bald head wears a deep and angry frown.
"Aw, the ugly bitch's back", Lazarus slurs and leans against the wall behind him to search for assistance.
The voices in your head start screaming at you again. See, everyone hates you. Everyone.
Before the voices make you numb, Sherlock interrupts your chain of thoughts:"How do you dare call her that? Just shut up you intellectually undemanding dickhead. Just go back into your so called room and jerk off again, or maybe inject the heroin you hide in a case behind the dying plant. You are an alcoholic, worthless bastard and you deserve the life you've got here, for treating Abby like a piece of shit."
With that Sherlock grabs your hand and pushes you with him out of the front door. Lazarus simply stands there and looks at you in utter disbelieve.
When you and Sherlock reach the street you can hear Lazarus yelling:"You worthless hoe. Better never come back. Don't need y'anyway"
Sherlock looks at you with his now blue eyes and you both crack out into laughter, until your tummies and your faces start hurting.