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Chapter 5
Sherlock stepped over the threshold and breathed in deeply. He wrinkled his nose as the smell of ammonia floated around his head. Second floor Bathroom, Fuze Bubblegum pink limited edition thought Sherlock Cleopatra. He rushed up the stairs, two at a time and banged on the door.
"Cleopatra Alice Holmes get out here right now"he called through the door.
"I can't right now, I'm at a very delicate stage of the process"came Cleo's muffled reply. Sherlock sighed and turned back around to the stairs. He found a small lock picking kit and made his way back to the bathroom.
Upon opening the door he found his sister perched on the bath reading a book. Her dark hair was now a lurid pink that would be a few shades lighter once dried.
"What did you do"Sherlock exclaimed grabbing the empty hair dye box and throwing it into the bin.
"Well I would have thought that was obvious, I dyed my hair"
"You got bored. That's what happened"
"No I didn't"
"What happened? Oh my God"said John who had just turned up.
"My sister got bored"
"Not true" said Cleo childishly stomping her foot and folding her arms.
"Well I think I prefer her idea of solving her boredom then yours" admitted John with a small smile on his face.
Sherlock grimaced and stepped towards Cleopatra."You are going to wash that off of your hair right now"
"I can't, the process has been completed, besides what are you going to do? Tell Mycroft! Please"Cleopatra smirked.
Sherlock turned round to the door and back towards her with a scary smile on his face.
"No Cleopatra I won't tell Mycroft, I'm not even going to tell our parents. You are"
Cleopatra's face dropped "Excuse me".
"You heard me. Wash the rest of the hair dye off, fetch your phone and join me in the living room. It's time you spoke to Mummy"
Cleopatra's POV
I felt the warm water hit my head and rush down my face. I could see the pink flowing down the plug hole. The warmth was doing nothing for the cold sinking feeling I was feeling inside me. My mother was not going to be happy and that was an understatement. But then I thought as I was towel drying my newly coloured hair, why should I be afraid of my mother. I am no longer a child, I can make my own choices. I smiled, feeling empowered by my newly found confidence and I walked out of the bathroom.
Downstairs my self-righteous older brother was sitting cross-legged in his chair tossing my phone in the air.
"I passed your phone on the way down here so I though I'd save you some time"
I rolled my eyes. "Saved me some time before I get verbally killed by our mother"
"Precisely"smirked Sherlock as he handed my phone. I grabbed the mobile and selected the contact called home. I prayed silently that they would be out walking or just out in general. Alas, my odds were not in my favour.
"Hello?"came my father's voice on the other end of the phone.
"Hi Dad its Cleo"I said brightly
"Ahhhh Cleopatra my girl, how are you? How's university?"
I grimaced, I still hadn't told them that I had quit Edinburgh. That was another thing they were not going to be happy about.
"Its fine thanks Dad, listen is mum around?"
"She is, I'll just get her for you"He disappeared from the other end of the phone.
"So am I right that you haven't told our parents about you leaving Scotland"deduced Sherlock
I rubbed the side of my temple with my middle figure, making sure it was in full view of Sherlock. Then came the sound I was dreading.
"Hi sweetheart how are you? "said my mother.
"I'm fine, listen mum. I have something to tell you"