6 - The Men.
I wake up in a bed, but it doesn't nessisarly look like mine. Maybe I feel asleep in the cab and Sherlock let me sleep in his bed. Maybe that was all a dream.
I open my eyes fully and see I'm not even in my house. I looked at my cloths. It wasn't a dream. Shit.
I open the door to the room to see a grand staircase to what looks like the main floor. I could hear talking. It sounded like my dad and my suppose to be biological 'dad'.
I went down the stairs and into a sitting room. The two men were sitting. They were both too busy in conversation that I had to speak up for the to notice me.
"Ummm...hey," I was suprised I didn't stutter.
"Oh, hello. I'm glad your up," Sherlock says. He pats the seat next to him.
I continue to walk into the room, and sit down next to Sherlock.
"So could someone explain any further what happened and where I am," I ask quietly and politely.
"You passed out. You're at my house," replies Richard. I don't believe he's my father.
"Charlie, I have to go home now. Your stuff will be delivered later today," Sherlock says in the middle of the conversation.
"You can't just leave me here. He can't be my dad! You are! I'm coming home with you," I protest.
"I'm sorry. You can come and visit. You have my number. I'm always going to be here for you."
"What the hell? You can't just expect me to be 'A ok' with this!"
"You're very good at adapting to different situations. In sure you will be fine." With that he gave me a humongous hug and a kiss on my forehead. "I'm so sorry." He got up off the couch and left.
"I'm sorry, Charlie," Richard says to try to calm me down, but it's just another voice to me right now.
I'm petrified. How could he just leave me like that. This man, Mr. Brooks, can't be my dad. He claims to be Jim Moriarty, but it's impossible.
I break myself out of my haze, even though I really want to break something or start crying my eyes out.
"Sorry for what," I ask.
"That this is how our meeting had to happen," he replies with as much kindness as he could muster.
"So you're not sorry for leaving me. For leaving me to wonder till I was 10, why would anyone want to give me up? Why would anyone not want me? What did I do wrong? I can change. Is that what they want?" I pause and stand up. He's about to talk, but I interrupt him. "I've been 'ok' you would have to at for almost 4 years now, but I'm right back to just wondering."
"Why don't you believe I'm your father?"
"Because it's impossible for you to be alive. You were blown up! There is no way you or my mom could be alive! Neither could I! It's just seems I've been fed lies my whole life."
"You were a miracle. You almost died in the hospital. Your mother and I were in intensive care. However, your mother died about two to three years later.
"Is she really dead because it seems like faking deaths is in. Considering your background and hers, if you are Jim Motiarty and she is Tori Moriarty, she could have easily faked her death too. Ever think of that? I'm sure you would have, since you are a 'criminal mastermind'."
"I have. I've searched everywhere. She's dead."
"Get ready to go. We're going to Bart's to get a blood test done. That's the only way I'm going to believe you."
I run upstairs to the room I was in. The heels I was wearing are in the corner and a bag of stuff. In the bag is a change of cloths and my glasses. I take out my contacts because they are annoying the heck out of me and put on the glasses.
I head back downstairs, being carful to not fall over, but unlucky me, I trip and fall down the last couple of stairs. I land on my butt.
"I swear, you and your mother. I can't trust either if you in heels," Richard says.
He's about to help me up when two men walk in the door.
"Why the hell did you do this time
Jim," the taller one asks. "I told you, you don't have to jump from woman to woman to get over Tori."
I give him a look. "You little shit. You're jumping from girl to girl because your depressed about your dead wife? I'm sorry that she's dead, but jumping from person to person is not going to make you happy, at all."
"Watch your mouth young lady," Richard says to scold me.
"You're not the boss of me," I yell back.
"Oh, yes I am!" He grabs my arms to pull me up. I almost fall over from the sudden rush of standing up.
"We'll see about that!"
I walk to the door, but the man that was talking before, blocked me.
"Where do you think your going," he asks.
"I'm leaving, and going to Bart's. Richard is coming with me. Either get out of my way, or I'll make you get out of my way," I yell back.
"You pulled the 'Richard Brook' card," the shorter guy says. "Priceless!" He starts belly laughing.
I take that as my chance to exit. I get outside, and a limo pulls up immediately. Richard comes running outside once he realizes I left.
We both hop in, however, the two other men hop in too.
"Great, let's just maybe it a party! Want to invite some people to come," I say angerly.
"Could you chill for 5 seconds, jeez," the shorter man says.
"Honey, please. You haven't seen the worst if it," I protest. "Who are you anyway?"
"Jesse Moriarty."
"I'm Sebation Moran, it's nice to meet you," the tall man says.
"Nice to meet you guys too."
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