5 - The Parent.
"Charlie, wake up! Come on you were suppose to be by now," Sherlock yells as I start to wake up in my bed.
"What do you mean I was suppose to be up by now," I ask.
"I told you last night that there was a special guest coming over!"
"You did?"
"Yes, I did. Now get ready he's already here!"
"Who is it?"
"I'll tell you when your done getting ready!"
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About an hour later I was ready. I had done my makeup and hair. I was wearing a nice top and skirt, but I was missing my lucky bracelet. I've had it since I was a baby.
"Hey dad, where is my bracelet," I yell down the stairs.
I hear some footsteps coming up the stairs.
"Right here. It was on the kitchen table," Sherlock responds as he makes it to my room.
"Thanks. So, who is this special guest?"
"Your father. Your biological father."
I turn into a statue. I can tell all the color drained from my face. I was in complete dismay and honestly, terror. I am completely aware of what happened, and who my parents really are. However, I could never tell anyone.
"What, my father?! He's dead..."
"No, he's not. He's waiting for you in the living room."
"Dad, stop being irrational. He's gone. There's nothing we can do about it."
"Don't believe me, go look downstairs."
I walk out of my room, down the steps, and into the living room. It was just Mr. Brooks, but now that I look at him more, he looks too familiar.
"Hi, Richard...it's nice to see you again," I say. I'm so confused.
"Hello, Charlie," he replies. A tear goes down his cheek as he takes a step closer to me. "You've grown up so much."
"What the hell..."
"My name isn't Richard Brook, Charlie."
"I kinda realized that." I go to back up, but I didn't realize that Sherlock was right behind me. "Who are you?"
"I'm Jim Moriarty, your father."
"No, he's dead. Jim Moriarty is dead. My mother is dead. My dad is dead. You're lying." I was starting to lose it.
"I can prove it to you. That bracelet your wearing, I got it for you. It has an ingraving on it. It says 'I'm alive'. I thought you would get a little hint, but I guess not."
"Is it hot in here or is it just me?" I step back, but it's too late because I pass out in Sherlock's arms.