You Get Kidnapped (Daddy/Daughter)(Part 1)

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Warnings- Swearing. Mentions of abuse, self harm and maybe depression also kidnapping plus mentions of drugs. Do not read if your effect by any one of these things. I know most authors who write stuff will say if you need anyone to talk to you can talk to me but I'm going to repeat it.

If you need anyone to talk to about anything, who won't judge or isn't face to face, someone who you can just rant to and it won't leave us to and I won't tell anybody then I'm here. I know how difficult some of these issues can be and all that you want to do is talk so a random stranger who won't judge you then you can talk to me. I'm always happy to help.

On a happier note I'm back woo. However the last year of my High School starts on the 9th September so this will be fun.(note my sarcasm)

GCSE'S BRING IT BITCH

Also the picture has nothing to do with this just made me laugh it is totally random, so about the picture be warned.
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"WHY CAN'T YOU JUST BE NORMAL FOR ONCE" you screamed at you Father, the one and only Sherlock Holmes

"What do you mean Y/N. I did nothing wrong if that's what your getting at. I don't understand why your so angry" Sherlock replied casually to you why sitting on John's laptop.

"YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG. THATS BULLSHIT SHERLOCK. YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID. YOU JUST CAN'T KEEP THAT FAT GOB SHUT. IT'S NOT WONDER WHY I DON'T HAVE FRIENDS BECAUSE ALL YOU DO IS CAUSE THEM TO FLEE. YOU DONT ANNOUNCE TO A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHAT SOMEONE'S GOT GOING ON AT HOME" you paused taking a calm breath after shouting at Sherlock "You know what you may be my birth Father, the reason I was made but you know the funny thing John's been more than a Father who've ever been and he hasn't been here half of my life" You finished you rant calmly whilst pinching the bridge of your nose. The classic Holmes movement

"Well if your that bothered than go live with John. One last burden to cope with." Sherlock stated back whilst walking to the kitchen.

"YOU KNOW WHAT. I FUCKING WILL YOU ARSEHOLE!" You shouted whilst walking to your room to grab a few things. Once you have collected the essentials you walked back out of your room, slamming the door shut.

"GOOD FUCKING RIDDANCE SHERLOCK. I HATE YOU" You shouted at your Father walking past him, as he was in the kitchen.

"WELL I HATE YOU TOO. I WISH I HAD NEVER BEEN SO STUPID TO KEEP YOU, LET A LONE LET YOU BE BORN." Your Father shouted back as you got closer to the door.

That made the tears well up in your eyes and they escaped the prison they were being held in. You opened the door giving the whole building downstairs one last look before leavening.

"Yeah me too Sherlock, me too" You muttered before slamming the door shut.

"Ohh another domestic Sherlock" Mrs Hudson chimed walking into the flat

"You could say that Mrs Hudson, you could say that" Sherlock muted back whilst watching his pride and joy, storm down the street. His daughter you the one thing he had just lost, that he had cherished the most.

-------------Time skip brought to you by. Wait for it

Voldemort's nipple-------------

You stormed down the street fighting the urge to look back at your Father. Resisting the urge you stormed further down the street until you where far enough and hailed a passing cab. You told the cab driver the directions in a rather harsh manner. Apologising to him by giving him a rather large tip. You didn't care it was only your Fathers money. You decided you weren't going to call him that anymore, Sherlock was an better option.

You knocked on the door of John and Mary's home. After a few minutes of waiting and loud shouts of 'I'm coming' Mary finally answered the door and seeing your red puffy eyes and uneven breathing she pulled you inside.

"John get down here right now" Mary called up the stairs while taking you into the lounge.

She later returned with a steaming hot cup of tea and a box of tissues thrusting then into your hands. John finally joined both of you and your crying had finally calmed down.

"Sweetheart tell us what happened. Your never like this" Mary cooed trying to get you to talk

"Me and Sherlock went out to go look at a case. It was a new one and Lestrade kept telling me to stay out of the hospital room but I didn't want to. I um stormed in, and my friends where in there while my other friend Lily was lying in the hospital bed. She had um been abused at home bad Sherlock just did what he did best and stated it all in front of everyone and nobody knew anything about it. She was so embarrassed and she was crying the hard that she was struggling to breath. He just had to do what he does best and just scare them all away." You paused finally realising that maybe you shouldn't have shouted at him however he had not a single right in your eyes to announce to everyone about her self harming issues or her abuse. She would of told everyone in her own time.

"We argued and Sherlock said he wished he had never of had me, that he hated me." You sighed letting tears fall from your eyes. "It just hurt so bad because he was never really there, no one was. He never payed attention to me growing up as a kid." You debated whether to tell the happy couple who looked so sympathetic at the moment the next bit.

"I compared him to John shouting at him that he was a better father and had only been round for a few years of my life. I shouldn't of said that but I was so angry." The tears quickly turned into tears of anger " I just hate him so much some..."

You where cut of before you could finish by Mary pulling you into a bone breaking hug. "Darling sometimes people say stuff they don't mean. It can be for many a reasons. Bottled up emotions for so long that you explode or that your angry and see red so bad that the things you think in your head that you wouldn't normally mean you say. It doesn't mean your in the wrong or should feel bad about it. An argument is a bit like respect it works in one but two ways. You either give respect to be shown respect back but and argument is more like you say one thing the other says something back and it escalates into something that you don't even mean half of the time. It will blow over trust me."

"Mary's right you know. Sherlock can be an arsehole or well a idiot at times, but what people see is that Sherlock protects us all even if it means putting himself through it all. Putting his life on the line all the time for us when he needs to, though most of the time it's due to his own stupid actions. But that's what matters most. Just give it some time." John explained putting a comforting hand on your shoulder

"Thanks the both of you." You thanked both John and Mary "I'm going to go and get some air. Walk down the the park. I'll text you or something." You left returning the wave they sent you.

You walked down the street towards the park. Having a mind like Sherlocks was a blessing but also a curse but at least you knew you wouldn't get lost around London. You continued the ten minute walk when you heard footsteps behind you. After a while they disappeared leaving you unsuspicious and you continued walking. It was only 6 at night so it wasn't pitch black and it was coming closer to so it was a dark but light sky.

Only a couple seconds later you felt a warm hand clamp over your mouth holding something against it whilst the other arm went round your neck. Knowing better than to breath in as it would most probably be a knock out drug more specificity Chloroform, you began thrashing around screaming through the cloth until you inhaled into it. It didn't help that you where moving as the ability to hold your breath was decreased to about a minute and a half where as if you where relaxed you could hold it up to three to four minutes.

You felt yourself become dizzy and disoriented until you felt yourself slump against the man holding you. You could just make out through your blurry vision another figure one dressed in all black walk towards you with an sinister smirk. This is how you knew that you where in deep shit before you blacked out completely. Letting the darkness over take you.

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