I Can't Stand You Sherlock

Chapter 14: 'Friends'?

Coffee shop song for the chapter!

"Yeah, right, like hell I'm going to say here for another day," I said to Sherlock as I sat on the couch five days after Sherlock and John saved me from Zane.

Sherlock frowned at me, not wanting to argue any more. "You are going to stay here because I told you to," he said firmly as he got his coat on, getting ready to leave for case.

Who did he think he was? He could force me to stay here, could he? "You're not my father!" I shouted as I stood up, careful not to put much weight on my ankle.

Ever since Sherlock and John had rescued me from Zane, they had gone above and beyond making sure I was under constant watch. I think they were afraid that he would take me again or I would just die from a sprained ankle and broken ribs. They were using my health as an excuse to keep me in the house and out of trouble. I understood where they were coming from but by the fifth day, I had enough.

"No, but I am in charge of you and I say stay here. I'll be back in a couple of hours. Watson said..."

"I know what John said!" I said stubbornly as I crossed my arms over my chest. Without another word, he walked out of the flat. I couldn't help but swear under my breath. All I did was sprain my ankle and break two ribs, I had worse. But yet, they were both treating me like such a cripple. I had to get out of here, it was driving me insane.

I listened closely to the sound of his heavy steps going down the stairs and then out the door and waited for a good 15 minutes until deciding it was safe to get ready. I would not follow what he said, I had other things to do today starting with talking to some of my old 'friends' if you want to call them that. Everyone knew I was out, I figured it was time to make an official appearance.

I walked to the bathroom with a slight limp and changed out of my PJs into some black running pants and an oversized sweater. I put my red hair into a bun, took some Tylenol, then grabbed my phone, keys and walked out the door.

Since when did I listen to what any told me to do? Forget this, I wasn't about to listen to Sherlock now. I was going to do my thing. Just as I stepped out of the front door, Miss Hudson spoke up saying, "where are you off to?"

"Just getting some milk and eggs," I lied as I turned to face her. Dang it, I thought she was gone as well. She was going to make me stay and I couldn't bring myself to go against her wishes for whatever reason.

She frowned at me, knowing what I was planning on doing. "You couldn't have just said, I could have given you some."

That wasn't a good enough lie. She caught me. I recovered quickly without her seeing that I was lying and said, "that's sweet, but I'll get it myself. I don't want to use your things."

"Sherlock thought you would do this...." she sighed.

My eyes grew wide. He told her I would leave. "Please Miss Hudson! Don't tell him! he has me locked up there! I have to take a step out or I'll go crazy. Please!" I begged her as if my life depended on it.

"Ok just be back in an hour." And with that, she turned around and walked back to where she came from.

I smiled as I walked out of the door, mentally singing 'dancing with myself'. For some reason, I felt different ever since I got back four days ago. Was it happiness I felt? Or was it I was getting used to living here and putting up with him? He still got on my nerves, all the time, but I think I was getting used to blocking him out. Regardless of what it was, I felt like a new person.

I felt like I was changing into a normal person which caused me to shudder at the idea. I didn't want to be a normal person, I was Rori Anderson. I had been around Scotland Yard too much, it wasn't good for me. I had to get out of here and do some white-collar crimes.