"The prettiest smiles hide the deepest secrets.
The prettiest eyes have cried the most tears.
And the kindest hearts have felt the most pain."

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You plug in your earbuds, listening to music you slip on your trench coat and knee high boots. Grabbing your satchel, you place your book, drawing pad and camera; tossing it over your shoulder. Every evening during the ends of Autumn you would walk to a nearby Starbucks and order the usual, an iced caramel macchiato.

Walking downstairs, you find your dog (dog name). (He/She) was laying down on the couch, paws hanging over the edge. Stifling a laugh, you walk over to the door and open it slowly. A cold, gentle breeze enters your flat and you go outside.

The coffee shop was a few blocks down from where you lived. If anything, you loved the street you lived on, Baker Street. Yes, the same street where the famous Sherlock Holmes museum is. Also, you would always hang around in Hudson's restaurant.

The door was firmly shut, locking it with your keys before you leave. You flip up the collar on your coat and head to Starbucks.

••Timey Whimey Skip••

Arriving in front of the store, you sigh and walk in. The store was a tad busy and full of new faces. Walking to the counter you see that there's a new barista.

"Odd, I've never seen him before." You said to yourself.

His hair was messy and he wore the regular uniform. (Do they wear one? I've only gone once, I can't remember.) He smiled brightly and waved.

"Hello, nice weather to have some warm coffee today." He said, ready to input something on the register.

"Can I get an Iced caramel macchiato?" You say chuckling, the exact opposite of what he said.

"Oh, and aren't ya worried about getting some cold coffee?" He put the order in.

"Nope, if I were to get sick I think I would risk it." You say taking out your wallet.

He raises an arm and stops you, "No need to. It's on the house." He smiles.

"Oh, uh... thank you." You look down at his name tag. David.

You smile and head over to a table where his face was still clear. You take out your sketchbook and begin to draw. It was a habit of your's to sketch whoever intrigued you. The book was full of sketches of people that visited the shop or even at the park.

Finishing the sketch, you close the book and open the other. It was a book of time traveling and mechanics, along as some space facts thrown in there.

"Iced caramel macchiato for a/an (Y/N)?"

You peeked up from your book as you heard your name. You dismiss it but then got up from your seat. Walking to the counter you see David holding your drink.

"An iced caramel macchiato for a/an-" he repeated once more but you butt in,

"Sorry, that would be me. Thank you," You say putting the book back in the satchel. You reach for the drink and take it.

As you head out he smiles, "Oi! What were you reading? It seemed fun." Turning back you look at him as a crazed man. How did time travel and mechanics look fun to him?

"A book about time travel and mechanics. Why'd you ask?"

"It just seemed fun." He smiled, waving me goodbye and leaving the counter.

"Wait, how did he know my name?" You turn around and look at the counter, but he was gone.

You held onto the cup in your hands and walked back to your flat. Along the way you heard footsteps and turned around but nobody was there. Taking another sip of your coffee, you walk up to the curb and hail a cab.

"Directions?" His voice was gruff and stern.

"Baker Street, please." You say, you were never really fond of strangers knowing your address.

He nods and drives off. The drive wasn't long, but hearing footsteps behind you made you paranoid. The driver stops at the corner of the street and tells you the amount due. You pay and wave goodbye.

You walk past Hudson's Restaurant and the Sherlock Museum to reach your flat. The keys jingled softly as you pulled them out of your satchel and into the keyhole. Opening the door, your met with a horrid stench of alcohol.

"Shit. Why's father here?" You thought. He never was available on phone and had left months ago, appearing at your house from time to time.
-smol flashback-
When you were a child, of 7 years, your father had started drinking and began abusing you and your mother. After a few months, your mother was fed up of his abuse and had moved out, started sharing a flat with a former friend of her's, and brought you and your belongings there. It was only after a couple of years that he found both of you and you had to leave your friend, Phil.

After that, your mother found a new place and she actually owned it. It was a three story flat that had two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, a living room, and a study. She enrolled you into a high school were you met a few friends and your best friend, Dan. (Lol u know what I'm up to Jen-pu)

Your mother died, in a car accident, when you were 15 and you had no other family members but your father and aunt. She was in Ireland and had a restraining order against your mother and her children. (Btw, your mother's name is Emile and your father's Marcus.) There was a case but your father had won it since their were, somehow, no reports of abuse on you or your mother. And ever since, until the age of eighteen, you've lived with your father in your old house.
-end of le informational flashback-

You entered the flat, closing the door behind you. Quietly, you walk to the living room and found him, the assbut that ruined your life and your mother's. He was sitting on the recliner, a bottle of whiskey on the coffee table, and a cup in his hand. Leaving the living room, you looked around for (d/n) who you found whimpering in the corner of the study.

(He/She) limped towards you, her paw was bloody and had a glass shard enveloped in it. Oh that bloody bastard.

Your faced boiled with anger and fear. Angry because he wouldn't leave you alone. But you don't what to do with him and you don't know what he can do to you, that was the fear bubbling in your stomach.

You walked back to the living room. The tv getting louder with every step you took. You finally reached the doorframe to where the room was. You stayed there for a second, but for the next you barged in and stood in front of him.

"What are you doing here?" You say, arms folded across your chest and your feet firm on the carpet floor.

"I just wanted to see my baby girl," He smiled sipping at his drink, "Here have a glass, what are you? 27?"

"Don't call me that." You hissed.

"One, I don't drink. Two, I'm 24. And three, I want you to leave my bloody flat." You yelled, turning of the tv.

He got up and settled the glass cup down on the table, "You don't fuckin' disrespect me, especially your father!"

"This is my bloody flat, and if you don't leave I'll call the Scotland Yard!" You snapped, reaching for your phone.

A glass shattered right next to you, you looked at the floor and saw a broken glass and whiskey. You turn to him and see that he had thrown it.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOIN'?" He stormed towards you and he pulls at your hair. His chubby hand slams your head towards the wall and you slide down to the floor.

(D/N) walks in and bites him in the leg and where 'the sun don't shine'. He falls screaming in pain and you get up. Unfortunately, the hit made your vision blurry(face) and it made it difficult to walk upstairs. You grab the railing for support and walk to your room, (D/N) is limping next to you as if protecting you was her priority.

As you reach your room's door, footsteps echo up the stairs. You scurry to the door and grab the door knob. You open the door but an object is thrown to your head and you fall to the floor. Your dog scurries to you and attempts to pull you inside your room. You pull yourself from the floor and go inside looking your door. You run to the other side of the room and slide down against the wall.

You touch the right side of your head and see a crimson liquid run down from your fingertips. Your vision blurs and you fall to the floor. (D/N) runs to your side and licks your cheek.

"Why did you have to leave me mom?" You whisper, your throat felt dry but tears began to fall, staining your dusted cheeks. Your cries were hosed down by your father's pounding, and blood-curling screams.

Blood began to seep from your wound. Your eyes were tired and you began to drift off, but you heard a whooshing sound and slowly a blue box appeared in your room. You thought you were hallucinating but a man's silhouette appeared and you heard his voice.

"Surprised to see me (Y/N)?" He said enthusiastically.

"(Y/N)?" His voice wavered as he saw you in a pool of your own blood.