Contract Marriage starring Love and Revenge
Chapter 132. Young Sherlock.

Chapter 132: 132. Young Sherlock.

{Young Sherlock’s POV}

The child remembered he was standing outside the girls bathroom waiting for his sister and nanny to come out when someone had grabbed his hand and the first thing that came to his mind was to scream.

To scream like his nanny had told him to if ever someone unknown tried to touch him by force, but then before he could let out the scream, a huge hand was placed over his mouth and he had fallen asleep.

He woke up and found himself in the midst of two unfamiliar men who weren’t as tall as his daddy but a little taller than his mommy.

Of course he was scared to be sitting with unfamiliar faces. But as much as he was scared, he was curious too. "So, did you kidnap me?" Little Sherlock asks as he looks around him.

He was set on a chair for adults on the dining table, and his head was at the same level as the top of the table. His little legs couldn’t touch the ground too.

A little puzzle box was placed in front of him on the table and he wondered if he was supposed to arrange it for them? He also wondered if this was how they treated children who were kidnapped. There wasn’t even a toy to play with.

With his little eyes, he looked around the single room they were in and could not see a single toy. The room was disoriented with clothes thrown all over the place.

His daddy would hate such a place, was what the little boy was thinking.

"For the one hundredth time, yes!" Says one of the strange men who sat in front of him around the small round table playing a game of cards and chewing on what the child was guessing was dried meat.

"Yes kid, this is a kidnap. We kidnapped you." The man with brown hair completes his words.

Little Sherlock stared at the man with squinted eyes wondering why his teeth were brown and why one of his teeth was broken. Maybe he fought with a friend.

Or maybe he fell down the stairs. He remembered his mummy always told him and his sister that if they ran up and down the stairs, they could fall down and break their teeth

"Yike you kidnapped my mummy?" The young inquisitive Sherlock asks further.

"Probably," says the other man with red hair. "I don’t know, kid. Maybe they kidnapped your mummy, maybe they didn’t. I don’t know and I don’t care." The young Sherlock wondered what sort of vague and dumb answer that was. He didn’t know. But if he was a kidnapper, then wasn’t he the same person who took her mummy? How could he not know?

Did he forget kidnapping his mummy? The boy could only wonder.

"Did you forget that you kidnapped my mummy?" The boy asks.

"What?! We never kidnapped your mummy. We don’t even know who your mummy is." Says the brown haired man with brown teeth.

The young boy was even more confused. If they didn’t know his mummy, why then did they kidnap her?

"Why did you kidnap my mummy if you don’t know my mummy?"

"Kid, geez! We did not kidnap your mummy!" They both scream together and young Sherlock stares at them and wonder if they were lying.

Lying was bad, and adults shouldn’t lie, so maybe they were telling the truth. So if they didn’t kidnap his mummy, then, who did?

"So you didn’t kidnap my mummy?"

"No kid, we didn’t. Now can you please, for the love of God just focus on putting that puzzle together. You’ll get a big elephant if you’re done." The red-haired one says and the young boy shifts his gaze from the two of them to the puzzle laid in front of him.

But then his inquisitive mind was not yet satisfied. "Who then kidnapped my mummy?"

"Oh God!!" Both men groan in frustration.

"God doesn’t kidnap people though."

"Kid! We don’t know your mummy, we do not know who kidnapped your mummy, maybe it was someone who hated your mummy!" Says the brown-haired man who’s on the boy’s left hand side. The red-haired one seems too tired to talk any further. "We don’t know! Get that!!" He’s screaming into young Sherlock’s face and the boy notices the man has very bad breath. "Do you get that?!" He asks and young Sherlock nods his head.

Now he understood that these people were not the ones who kidnapped his mummy, another bad man did. Now he understood that...

So now he had another question for them

"When my mummy was kidnapped, my daddy bwought my mummy back home. Will he come and bwing me back home too?"

He remembered it clearly, that day he and his sister had waited for long for his daddy who went out to bring back their mummy and although they had ended up falling asleep, by the time they woke up, their mummy was already back home.

In the end their daddy brought back their mummy. So he needed to ask, since he too had been kidnapped now, was his daddy coming for him?

"Sorry kiddo," The red-haired man snickers in a rather rude way, "your daddy doesn’t know where you are right now."

This red-haired man clearly doesn’t know his daddy too. Young Sherlock knew his daddy was the best at finding lost things no matter where they were hiding. Whenever they played hide and seek, he always found them. And whenever he or his sister lost their toy, their daddy was the one who always found it for them.

Young Sherlock knew his daddy was the best seeker in the whole wide world.

"I know." Says young Sherlock. "He didn’t know where my mummy was either but he found her. So he will find me too Yike he found my mummy, right?"

"Geez kid, no! Your daddy won’t find you!" The brown-haired man bangs his hand on the table and yells, causing young Sherlock to flinch in shock as the puzzles fly out of the board and onto the table.

For some seconds, the boy remains quiet, wondering if the man was angry and if yes, what made the man angry? He thinks back to the questions he asked and when he concludes that there was nothing wrong with his questions and that the man must have been angry because of the card games he was playing with his friend, Young Sherlock spoke again.

"I think he will find me though." The boy stretches his hand and begins to pick the puzzle pieces from the table, placing them back onto the puzzle board.

"You know what he did to the person that kidnapped my mummy?" Young Sherlock asks with a smile.

"Well, I will tell you since you don’t seem to know." He says happily. "My nanny, Mary, do you know Mary?" He asks and they both palm their faces and sigh. Young Sherlock couldn’t help but wonder why the men were looking so tired.

Finally, the red-haired man speaks up. "No, I don’t know no Mary. Do you know any Mary, Martin?" The red-haired guy asks the brown-haired guy and little Sherlock was now aware of the fact that the brown-haired man with the brown and broken teeth is called Martin.

"No, Brian, I don’t know no Mary either." And the red-haired man was called Brian. Now young Sherlock felt happy that he’d be able to explain the entire ordeal to his family later with proper names and not just identify them as red-haired man and brown-haired man.

With a smile on his face, young Sherlock goes on to explain who Mary is. "Mary is my nanny. She takes care of me and my sister when my daddy and mummy are not at home. And she teaches us lots of stuff like numbers and letters. She’s a good nanny. Me and Renny’s nanny." Young Sherlock suddenly realizes that these people who don’t know his mummy, his daddy and his nanny might also not know his sister, so he asks, "Do you know Renny?"

"No." As he already expected.

"Renny is my sister." He proudly says.

"Alright."

"So Mary told me and Renny that daddy beat the man that kidnapped my mummy. Will my daddy beat you too when he finds you?" Young Sherlock asks with big gray eyes staring at them waiting for a response.

"Kid, for the last time, your daddy won’t find us!!! And nobody is beating us up! Now shut your mouth if you don’t want us to tie you up and stuff your mouth with a dirty rag."

Young Sherlock was shocked by the reaction of Martin. What did he say wrong? And why will you stuff anybody’s mouth with anything that is not food?! A dirty rag for that matter.

But more importantly, "How do I tell you when I want to pee then?" He asks the very important question.

"Do you want to pee?" Brian asks.

"No."

"Then sit down! And shut up!" One thing was certain, these people are rude.

But now Young Sherlock has an emergency, "Excuse me..."

"What?!" They both yell in sync.

"I want to pee now."

"Urgh!!! I hate children!" Says Martin.