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.