"Ugh once again Sherlocks with another woman" I told myself as I heard them laughing, I rolled my eyes and stayed in bed not wanting to see another one of his whores. I don't know what happened to Sherlock, about a month ago he started coming home with women saying that it was a one time thing; He doesn't drink at all (smokes occasionally) but his craving for sex is almost like a man with a drinking problem.
After being in bed for an hour, I finally heard salutations and the door closing. I got out of bed and headed to the kitchen, "John! It's about time you got out of bed" I rolled my eyes and said under my breath "it's time for you to stop being a sex addic-" Sherlock slammed his coffee cup on the table.
He had rage in his eyes, "JOHN WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO MAKE COMMENTS ABOUT MY HAPPINESS" he screamed at me. "MAYBE IT'S BECAUSE WE HAVE NO MONEY TO PAY THIS MONTH OR LAST MONTHS RENT, SHERLOCK WERE BASICALLY BROKE BECAUSE OF YOUR WHORES AND WE HAVEN'T HAD A CASE IN 2 MONTHS!"
Before Sherlock could say another idiotic comment he got a text message.
Without him saying a word he ran into his room, I was worried so I followed him, his room smelled like cigarettes and was complete mess. Not surprised. "Well, what are you standing there for?! Get dressed john!" I ran straight for my room and picked out the first outfit that i could find which was a white sweater with a button down under, and black jeans. I ran straight for the door with Sherlock waiting for me, "what's wrong Sherlock?" I asked "I'm not sure but Greg says that it's an emergency." We ran straight for the car Greg had sent us, I was a little slow so Sherlock gabbed my hand and I don't know what happened but I had butterflies; I felt something special with him..... Could I?
As we got into the car we locked eyes, I felt the world move slower, and could hear my heart beat faster. Then his voice startled me:
"I-I'm sorry John, for screaming at you like that"
"It's okay Sherlock. It's just that.. this has to stop, we can't lose the flat and Mrs. Hudson is getting tired of waiting for the rent"
"I know, I know and I'm ready to make a change... I think...."
"When you're ready Sherlock. For now I'll just have to continue having a second job"
Sherlocks eyes grew bigger with shock," John, you been working?.."
"Yea, it only pays half of the rent because I also have to get food but it's not that bad"
Sherlocks eyes widened with tears, I could stand to watch Sherlock turn into a depressing mess... His tears running down his cold cheeks, I grab him by his bold strong shoulders
"Sherlock, you're going to be okay. I'm here to help you and you know that.."
"John... I have failed, everyone... Everything and now this case and especially.. You."
The sound of him saying that he had failed me broke my heard into pieces, he thought of Sherlock being this depressed made me want to pick him up and tell him everything was going to be okay.. If only I could.. The car stopped.. We were not at the station..
