Am I The One That Got Away, Dear Sherlock?

Chapter Twelve: How Could You, Mr. Holmes.

I felt numb; Jorge was still attacking my lifeless body. My body felt nothing, my emotions were gone; I stopped crying for it was useless anymore. No one was coming to save me, my cries for help weren’t being heard.  Nothing I did was going to make him stop; I stopped the hitting, the kicking, nothing was working.

            What was taking Sherlock and John so long to find me? Sherlock was the brilliant mind; it should have been easy to find me. Jorge gripped my neck, focusing me to look into the eyes of the animal. He gave me a dirty grin, moving his hand up to my cheeks; squeezing them hard.

            “When I am done with you, neither Holmes or the Doctor will want you.” He deeply growled at me. My eyes grew while he lowered his face so our noses touched, “You will always picture my face whenever you make love to the Doctor.”

            I let out a shriek when he started to pick up his pace when finally he let out a giant grunt. I felt the tears rolling down my cheeks once more, while Jorge pushed himself up to get dress. I slowly brought my legs to my chest, moving away from the beast.

            He tossed two shillings, scoffing at me, “You always know where to find me if the Doctor or Mr. Holmes can’t pleasure you like I do.” He went out of the carriage, leaving me by myself. I was in the corner, gathering my dress: trying to make it look presentable again. There was no use; I rubbed my hand to wipe away my tears. My sobs only gotten louder.

            I felt used, dirty; why hasn’t Sherlock found me? He has such a brilliant mind, but when it comes to me, when I am in danger: nothing.

            The carriage door clicked open; I covered my face from facing the door, “Please! No more!” I screamed out.

            “Olivia?” I heard a soft, gentle voice calling out to me. I lowered my hands and wiped away the last of my tears to see Sherlock in front of me. His eyes showed heartbreak, his hand dropped from the carriage door to be placed over his mouth. He turned away from me to only be pushed out of the way.

            “Olivia!” John yelled, looking into the carriage. Our eyes met while I curled away even more from the open door.

            “John, please—“ I began to say but I felt the carriage shake as John rushed in to wrap his arms around me. I gripped onto John’s shirt, pressing my face more into his chest, “Where were you!” I let out, my body was trembling, and my voice was cracking. I was unstable.

            John kissed the top of my head while rubbing my back, “I have you now, Olivia. I won’t let anything happen to you ever again.” I placed my chin on John’s shoulder to look out to see Sherlock staring at me.

            “Olivia, I am so sorry,” Sherlock let out softly, I looked at him but avoided eye contact with him. John took off his jacket and placed it around me.

            John slowly took me out of the carriage; John still had his arms around me as soon as we got out. I kept looking away from Sherlock, where soon I just rested my head, once again, on John’s chest. I soon heard a bang, turning towards the noise; I saw a bloody hand coming from Sherlock. I stared at him, while he looked back at me. The window of the carriage was shattered and you could see the pieces of the glass still in his fist.

            “Mr. Holmes,” I let out softly. I went over to him, slowly taking out the glass shards in his fist.

            “How can you be so calm?” He questioned me. I looked up at him, confused. “You were just raped. Rape!” He screamed. I moved away from Sherlock to go back to John.

            “Sherlock, calm down. You do not need to announce this to all of Dublin!” John spat back at him, he made me go behind him and while I looked around; John was right, all of Dublin was looking at us.

            Sherlock got closer to John, pointing his finger in John’s face, “You. How can you be so calm? Your girlfriend just got raped from that oath and you’re not even mad?” He spat back at John.

            John looked back at me, “Of course I am mad, Holmes. I am beyond mad, but this is not the place to have this talk.” John spoke; trying to be calm but you could hear the anger in his voice. I placed my hands to cover my ears while turning away from them both. I couldn’t handle them fighting, I couldn’t handle the yelling; all it brought back were visions of Jorge.

            “Olivia, focus! Look at me!” I heard John yelling at me, pulling on my wrist; focusing them to bring them down. I didn’t even notice that I was crying again. John placed his hand on my cheek placing his forehead on mine, “Olivia, everything is going to be okay.”

            I heard Sherlock scoff at us, not making eye contact at all, “Don’t make her promises. I warned you that this would happen.” John pressed his lips together, gripping on my hand. Sherlock looked at us, as if he did nothing wrong, “Moriarty will get her again. It’s because she’s the woman of the Great Sherlock Holmes.”

            I stared at Sherlock, eyes widened; did he really just say that? “Excuse me, Holmes? Your woman?” John spat towards him, “Last time I check, Olivia is with me and only me!” Sherlock moved towards John, but looking straight at me. “I told you to back off from her.” John growled.

            “You know why Moriarty is doing this, it’s not to get under your skin.” Sherlock got face to face with John, his face grew red from anger, “It’s to get under my skin! He knows that I am in love with Olivia.” He broke contact from John to look right at me. I could feel my heart picking up pace while my cheek grew rosy.

            My heart felt like it was going to jump right out of my chest. He looked so calm, his eyes relaxed while there was a small smile on his lips. “She knows that I love her more than you ever will.”

            I felt John loosen his grip on my hand, covering his mouth. He turned to me while having his back towards Sherlock. “You knew?” His voice cracked while my eyes softened, “Why haven’t you told me?”

            I wanted to say something but when I opened up my mouth just a gasp of air came out. John rolled his eyes at me while shoving his way past me. I turned to Sherlock with tears rolling down my cheek.

            “You couldn’t let me happy, could you?” I questioned him. I walked away trying to not think at all but in front of me, I could see in the crowd: Moriarty. He tipped off his hat to me while smirking, as I saw Jorge next to him sending me kisses and laughing with his boss. I stood there surprised then it finally clicked.

            This was part of his plan all along.  

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