Told You So

7

John POV

I looked at the array of food before going back to the room with a tray of food. As I walked to the door, I heard Sherlock screaming something, causing me to drop the tray and run to the door.

"Sherlock! Let me in!"

More screaming.

"Please!"

Grumbling came from the door while screaming was still coming from the room. The door swung open and a man stood there looking at me like I was horrible for coming to my room.

"Who're you?"

I looked in the room and saw Sherlock on the floor. "I'm his roommate. Who are you?" I said, trying to get to Sherlock.

"His father; now, please go away."

I glared at him as I pushed past him and saw Sherlock laying on the ground bleeding badly. "If you're his father, why is he like this? Do you not love him?" I screamed, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm only setting him straight. Nothing to worry about."

"There is nothing wrong with him! He's an amazing person! What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Oh, I see. He's got him a boyfriend, and he's using you to protect him. You're a disgrace to your family."

I shook my head, laughing at his stupidity. "You think I don't know? I've been told that since I was born. I don't care about my father and his opinions! It's shitty when a child has no one to support them; even worse when their biggest fear is being wrong near them!" I screamed, tears falling down my face. "Sherlock has nothing wrong with him!"

His father grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and pulled him close to him. "This is not your problem," he hissed. I smirked and looked at Sherlock barely breathing.

"You are. If you want to hurt your son, go on, but I do have connections to the police and am in love with him!"

I closed my mouth and eyes, feeling so stupid. His dad stared at me in shock. "Do what?" He asked in a raspy voice.

"You heard me! I love your son!"

He dropped me beside Sherlock and ran out of the room. I turned my attention back to him and felt his pulse. It was slowing down rapidly. "Sherlock, please stay! I need you!" I plead to him, one hand taking his cold one. "Please..."

Sherlock POV

I looked at the door as John left, wishing he hadn't left. About five minutes later, a knock came to the door. I didn't say for whoever to come in when the door opened. Father stood there with a wild look in his eyes.

I opened my mouth to speak and got caught off guard by a slap to the face. "No talking! When I left, I still had stuff to do! Not one word!" He yelled, slapping me again. "Take your clothes off!"

I did as he said and looked at my shaking hands as I slowly pulled my gym clothes off. Tears stung at my eyes as I watched him get closer. "What's the matter? Scared?" He asked, reeling his arm back to hit me again. I merely nodded at what he said. "Well, don't be."

He patted my head then walked over to the wall, grabbing something he set over there. "This won't hurt too bad. Maybe a sting," he whispered, hitting me on the back with something sharp and oh so painful. I grimaced, biting my tongue to stop from saying anything. He turned to face me and swung at my stomach. A whimper escaped me.

"What was that?"

I hung my head, trying to hide my face as tears fell. "What the hell was that?" Father yelled in my face. I whimpered again as he pulled my head back by my hair. "No noises!"

Another whack against my abdomen and then my back while he held my head back. It became a pattern; then, it got worse when I started screaming. It was painful, and I felt like I was going to faint. I looked down at myself covered almost everywhere with blood.

Another whack and another with more screaming. "Look at me freak!" Father screamed, yanking my hair hard so I could look at him. "You are such a baby. Why couldn't you be more like Mycroft?"

I felt the tears fall heavily. I choked on my breaths still trying to scream. He stepped away from me, causing me to fall back and take deep breaths. I blinked, looking at the ceiling and felt Father pulling my legs. I screamed as loud and hard as I could, trying to kick my legs out of his grasp.

"Stop!"

I bit my bottom lip and looked at him as he slowly stood above me. "You can't tell me to stop. I don't listen to you; you listen to me!" He screamed, whacking me with the whip.

Screams escaped my lips. I needed John there. I started screaming out his name, but it was hard to understand. I felt tears streaming my face as I kept screaming. The whips subsided, and the door swung open to my father getting angry. John was there, arguing with him.

I looked at him as he ran to me. He was saying something, but I couldn't hear anything he said.
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I groaned and looked at the walls in the room. I heard a beeping beside me; I turned to see John laying across the bed. "John," I rasped out.

"Wha? You're awake! I'm sorry about sleeping!"

"It's fine. Why am I here?"

John looked at me and sighed. "You don't remember anything do you? About Wednesday?" He asked shyly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Wait! What's today?"

"Sherlock, it's Friday. You've been in the hospital for two days. I don't want you to worry. I've got school underhand, and I'm so sorry."

I looked at him confused. Everything was so confusing. He kissed me then took care of me then is trying to protect me; he wouldn't talk about the kissing.

"Sherlock?"

"Hmm?"

John shook his head smirking at me. "God! You're a mess. But you're mine to worry over," he muttered, placing his hand on my arm.

"John, what was it you were going to tell me Monday?"

"Shit. I, uhm, I gotta use the restroom. I'll be back quickly."

He ran to the other room and the sink started running. Weird.