Told You So

14

John POV

I woke up to screaming. Sherlock wasn't in the bed with me, causing me to jump up and look around. A familiar looking man stood above him, holding him by his hair. He turned his head and looked at me.

"Dad? What the hell are you doing here?"

"I could ask the same since you're sleeping with a boy!"

He threw Sherlock down as he made his way towards me. I stood my ground, realising how stupid I had been. I'm still failing my classes, and I'm at this school on a scholarship.

"You're a pathetic excuse to call a son. Pathetic!"

I blinked as he slapped me across the face. Sherlock whimpered as I continued standing there. I didn't care about him hurting me so long as it stayed being me.

"Why do I have to have the disgraces of children?"

"Maybe because you don't understand that we are human. It wouldn't kill you to think of someone other than yourself for once! I'm not sorry for you to have seen me laying in the same bed as my boyfriend, but it is no fucking different than you and Mom sleeping in the same bed!"

Another slap.

"Do not raise your voice at me! You understand?"

"Why don't you go shove your foot up your ass?"

Another slap along with a punch to the gut.

I didn't flinch. I was used to taking the blows for my mother, sister, and myself. They didn't deserve it, yet I did.

"Stop it! You're hurting him!"

I looked at Sherlock, wishing he would stay out of it, but he didn't. My father stopped beating on me and looked at him. "You would take his beatings?" He asked him. Sherlock nodded. "Lookee here. Someone that will stand up for you!"

"I swear if you lay a finger on him, I will kill you."

He smirked at me before kicking Sherlock in the abdomen. He screamed in pain, and I leapt towards him. I blocked the kicks with my body.

"Stop!"

I looked at Sherlock and felt horrible. Tears streamed steadily down his face. He was in so much pain. I turned my face and looked at my father. "Leave! You hurt him! I-I don't want him to be hurt...not again. Just, please leave," I said, looking dejectedly at the floor.

"John, don't..."

"Ugh! This is sick! Why don't you two just kill yourselves and save everyone the trouble of you two?"

I felt Sherlock shiver behind me; sobs were shuttering throughout his body. I glared at him.

"Why don't you?"

I watched as he left the room and looked over Sherlock. He was a mess, shivering with bruises appearing on his pale skin. I cupped the side of his face and brought mine down towards him. "I love you. Please, don't do anything that stupid again. He doesn't know the difference between right and wrong. I can't live without you," I whispered, sneaking little kisses in there.

"John...how do you deal with him?"

I chuckled at that. "There's no dealing with a bastard like him. You can try, but it's futile," I replied, shaking my head at the previous punishments. "Still, I have it better than you!"