Told You So

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Sherlock POV

A knock came to the door as my father slapped me one last time, screaming," Why did you tell him that? You want to die! Don't you?"

I just ignored him. I did want to die until John. I wanted to just be a willing victim until John. John gave me a will to want to stay. I didn't want to disappoint him.

He left to go get the door, and I just wrapped myself in a sheet, willing myself not to look as much like crap like I already did. Steps came up the stairs to my room. Grumbling then the door opened. I stared at the door, looking at John.

"Sherlock?"

I smiled. I fucking smiled through the pain of my face because of John.

John looked at me with wide eyes as he walked in my room. "What happened?" He breathed out, looking at all my messed up body. I didn't answer; I just walked over towards him without any grace and kissed him. His hands grabbed my waist as we walked to my bed. I suffered through the pain as he hovered over me, placing kisses on my neck.

"I've missed you."

John pulled back from kissing me and fell on his side with a smile plastered on his face. "I've missed you so damn much. You don't understand how horrible it's been for me," he muttered, placing his arm over my abdomen.

"John, why did you get beat?"

He just hid his face in my shoulder. "Don't wanna talk bout it. Long story," he muttered in my shoulder. I nodded and just looked at the ceiling. "Why you look like you've been through Hell and back?"

"Longer story."

He huffed and sat up. "Should probably get the book then, so I don't hinder you anymore," he said, looking at me. The sheet had ridden up and showed my upper thigh.

"No! Please! Don't. I've wanted to properly say goodbye at least. I don't want to leave things like last time."

"Sherlock! This isn't a goodbye! I want to see you like we used to, but I can't! You did this! If you didn't want it to be like this; you should've thought of something besides leaving!"

He was right. I fucked it up like I always do. I just watched as he grabbed the book and headed out the room. "Wait! I, uhm, I'm sorry! I realise I messed us up, but I didn't mean to," I said, taking a grasp of his arm.

"Sherlock, you didn't mess us up. We both did. It just wasn't the right timing. I wish it was, but it wasn't."

I nodded, feeling all my pain at once. My father's beatings and the heartache from destroying our relationship. John had left, and I just fell apart on the bed with Father peeking in. Time for more beatings.

John POV

I stared at the book, not caring anymore about it. I just wanted to stay with Sherlock. It was true that we both equally dented our relationship. We weren't ready, but we did it anyways. I no longer had Sherlock.

Sherlock. Funny name for today, but it always will be my downfall. No one could do anything about the immense love I felt for that guy.

Sherlock POV

I looked around after the beating, looking for a way to numb the pain. I walked over to the bathroom and grabbed a bottle of painkillers. Anything to stop this pain. Anything.

John POV

Looking at the door, I sighed as to prepare myself for what was going to come to me from leaving. I stepped in and got yelled at," Where the hell've you been? Out with that monstrosity? He your boyfriend?"

"I was getting a book. Why should you care? I'm back."

"Boy, you had better not be talking to me in that tone!"

"Too bad! I am!"

Mistake. Freak. Screw-up!

I lost everything to this man. I had nothing left of me.