For Only You (Teenlock!/Johnlock)

Chapter 8: Undeniable Truth

Sherlock P.O.V

I cried into John's shoulder, just wanting to feel safe in his arms. I shuddered just thinking about what... he had made me do. The pain coming from my behind was agony, it hadn't stopped bleeding since he...

My tears flowed viciously as my mind was struck with the memories of earlier that night.

*flashback to earlier events*

BORED! Figuring out this Moriarty character was proving to be rather tedious. Clearly he was an eighteen year old with the unfortunate, yet probably quite favourable at times, case of looking roughly fifteen instead of his true age. He was gay, obviously. Judging from his temper in the woods he was also insane. Intriguing. This was all I could think of since John had left for Biology, and I easily lost track of time.

My phone buzzed from on my dresser, I picked it up to see why. The scratched screen read: One new message, John Watson. I entered my password and opened the message from John.

I'm going to the library for lunch, I hope you're okay. I'll see you soon, Sher. -JW xx

Brilliant! John always knew when I needed to think. And think I did. Lying on my bed, phone pressed between the palms of my hands, I thought about how John had completed me. Love, sentiment, I used to believe were defects found on the losing side, but no, with John I could never lose.

Pulling me out of my thoughts, my phone vibrated again.

One new message, Unknown.

You and I would benefit well on the same side you know, it's a shame you're on the side of the angels. Meet me in 346C. I expect you be here in no longer than two minutes. If you fail to do this, do not doubt me, I will make sure Johnny boy suffers for your mistake.
I guess I'm just so changeable.

Jimmy xo

I smiled grimly to myself as I read the message, this 'Jimmy' character was becoming easier to figure out. Lying on my bed for a little longer, I slowly grew angry. . Who did he think he was threatening John?

With fresh anger coursing through my veins, I stormed out of 221B, my footsteps loud in the empty corridor. As I reached the end of the corridor, I threw open the large double doors, the breeze of the outdoors clearing my mind somewhat.

It only took a minute to reach building C, and 346 just so happened to be round the corner of the first corridor.

Without warning, I slammed open the door, watching Moriarty with my arms crossed over my chest as he squirmed. Disgusting beast.

He slithered off his bed, like the snake he was, strolling much too close to me as he went past to close the door. I felt nauseous, the man sickened me. Cringing, I suppressed the shudder threatening to expose me. Walking back around me, he looked me up and down, a sick smile laced across his face. He hummed as one would when observing a partner, his eyes lustful, making me swallow thickly in repulse.

"What do you want?" I was impatient, his threat to John angering me. Suddenly his hands were on the collar of my clothes, driving me backwards, he slammed my body to the wall.

"Don't talk to me like that, Sherly dear. I can have whatever I want from you and there is nothing you can do to stop me. Get it?" he growled, his hot breathe on my face making me ill.

Despite feeling rather pernicious, I kept my exterior strong and my usual sociopathic front. My words testing both he and I in different ways as I boldly spoke, "How so? I could walk out of here right now without giving anything you want from me." I smirked at my own sharp tongue, maybe I could do just that.