Life with Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 1: Bruises

"Why do you let her hit you so much?" Sherlock questioned as he shrugged off his coat and unraveled his scarf. We had just gotten home from a family dinner and Sherlock was finally introduced to them all.

"Who?" I asked as I took off my coat as well, except with much less grace. I looked up to meet Sherlock's eyes and-- oh for god's sake he's doing that look again. "Stop giving me that look and just explain." I growled while throwing my shoe at him. He easily eluded it, but still turned to glare at me.

"What look?" He said exasperated and walked over to hand me my shoe, already grown accustomed to my aggressiveness.

"The 'you-know-what-I'm-talking-about-look' because no, I don't." I sassed and put my shoes away properly.

"Your cousin." Sherlock answered, a bit too harshly from my snide remark. I scoffed.

"Thanks for elaborating asshat. There were at least 10 of my cousins there." I snorted and threw my socks into the hamper; my feet touching the cold hardwood floor. I sighed happily not feeling too stuffy, I made my way into my room. Sherlock, apparently not gonna let the subject down, followed me.

"The brunette--" I scoffed again. My whole family was brunette. "--with the blonde highlights." Now that narrows it down to only one person.

"Marcela?" I questioned and stripped out of my button up revealing my black tank top

"Yes, Marcela. You called her Cela though meaning you've known her for quite some time." Sherlock was also undressing as we both were getting ready for bed. He removed his dress shirt as well, but he had nothing under it. He wasn't lanky as I previously thought, but actually quite muscular. I stared at his pale chest for a while, before shrugging and taking my jeans off.

"Mhmm, I've known her since I was little. Why are we talking about this again?" I questioned and pulled on some sweatpants.

"Because she hits you and you let her." Sherlock stated and stripped off his trousers, too, leaving him only in his pants. I sighed when he mentioned it, but just shrugged it off and went to my personal bathroom in my room.

"It doesn't hurt." I lied and washed my face and tied my hair up with a scrunchie that always resides on my wrist. It definitely hurts.

"You should know by now you can't lie to me Adelynn." He growled and got his bathrobe that hung on the bathroom door. "You had a slight grimace when she hits you and was rubbing where she hit you when you thought no one was looking." I sighed.

"Yeah, well I guess it's always been that way?" I growled and exited the bathroom, turning off the light.

"Adelynn." Sherlock grabbed my arm and I let out a pained yelp. Sherlock quickly let go, but pulled me close to him. "You have bloody bruises and you expect me to brush it off?" Tears prickled my eyes and I looked down.

"I...I..." I don't know what to say.

"Adelynn." Sherlock said and wiped away a tear that trailed down my cheek. "Adelynn look at me please." I shook my head. I don't trust my voice at this point. Sherlock put his hand under my chin and made me look up. My brown eyes met his multi-coloured and I leaned my head into his chest.

"I don't know what to say when she hits me. I don't know whether to yell at her or to ask politely. I don't know whether or not she knows she's hurting me I just...don't know." My voice was quiet, hardly above a whisper.

"Well there's only one way to find out isn't there?" Sherlock whispered into my hair, just loud enough for me to hear.

"...Can we just go to bed now?" I mumbled, my eyes feeling droopy. Sherlock was silent for a second, before picking me up and setting me down in the bed and almost left the room but I stopped him.

"...Wait." I grabbed his arm and held on, our eyes meeting once again. ".....Can you...Can you stay with me?" I asked, eyes hopeful. Sherlock stared back for a second, before climbing under the covers with me.

"Thank you." I whispered after a moment of silence. Sherlock just nodded and pulled me closer to him.

"Goodnight Adelynn." He uttered quietly before I nodded off.

Ah~ I feel as if I made Sherlock a bit OOC but I was feeling depressed when I wrote this so I needed some comforting.