All My Loving (teen!lock Johnlock/Mystrade)

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter 16

Charlie's POV

"Janine?!" I shouted in disbelief as the sound of her high heels clicked along the ground to Jim's side. He wrapped his arm around her, and kissed her cheek. I scowled and fought the urge to vomit. Although I had suddenly begun to despise Jim -for obvious reasons- I still hated seeing him kiss someone else, more so because it was my ex girlfriend. 

"Hey, Charlie. How're you?"

"I'm bound to a chair after being kidnapped by my boyfriend. How do you think I feel?" I flicked my curls out of my face so she could clearly see my distasteful scowl. 

"Boyfriend?!" Janine sputtered. "As if. Who'd want to date you?"

I cleared my throat. "You dated me, didn't you?"

"Yeah, and you dumped me for another guy."

"And Jim's gay too, can you see the pattern?"

Janine sighed and stomped her foot like a child, making me roll my eyes. Jim chuckled, and led Janine back out the door. I looked around. It was like I was in some sort of doctor office. There was a chart of the human anatomy, and an operating table type thing, which I had been laying on earlier. It was sterile and white, and I was confused. How could they get access to such a place? Surely someone would notice? 

Dimitri was still sitting there, watching me intently. I raised my eyebrows at him. "You wanna let me go?"

"You want me to hit you?"

My eyes widened in mock fear. "Well then."

Dimitri sighed and ran a hand through his hair, looking worn out. "Look, I'm sorry I have to do this."

"It's fine." It wasn't. It was not fine. He was helping hold me hostage. "You should tell me what's going on."

Dimitiri sighed and looked around. "I'll tell you what I can, and I must warn you, I don't know much." Dimitri began to explain the background between Sherlock, John, and Jim. I sat there, completely flabbergasted, as I heard about the cruel things Jim did to them, and how he was the one who shot John. 

Dimitri cut himself short when Jim strolled back into the room, saying Janine had left.  "YOU BASTARD!" I screamed at him. "HOW COULD YOU, YOU DISGUSTING BASTARD!" He lifted his hand, and in a flash, Dimitri had chinned me. 

Jim misunderstood everything. "You will see why I have kidnapped you. You're my bait."

I spat at Jim, and his hand flicked up again. Another uppercut to my jaw. I spat again, except this time I spat out my blood on the white floor. Jim sighed and shook his head at me. "Charlie, baby. Don't be this way. Let's not leave things on such a bitter note."

I laughed darkly. "Don't call me baby, and don't play so casual. You've kidnapped me. I'm getting beaten, all because of some little game you're playing."

Jim pulled a riding crop out of his coat, I had no clue how he hid it, but now he held it up in front of his face, inspecting it. "I believe this belongs to our darling Sherlock," he said thoughtfully. "I wonder if it's as good as he boasts."

"What are you-" I didn't get a chance to finish my sentence, because Jim had swung the riding crop at me, hitting me hard in the face. There was an excruiciating pain in my jaw. My vision began to fade, and I felt myself lurching.  Then everything went black. 

I woke up, feeling a wet towel on my forehead. As my vision cleared, I saw Dimitri standing over me with a concerned look on his face. "Oh, don't act like you care," I mumbled, still feeling the pain in my jaw, though the pain had subsided slightly. 

"I do. Believe me I do. I just can't get you out of here until I've been given orders  saying otherwise."

I rolled my eyes. "Get away from me. I don't need any of you."

"You might just regret that in the future." He took away the wet towel and disposed of it, before pulling up a chair. 

"You look tired," I commented. "What time is it?"

Dimitri looked at a watch on his wrist. "Two in the morning."

I sighed and slumped back. "I can't believe this," I muttered. I had lost feeling in my arms and legs, and my bum was unbelievably sore, not to mention my jaw. "How do I look?"

"You have a huge bruise on your face," Dimitri commented. 

"Obviously," I muttered. "Do I look like I'm seriously injured?"

"Would you be concious if you were?"

"Why don't you go home? It's not as if I can really go anywhere."

"I can't," Dimitiri sighed. 

"Why?"

"Because I haven't got a home," Dimitri said as though it was obvious. "If I had a home, I wouldn't be here. I can't stand hurting people."

I rolled my eyes. How ironic. Giving in for money. No one actually cared. "Let me go," I told Dimitri. 

"No. I can't." I groaned loudly, but stopped because my jaw was still hurting. The light had lost its harsh glare, which I was thankful for, because I was getting a migraine. "Are you okay?" Dimitri asked me gently. I shook my head. 

"My boyfriend has kidnapped me and used me completely to get another guys attention. I can't feel my arms or legs, my jaw hurts, and so of course so does talking, and I have a headache that is killing me, and I am bloody terrified. Why, Dimitri, would I be okay? How could I be okay?"

Dimitri shook his head lamely and shrugged, looking sheepish. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but of course I couldn't. I kept my eyes shut to avoid conversation, but Dimitri spoke again. "I'm really sorry, Charlie. I can see you don't deserve this."

I shook my head. "Stop talking to me," I whispered hoarsely. 

Dimitri cleared his throat and sniffed. I knew he was just doing as he told, but still, I had a right to be angry. I could only hope that Jim didn't keep this up for too long, or that the police would find me before something drastic happened. 

It was freezing cold in the room, and I realised I was still only in my shirt and dress pants. Dimitri tried to give me his jersey, but I managed to shrug it off. I would rather freeze to death than allow my captor to keep me warm. I'd either die because of cold, Jim, or my own sadness. 

(A/N- Wow. That was so depressing. Sorry guys. Anyway, this Dimitri chap, how do we feel about him? Please comment/vote/share/follow if you enjoyed this chapter. Love you all, my lovelies!

-CH xx)