(Major editing) It wouldn't take a consulting detective to see that I love you.

Chapter 14.

AUTHOR NOTE
21 votes? holy shit! thanks you guys!! I hated writing this chapter, sorry. I still need an ending people. Do any of you want to comment ?? plurs! anyways see yas. and sorry this is short. BYEE.

Sherlock's POV
John still looked sad so I bent down a bit giving him a brief kiss before I turned to unpack. He walked up beside me and put his hand in mine. I looked over to him to see that he was looking up at me smiling.

When we had finished unpacking Mycroft came to tell us dinner was ready. I wasn't hungry but if I dared not eat when my step-father was there I would get beaten. So John and I quickly went down stairs and sat before my step-father came. Under the table I felt John's hand slip into mine. I looked over to him and he looked slightly worried. "What is it John?" I asked when he squeezed my hand. "You looked angry about something" he whispered as my step-father walked through the large doorway. I quickly mouthed ' I'll tell you later' before pulling my hand out of his and putting it on the table. If my step-father had saw me holding another boys hand I would get beaten.

My step-father would beat me for many things like when I didn't eat, or if I played violin, or if I went to my mind palace. I didn't like my step-father at all. I sometimes wished my mother had never married him.

"So who's this" he bellowed as he sat at the top of the table. I was about to tell him when John piped up "I'm John Watson, I am your sons friend. We share a room together at -"
"Wait. What did you say?" My step-father interrupted him. "We share a room?" John asked now seeming terrified. "No, before that"
"I, um, said that I was your sons friend" he said becoming quieter with each word.

"You're wrong you know. About two things. One this faggot doesn't have friends ! He's a freak! And he is Not my son!" By now my step-father was standing up leaning over the table until he was right up at his face. He was holding him by the collar, pulling it so he could get closer. I quickly glanced over at John to see that there was tears streaming down his face.

"Stop it, leave him alone!" I shouted at him as I stood up. He looked over to me, he looked disgusted. "Oh ? This here your boyfriend huh? I alway knew you were a fag. Come on, we need to have a talk" he spitted at me while dragging me out to the hall by the back of my hair.

John looked scared and worried. That was the last thing I saw. When we got out to the hall my step-father was shouting abuse at me while repeatedly hitting me. I didn't do anything, there was not point, it would only make it worse. I blacked out after about five minutes.

When I woke I was lying in my bed with John sitting on the floor beside me, he had his head buried into his arms, leaning slightly on the bed. "John" I tried saying, but nothing came out. My throat was stinging. I tried reaching out to tap him on the shoulder but I couldn't move anything. I was aching all over. I tried calling out to him again but it wouldn't work. I was exhausted so I drifted back to sleep.