sherlock stood in the mirror, looking over his pale chest as the brusies started turning purple. out of all the different universities, sebastian wilkes just had to choose the one sherlock chose. he hadn't told john about him yet. he never sent john pictures of the beaten part of his face, never gave hints about the abuse. theu were just simple shoves and elbows, noting serious unless sebastian really felt like it, but that hasn't been for months.
sherlock looked at himself and saw the pale figure, hating the image. he quickly pulled on his sweat shirt, well john's, then left the bathroom. he went back into his room and got back in bed, snuggling up in the blankets and reaching for his phone.
John: good night, love. talk to you in the morning.
John: <3
sherlock felt his stomach churn as he smiled at the texts. only three more months.
