Sherlock POV

They meet

Mycroft took his brother to his flat and helped him take off his shirt."Oh brother, how many times did he hurt you," He asked as he looked at the bruises that were on Sherlock's torso.

"Uhm... he slapped me when... I told him I was gay. Then he kicked me once and punched me twice." Sherlock studerd in his baritone voice. Sherlock was very skinny and pale. You could see his ribs, which were bruise to no tomorrow. He was long, and had a very thick head of Jet Black Cirls. His eyes were gorgeous, blue, green, orchid yellow, and even grey! His check bones stood out from his face, but one had a long cut over it and was dripping some blood.

"Let's get you cleaned up. Ay!?" Mycroft spoke as he stood up and went to get the medicine kit. He came back to a teary eye Sherlock." What's wrong Sherlock?" He asked as he kneeled down next to him.

"I'm afraid of our parents." He imeted as he imbraced his brother with a hug. He sobbed on his suit, until he finally collected his feelings.

"It's ok, Sherlock I understand. What they did to you was not right, and I will make shere they won't hurt you again, ok?" Mycroft promised as he looke Sherlock in the eyes. "Now, go get ready for school tomorrow." He spoke after he cleaned up Sherlock's wounds. Sherlock nod then went to the room his brother had set aside for him. He got ready then went to bed.

The next morning he went back to school. His schedule was pretty boring the same 4 classes every day for evey week, 90 minutes a peace. He hated his last class being PE, matter of fact he hated PE. He was tariazed for the way he looked, so he always snuck away then came back changed.

The days went by, and his bruise healed, and so did his cuts. His teachers hated him, because he was so smart. He was targeted for his brains and his looks, but at least they didn't know about his sexuality. He put on a stone face when he was out In public, never showing any emotion, but it didn't make what they say hurt any less.

The days slowly pressed on till it was Friday. Sherlock hates Fridays, because that was when everyone was hiped up for a game or just the weekend. Tempers normal grew really Short in the afternoon.

"Freak!" Called a kid behind him. Then he was nailed in the head by a dodgeball. He turned around to see Anderson, the Goalie of the Football team. Sherlock glared at Anderson, then went to the side lines. Sherlock waited till the bell rang to scurry into the locker rooms. He grabbed his stuff then tried to make it to the door.

"Oh SHERLOCK!" Anderson holared as he stepped out infront of him. Sherlock stopped and looked confused, on how the heck Anderson got there so fast. More of the Football team joyed Anderson. Sherlock wailed around and ran out the doors.

He ran down the hallway at full speed, and darted around other people. He was almost out when he turned his head to see if they were following him. If only he hadn't looked around he would have seen a short, yet stoky man step right in his path.

SMACK

Sherlock was on the ground looking up at the kid he ran into."S...S...orry," He slired.

"Whatch were you are going." He chuckled as he extended a hand to help him up. Then Sherlock figerd our who he was. He was the new Defender on the Football team. Sherlock started to lose control of his breath as he heard Anderson and more football players come up behind.God there everywhere! He thought in sher panic. He was to bisy trying to keep control of his breathing to here want the boy he ran into was saying.

He looked up at him scared out of his mind as Anderson came to a halt behind him. "Thanks for chatching him." Anderson huffed out of breth. The kid looked down at Sherlock. Sherlock was now shaking and looking for breath and an exape rote.

"Why on earth would I catch him for you?" The kid asked. His breath was exaping him as Anderson went to grab him. he remembered the day he was kicked out of his home makeing him feel worsing anxiety. "Hay leave him alone. He's already having inof problems without you!" The boy snapped. Anderson backed off as the kid bent down and placed a hand on Sherlock's shoulder." Are you ok mate? It looks like your going to pass out. Try breathing." He laughed. Sherlock's nerves were slowly brought back to him as Anderson left and the kid was helping him calm. "What's your name?" He asked.

"SH...sh... Sherlock." Sherlock studerd. "Mines John, John Watson." Sherlock looked at him oddly, why would a football player help me. They always just kick the crap out of me, he thought.

Sherlock finally was managed to speck again," thank you, s...sorry for ruining into you."

John looked down at him with a smile,"no problem. Just make shere to stay out of peoples ways." And with that Sherlock scurryed off.

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Next chapter yay. Sorry for the mistakes like always. 

-Speedy