Only Yours

28

OY 28

William's P.O.V

'I'm going out.' daddy runs into my room, looks around and goes back out of the door again almost immediately.

'You going on a date?' I ask. He's been going out at least once a week for the last nine months but he refuses to tell me who he's been seeing. All I know it is the same person, a middle aged man about five foot seven tall.

He looks a bit like Papa. Must be Daddy's type.

I saw his silhouette one night when he dropped Daddy back at our flat. Since then they've always met at the corner shop on the next street.

Daddy says he doesn't want me to meet him until he's sure that the relationship is progressing in a positive way.

'Yes. I'll be back by morning. Probably.' He runs out and slams the door, leaving me in an empty flat.

Some children would dislike having a relationship like mine and my fathers. He doesn't make me eat or sleep or do anything I don't want to. He doesn't make me attend the hell hole most call school, if I don't want to. My uncle Mycroft says that he treats me more like a flatmate than a son.

Although I like living at 1907 Knightsbridge street, I don't know if i prefer it to the flat I grew up in.

I miss Jonty, I know we go to the same school but we are in different years, so I barely see him at all. I miss the twins. I even miss the annoying Labrador.

I also miss Papa. He's still my father, even if we aren't blood related.

I slump against the headboard and stare at the ceiling.

Bored.

So bored.

We aren't allows to shoot the walls in this flat.

So I retreat into my mind mansion, searching and solving everywhere I go.

I've solved two cases and a murder when my phone rings. I reach towards it and say in monotone, 'hello.'

'William.' I smile despite myself. Joseph.

'Hello, Joseph.'

'Can I come round?' I frown. Normally I go to Joseph's, because Daddy doesn't know we are still in touch and his dad is never there, but...he sounds upset. And daddy knows I'm here and if he did come back and I was gone, he'd get the police force out on me.

'Yes.' I decide. He lets out a sigh of relief and I wonder what's wrong with him.

'Twenty minutes.' He hangs up and I fling the phone onto my bedside table, going back into my mind mansion,

But I find myself drifting to my Joseph room, as I have a lot recently.

I love Joseph. He's my best friend. But lately, I've been viewing him...differently.

I find myself staring at his body when we change for PE. I want to run my hands through his slick backed brown hair. I want to put my head on his shoulder and sit quietly while listening to him.

I want to kiss him.

I don't believe in love. It is a chemical defect found on the losing side. I convinced myself I would never, ever fall in love.

But now I think I have.

At the age of fourteen.

So much for being strong, William.

The doorbell rings.

It's raining. I can tell because his hair is matted and dripping like his clothes. I open my mouth to ask what is wrong, but he interrupts me, pushing past and slamming the door.