So this is my first Sherlock fanfic and I'm super excited! So I don't know how this will turn out so I will need your feedback. So without further a do here's my story. Molly's POV
Disclaimer: I don't own anything BBC Sherlock (if I did the third season would already be out)
I finally leave the morgue at 10pm, having the night shift can be quite a hassle. Dreading to return home to my lonely flat but as I stumble through the door I gasp when I see Jeremy lounging on my sofa.
"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I got off work early and I thought I would stop by." Jeremy explains casually, rising from his position on the sofa.
"Its fine I just, um, didn't know you had a key to my flat." I say slightly suspicious. He walks up to me and kisses me roughly and barely pulls away with a smug smile.
"I know where you hide the spare key, its no treasure hunt" he whispers, leaning down to kiss again but I sigh and pull away from is embrace.
"I smell like death, I'm going to go to rinse off." I say smirking as I walk to my bathroom. I stand under the hot sprays of the shower and let my sore muscles uncoil and let my mind wonder. It has been a few weeks that me and Jeremy have been together and it's been sort of unusual. One second he will be a funny and affectionate boyfriend. Then he's suddenly this weird and rude guy that I don't even recognize.
I shut the shower off and change into my comfy romper and some pj bottoms. As I walk out of the bathroom I hear a crash in the kitchen, so I rush into the kitchen to find wine glasses shattered on the floor with Jeremy hunched over the chards of glass. He gingerly picks up the larger pieces and dumps them in the trash. He startles me when he turns around with anger in his dark brown eyes, almost taunting me.
"Where is the wine I brought over last week? I can't find it anywhere." He questions with frustration, not even apologizing for knocking down my wine glasses. Instead he continues to rummage through my cabinets knocking out more contents.
"I well, I tossed the wine, because I didn't know who's it was and-" I said but was cut off by Jeremy's venomous words.
"You what!? That was my favorite wine and very expensive! First you don't appreciate that I came to visit you and now you throw away my things!" he yells, the words were cutting into me like the shards of glass under my feet. Without warning Jeremy starts choking my neck making me gasp for air.
"I want you to look at me when I talk to you! Have you ever heard of politeness?" he bellows as his hands grip harder, feeling my feet leave the ground.
"I-I'm sorry" I cry out, " Please-let me-go!" Jeremy finally releases his grip but only to grab my elbows and pull me so we are face to face.
"If you tell anyone that I abused you, well let's just say you'll be the next dead body in your morgue." He says shoving me away.
"See you this weekend!" Jeremy shouts with the door slamming shut behind him. I lean my back against the wall and fall to the floor sobbing into my hands wondering how I always get in these situations.
It has been a month since it all started with Jeremy and I really don't know why he keeps coming back, I think I'm just his punching bag now. You wouldn't even call this a relationship anymore. The abusive behavior only increases. Some days its a burning slap to the face and other days Jeremy punches me in the stomach leaving me hunched over and unable to breath. I've tried to take the key away from under the mat, but he just kicks down the door till it opens and pounds me in the side for not opening the door.
He went to far last night, it all started because I didn't want to go to one of his "parties" this weekend so he started strangling me then slapped me so hard I fell against the countertop, slipping into unconsciousness. I woke up with a head splitting headache and a large cut along the side of my face. I don't know how long I can stand this non stop beating.
The morgue is the only safe place from him, how ironic is that? I have all afternoon shifts this week and today Sherlock happened to be working on a case as I walked in. He doesn't look up from his telescope as I set his coffee next to him. After filling out some paperwork he finally glances up from his coffee mug and gives me a deciphering look.
"Seems you've hit your head on a counter, it could be from clumsiness but that doesn't explain why you're so fatigued from lack of sleep considering the bags under your eyes and not to mention the multiple bruises on your neck which you have carelessly covered by make up." Sherlock deduced, giving her half his attention as he jots some notes down.
"I well, um, had a bit of a accident in my kitchen yesterday." I say looking down at the page in front of me, trying to conceal the blush I felt rising in my cheeks. If only knew... Sherlock seemed to dismiss it quickly and going back to doing who-knows-what. I couldn't help but feel disappointed that he gave into my explanation considering I'm a horrible liar. I really don't matter to him, not really, only to bring him coffee. And deducing me just because I didn't bring him his coffee as fast as usual.
As I leave I, I picked up the mysterious mug of coffee on my desk that had a sticky note stuck to the side of the cup.
If you apply Neosporin, the cut on your face will heal quicker and not scar
-SH
Thanks for reading! There is definitely MORE to come this is just the tip of the iceberg :) Anyways please review below, thanks!
*kinsler2013