Author's note: A little information before I begin this. I wasn't going to continue writing this story after its initial completion. However, I have been getting much positive feedback. This is a very different story from the ones I have been publishing, so I appreciate it greatly. I really enjoyed writing about Sherlock, Violet and especially the children. I thought I would write more about their history together and his time with his children. There will also be flashbacks related to the time they shared at Uni before her accident. Also, as you may notice there is a M rating on this. There are depictions of sex, bad language, and references to drug use. You have been warned. Thanks again for the support. - K
"Are you in rehab or not Sherlock? You promised me that you would for us!" yelled Violet into the phone. Her fingers nervously intertwining on the phone cord. This was not the time to tell him now. About the pregnancy test that showed the double lines. She had been avoiding taking the test, even with the morning sickness and constant tiring. It had to have been stress, she had silently convinced herself. The truth stared back at her, and it hurt.
"Yes, I've been in and out of the drug rehab. It isn't helping. I am bored to death in there Violet. They are all so dull and stupid," he replied sarcastically.
"You know people do want you to get better. I'm so worried about you. What will it take for you to just give it up!" she slumped with her head in her hand. She was holding the phone close to her ear as she was ready to cry again in frustration. Her roommate Angie, trying to do homework on the other side of the room was overhearing the conversation, grimacing.
"All I want right now is drugs. Will you take me to get some?" replied the emotionless, desperate Sherlock that she hated. He was trying to emotionally play her as he always did. Sherlock always got his way.
"No! Are you crazy? Have you lost your mind? You got a lot of nerve to be asking me after all I have done for you to stay off drugs," she angrily replied.
"I know you too well, dear Violet. Just thought I'd try," he sighed in sarcastic disappointment.
"Oh my god Sherlock, that's not ok."
"I know. I'm not ok. I haven't been since Daddy died."
"I think you need to get out of this area. Why don't we go to Sussex? Somewhere quiet you know. You and me like old times," she sniffled, trying to not let her crying get in the way. She needed to be strong. This would be the place she would tell him.
"I love you, but I'm an extreme burden. I can't do that to you," he yawned. There was a sad awkward silence. He had just crushed her plans of telling him.
"Wait...so what exactly do you do? Which drug is it now?"
"Cocaine, as it always has helped me to think."
"What the hell is this about drugs helping you to think? That's one of the worst ones! No! Oh, my god. You love that stupid drug more than me, don't you? He ignored answering that.
"I feel sick, chills, all that. But it's nothing I'm not used to."
"You know… I prayed for you at bible study last night. You know I love you right?"
"Praying to a dull deity to try and get me off drugs? You're quite a riot Violet."
"Why can't you stop? Why can't you care for me anymore?" her voice became ever more timid and small. She wasn't going to win.
"I just can't. I just...can't."
"Is Mycroft going to let you back in the house?"
"Yes. He made that very clear. If he sees me doing drugs in the house at all, he is going to kick me out. Now this was all a lovely chat Violet, but I have some friends coming over shortly…" she loudly hung up the phone and put a pillow over her face. She knew what friends they were. Some silence passed before Angie spoke.
"Hey… I know it's none of my business but you want to go out for a drive with me? It'll get you out of the flat and not having to think of your arse of a boyfriend. He doesn't deserve you Violet."
"You know… I need to go out. I'll come with you and Ricky," as she found the box of tissues.