John had practically sprinted home, to make sure he could barricade himself in his room and away from Harry just in case she was in one of her moods. He suspected she would be. It normally happened on a Monday, she would have been out the whole weekend and not contacted home at all. She would of gotten back in the morning at some point; head spinning, falling all over the place. When she would be met with their Dad's rage. Words would be sent soaring and then crashing at each other, cascading down on them both. It took all of John's effort to dodge the bullets being sent across the house until he met the sanctuary of his room.
But this time it was different.. There were no words being flung around, no screeching and seething anger, just the continuous hum of the house. He searched the ground floor first. Kitchen, nothing. Hallway, nothing. Dining room, nothing. Living room, nothing. John started to ascend the staircase, listening to every single creak that materialised. He counted the steps every single time; 17. And when he reached the landing he turned immediately towards Harry's room. It was left of his, her door was covered in stickers, paint, photos and an array of posters.
He tugged on the handle and pushed the door open. Empty. Only the marks where Blue-tac had once been.
Their Dad always said it was the last straw, but neither John or Harry had taken it seriously. Neither thought they would actually make her move out.
The opening of the front door was swiftly followed by the shutting of it, which was then followed by the far too obvious hushed tones. John hurtled out of the room and down the stairs. His parents were a shadow of him, both sandy hair but taller. His mother, pale and proper. Father, portly and proud.
"Where is Harry?" Both of his parents kept their eyes off John, neither wanting to come forward with an explanation.
"I am not having someone like that in my house." His father seemed to be the only one with an answer despite its vagueness.
"What do you mean someone like that?"
"Someone would rather spends her time feeling up other people of the same gender than how god meant it to be. Men and women, that is the way it is meant to be."
God they had found out. John had known for a few years now, it didn't bother him at all. They had both been given a strict Catholic upbringing and taught from an early age how everything should be because a book told them so. Neither John nor Harry followed the strict rules, the idea of God and the moral principles it taught them they kept, as some of the more old fashioned rules they saw as out of date. As both of them had this understanding, John was the first person Harry told about being gay.
"But she is your daughter you cannot abandon her because of that!"
"How dare you! I have taught you both to honour the word of God and not indulge yourself in such things. The drinking I could handle, but her poisoning the sacred values of the bond between a man and a woman. I will not stand for that." John's mother remained quiet, eyes locked on a section of the carpet with a dark stain from a bottle of red wine Harry had spilt.
"How did you find out?"
"She admitted to her sins when I found her with a girl in her room this morning. I sent her packing straight away."
"You can't-You can't just do this! Mum say something." John had changed his tone from pure rage to now pleading for some sign of support.
"This has nothing to do with your mother; it wasn't her fault that Harry turned out like this."
"You could still try and support her!"
"I've had enough of this conversation; get up into your room. I need to talk to your Mum."
As soon as John reached his room and shut his door behind him he threw himself on his bed, and let out every inch of pure rage he had hidden from his Father. Harry was the only one that understood John, and in return he understood her.
It was a bond that he never wanted torn or broken.
As he wept he clung onto his pillow until it was drenched with tears. And then finally he slept and dreamt of a pale ocean and cutting edges that drove straight into him.
John woke and his day began. Well his alarm clock woke him up eventually after he had turned it on snooze- twice.
"Fuck." The light from the crack in the curtain hit him right in the eye, a good incentive to wake up. He reached out to his bed side table and grabbed his phone, 7:45. "Fuck!"
Pulling himself up till he sat on the edge on the bed, still clad in his school uniform "Fuck!" He stood up, a bit wobbly at first and made his way slowly towards his cupboard where he pulled out a freshly washed shirt. Chucking of his old shirt then throwing on the new one, he next pulled down his trousers and then boxers and grabbed some new boxers from the draws and pulled them up, followed by his trousers and grabbed his phone again 7:55 "Shitty Fuck."
He chucked it in his pocket and then picked up his school bag and ran down the stairs and out the front door.
He didn't really have to rush that much, he just enjoyed a slow walk to school not surrounded by any distractions nor would he be caught up by his friends. This was his alone time. What he hadn't anticipated was a tapping on his shoulder and then to turn around and to be met with Sherlock.
"Urm hi."
"Sorry I just wanted to say sorry about yesterday, I was a bit cold towards you." Sherlock shoved a hand into his curls, pulling them back and forth.
"It's fine, you obviously wanted to be left alone."
"Thanks for being so-understanding." There seemed to be a hint of shock in his voice.
"Why wouldn't I understand?"
"Not many people do, you're quite unique."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"You better as I tend not to give them out."
They started walking in a comfortable silence, happy with each other's presence.
"So how you finding it so far, school and all that?"
"Now don't be boring John, you were doing so well before."
"Oh sorry, I just didn't know what else to say." John bit his lip and looked down on the floor; it had been going well until he messed it up.
"Don't worry you haven't messed anything up, just trying to help spark a good conversation."
"How-actually I don't want to know, it will take forever for me to work out, and luckily enough you won't any time either as we are already at school. I'll see you at tutor just got to catch up with some people."
He waited for a response from Sherlock but all he got was a quick nod and then he was lost in the sea of school children.
"Freak stalk you to school?"
"Oh urm, hi Sally... yeah something like that." Sally Donovan, rumour had it that she had certain 'special classes' with Mr Anderson until Tommy had walked in on them. Well that's he had told the whole year. She seemed to flaunt the rumour around, carry it as a badge of honour, something she was proud of accomplishing.
"So you going to Ed's?"
"Yeah should be fun, what about you?"
"Of course." She winked then bit her lip a bit too suggestively. "Wouldn't be a party without me." John went to open his mouth but the clang of the school bell saved him, just in time.
"Well I'll see you when I see you."
"Sure hun." Again she tugged at her bottom lip.
John walked up to the main building, keeping his eyes fixed on the changing terrain below him. His mind started drifting as he entered the building and walked through the hallways. He kept going back to his dream from last night: the expanses of pale sheets and then the cutting, almost painful edges that lined it. Then he remembered something new. Eyes. A swarm of blues and greens, churning together, constantly changing their patterns. John shivered and was brought back to his surroundings, he wasn't anywhere near his tutor room, he was in the old back buildings of the school. He had only come here once, just to get away from everyone and everything.
He turned around trying to fight the idea of skipping class but a whiff of some sort of smoke filled his nostrils. John turned again trying to find the source but it was already starring right at him.
"What are you doing here?" Sherlock had his hand up to his mouth and was mid intake of breath "And is that weed?"
"It's nothing major."
"It's a bloody drug."
"Don't tell me your friends haven't done it before."
"It's school, that's different." Sherlock shrugged and took another drag.
"It doesn't affect me like normal people."
"What do you mean normal people?" John turned around and then turned back, walking right up to Sherlock. The stench was almost unbearable now, and he had to try his best not to heave.
"People who don't have the same ability as I do to think. People just don't think, and no one most likely ever will except me and maybe my hideous brother. So don't try and understand why I do this because you are normal and ordinary and you never ever will."
"I've tried to be your friend, and if you haven't noticed every other single person in this school already think you are a freak. It's only been two fucking days and you've already pissed of pretty much everyone already. So I hope you enjoy being alone. You utter twat." He turned, paused, took a deep breath and walked back into the direction of the main building.
"It's not like I need idiots like you anyway." Sherlock half-heartedly called after John.
John had eventually calmed down when he got to tutor. Mr Trevor was late and the whole class was waiting outside. He was actually pleased when Tommy came up to him. "Where the fuck have you been?"
"The freak stalked me so I told him to fuck of." Maybe he hadn't calmed down.
"I swear he's a poof or something,"
"Wouldn't be surprised, he follows me everywhere, even followed me to school this morning."
"Bet he wanked over you last night." He started imitating the motions and releasing cries of "Oh John" and "I'm gonna come."
"Ok too far but again I wouldn't be surprised if he did. The bloody freak."
"Look here's the poof now and he's with sir."
"Probably got off behind the bike shed."
"God, so so wrong." Tommy was now sniggering uncontrollably.
He felt the presence of a certain tanned and tall teacher right behind him. "Would you two like to stop gossiping like a pair of girls and kindly get into class?"
"Of course sir." John answered and quickly turned to go into class followed shortly by Tommy then Mr Trevor. He walked up next to Tommy to sit down when he remembered who he now had to sit next to "Shit."
Sherlock was sitting next to an empty chair right at the back just like the day before. He turned back around to where Tommy was. "I have to fucking sit next to him."
"Just tell sir that you don't want to sit next to him because you are afraid he's gonna grab your cock and shove it up his arse."
"Don't think it's gonna go down that well if I say that."
"Alright I'll ask." Before John had a chance to stop him it was too late. "Sir!"
"Yes Thomas?"
"John shouldn't sit next to the freak for his own safety."
"What on earth are you talking about?"
"Well sir, Sherlock or 'the freak' as he should forever be called from now on. He has this gay obsession with John, he stalks him and I'm afraid that if you should make John sit next to him that the freak might try and fuck him."
"Get the hell out of my classroom!"
"It would be my pleasure Sir."
"And you John!"
John turned to look at sir. "But sir…"
"GET OUT."
Both John and Tommy walked through the maze of tables and out of the class room. As soon as they closed the door they burst into fits of laughter.
"Did you see sir's face? Fucking hilarious!" Tommy could barely get most of the sentence out whilst bending over in a giggling fit.
"God you are in so much shit." John had only just about reclaimed his composure.
"Well at least we found one thing out."
"What?"
"Mr Trevor defiantly has a thing for the freak."
"God yes he must do, that's why he was so bloody protective about him."
"Just a shame the freak has a creepy thing for you."
The classroom door opened and Mr Trevor walked out. "What on earth was going on in there boys?"
John started talking before Tommy had a chance to get himself in even worse trouble than he was currently in. "Sorry Sir, Tommy got a bit over the top when I told him I was worried about Sherlock and his behaviour towards me. It was a bit weird sir I'm sorry and Tommy took it a little bit too far."
"What do you have to say for yourself Thomas?"
Tommy turned to look at John then back to Mr Trevor. "I just didn't want John to feel scared about sitting next to Sherlock, I was just trying to protect him." Tommy had now turned on his puppy eyes and was practically drooling in innocence. "Sherlock's only been here two days and he's already caused John to be scared about his behaviour towards him. Who knows how far it could go if I never said anything, even if it was in such an appalling way."
"I'm really disappointed in you John, you shouldn't be spreading rumours and gossip about other people, you should have come straight to me instead. Thomas, you should not to use that sort of language in front of a teacher, if you were concerned you should have also come straight to me. I won't get the headmaster involved but you both have a detention with me after school. Thirty minutes."
"Yes sir." They replied in unison.
"Now get back into class, and John, there's a spare seat at the front so sit there until I decide where I can put you."
John returned back to the tutor room after school, Tommy had decided to skip the detention saying:
'Oh don't fucking go, it's a waste of time and anyway Sally said she would come round mine tonight."
But yet John was here walking towards the tutor room. The corridor was totally empty, the whole school almost was. As soon as that bell went at the end of school a rampage of school children and teachers alike fled. So the only people left in the school were those teachers whose personal lives were so horrendous that they rather spend their nights going through course work, hunched over a desk, or teachers and students who had detentions to attend.
John had expected to find Mr Trevor sitting at his desk with a pile of school work at his side. What he hadn't expected to find was Mr Trevor pushing Sherlock up against the wall. John couldn't get away fast enough; he hid himself around the corner and tried to listen to what was happening in the classroom only meters away.
"You're not helping yourself, you know I have tried to make things easier for you, I made it so you could sit next to that boy. He was the only one you had a chance of being normal with."
"I'm sorry, I can't just be normal like everyone else. It's impossible."
"Yet your brother manages it."
"Don't you dare compare me with my brother; you know what it does to me."
"And you know you being angry does to me, you tease." Then silence. John turned the corner to see what was happening and was met with Mr Trevor crushing his lips against Sherlock's. He had pinned his arms against the wall and was now rubbing his crotch against the boy's. "God you make me so hard."
Mr Trevor had broken the kiss and was now forehead to forehead with Sherlock trying to find a breath, so everything came out as a gasp. "I can barely control myself when I see you in class; I just want to push you on my desk and fuck you right in front of everyone, and today when that 'Tommy' started making accusations about you wanting to fuck that stupid ordinary boy god I just wanted to tell everyone you are mine, I want to brand you, let everyone know you're my property, no one else touches you." Once again Mr Trevor dove in to kiss Sherlock but this time it was a simple peck on the lips. "It's a shame I have a detention with that stupid boy and his 'friend' so I'm just gonna have to wait till tonight. Mine at half eight."
Mr Trevor finally let Sherlock go and as he turned to leave Mr Trevor smacked him on the arse, but he didn't react and carried on walking out the classroom and straight into John.
"Urm, I-I-I-…John I… What-What did you see?" Sherlock for the first time in his life stuttered.
"Sherlock I saw nothing."
"Good. Bye then." Sherlock nodded and walked past John,.
"Bye then." John turned back round to face Sherlock's back.
"Sherlock!" The mop of unruly black turned back round. "I promise I won't tell." Sherlock nodded, turned back around and continued walking away.
