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CHAPTER 4 - TEARS

A couple of days after the incident with Anderson, John decided to ask Sherlock why he got so upset about his mother being called a freak.

"Urm… Sherlock… You know the other day? Well I was just wondering why you were upset about Anderson saying that stuff about your mum… I mean you don't have to tell me if you don't want to… It 's okay if you don't but yeah, just so you know… I'm always here for you."

Sherlock looked at the blonde boy in the eye and sighed.

"Okay, I will tell you, but only because I trust you." He sat up from his comfortable position and sat cross-legged on the sofa staring right at John.

"When I was younger my life wasn't the easiest, I mean, I never told anyone, I wouldn't complain, not even to my brother Mycroft. We had a nice house and everything, I mean my parents do well for their jobs but my dad would spend a lot of money on Alcohol. It wouldn't make a difference to how much we had but It made a difference to our lives because dad was always drinking… Anyway, my mother was a lot like me, she could deduct things too, I think that is where I get my observation skills from. She was so smart and pretty…" Sherlock rummaged around in his coat pocket and eventually pulled out his wallet. He opened it and presented an old worn photo of a woman who looked like she was in her mid-twenties. She had long black curly hair and the same grey eyes as Sherlock, she looked quite tall and very elegant and her skin was as pale as snow.

"She… She's beautiful." John stammered.

Sherlock returned the old image back to it's safe place in his wallet and nodded.

"I know, and I miss her very much. She was so smart that she was often called a f… freak…" John started to rub Sherlock's back in tiny circles and Sherlock smiled at him. "Well, she didn't really care at first but soon EVERYONE started calling her it, she was an adult but she took it pretty hard, and it went too far when dad started calling her it. Everyday he would come home drunk and start shouting it at her for no reason at all, soon he would even call her it when he was sober, he was sick and tired of her "weirdness". She couldn't take it. The one man she truly loved, hated her. He despised her intelligence. I still remember the day when I found that note on the table, I was the first to see it. I was only 5. It said... Dear my darling Sherlock, Mycroft and Siger. I love you all very much but sometimes it is too much, I love to deduct, it is who I am, but I can't take the words anymore, I love you and although you, Siger, may call me a freak, I still love you with all my heart, I just know it won't stop. Mycroft, I am so proud of you, you will do great things in the future, you have already done so much and I love you, and Sherlock, sweetie, Don't ever let someone walk all over you because you are different. I let lots of people, and look where I am now. You have a gift and you should use it, don't let anyone call you a freak, not even your father. I love you all from the bottom of my heart. Your mother, your wife, your Violet. xxx" Sherlock held his head in his hands as the tears covered his cheeks.

John pulled the crying teenager into and hug and Sherlock buried his face into John's neck. People around them were staring but John didn't care, his friend needed some comfort.

John wanted to make sure Sherlock was okay every day from then on, he would always hang out with him and protect him from anyone. It really bothered him, Sherlock was confused why it would upset him. He felt it was stupid that John was trying to look after him but he felt safe around him and he liked his company.

They became best friends, inseparable you might say, they would never leave each other and when they weren't in each others classes they would text each other.

They didn't care what people said about them because they had each other.