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Sherlockaddic
(John's POV)
I turned around leaving Sherlock facing the other way. I felt sorry for him. The man that had also made his life hell was here. I turned to see a tall man. He looked strong so Sherlock would have obviously been hurt really badly. He had a permanent scowl on his face when he was talking to Sherlock. I could see his hatred for Sherlock in his evil eyes. "Father" Sherlock squeaked. "Sherlock turn to face me NOW!" he cried. Sherlock flinched. Once again. The slowly he turned around to become looking at his father. His eyes fixed on his. "Sherlock" he said "yes" he replied acting very scared "I cannot allow you to live with john anymore. You have to return" he said. Sherlock suddenly shouted "what because you miss having someone to beat up" he gave his father an evil look "HOME NOW" he yelled." john" he whispered to me "don't leave me!" then suddenly his father grabbed him by his collar, dragging him off to his car. "John" he yelled. He wanted my help. I tried to move but I couldn't. I had to let his father take him. No matter how much it broke my heart.
(Sherlock's POV)
I saw johns face as I was dragged to the car. My fathers grip tightened. Choking me. I struggled. I tried to get out. But I couldn't. As we approached the car door he realised me, shoving me hard into the back. I hit my head on the floor of the foot well causing me to throw up blood. He just sighed at this sight and climbed into the front. As we were about to drive, I managed to pull my self up to the window with my bloody hands. But I couldn't see john. I fell back down with my hands going down the window leaving blood running down it. I would probably never see john again. I missed him. I missed his warmth. I missed his security. I missed his kisses.
As we pulled in to the Holmes manor drive I remembered everything. The sight of it made me sick. I didn't want to be here. I wanted to be with my boyfriend. As we stopped at the top my father got out and helped me. Only to as soon as I stood up, letting me go so that I fell to the floor. He laughed. I hated him. I crawled to the large front door to see Mycroft standing there, smirking. I looked at him with a disgusted look. God how I hated everyone in this family. Mycroft grabbed my bloody blazer and pushed me into my fathers study. I lay there; face down on the floor, trying not to scream. Trying not to cry. Only a couple of minutes later my father walked in. I knew what was coming next. Mycroft stood near the door so no one could come in and he watched from a distance. He hated it as well but he had to follow father. Or he would end up like me. He grabbed my messy hair and pulled me to my feet. "You are mine Sherlock, you can never leave me, no matter how much you try!" he smirked. I tried to face away from him but I couldn't. I was in so much pain. The again he dropped my and my knees gave way forcing my head to hit the edge of fathers desk. I lay there. Not daring to move. Then my father kicked me. Every hit getting harder. Every hit making me wish I was dead. He screamed at me shouting insults like "you're pathetic" and "how could anyone ever be like you" and much, much worse. As every hit came upon me I cried. I couldn't help myself. Then after about half an hour of abuse and pain I started to see my old friend darkness. Coming to take me. I wanted it to take me now. And take me forever. But I wanted john. I wanted him to be the last thing I saw. Him to be the last thing I think about. His lips the last thing I feel. Then the last thing I saw was Mycroft running towards father. Screaming at him to stop. He hit father then father hit him hard. I tried to speak tried to get him to stop. But then it took me. Darkness. Leaving Mycroft vulnerable, for father to hurt him. Darkness.
