Hey guys sorry about today. I did post the new chapter and took it down because I needed to fix some stuff. I'm really sorry but here's the new chapter. I also want to thank Megan for reviewing :)

In the office Mr. Gray sat on his big leather chair with his arms resting on the desk while Mrs. Gray stood next to him with her hands on his shoulder.

"I don't know what the fuss about." Jennalie raise her voice as she walked in the office.

"I don't like him Jennalie, he's not right for you," said her father, a stern frown decorating his usually jovial face.

"You don't have the right to tell me who I should marry or not." Jennalie argued, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"In fact we can, and I don't want you to see him again." Her father shouted, slamming his fist down on his desk.

"Daddy, come on!" she shouted futilely.

"He's a nice boy, but…" Mrs. Gray trailed off.

"He's a nice boy, but what?" Jennalie yelled at her, exasperated.

"He's trash Jennalie! He's doing a job that won't get him paid," said her father as he took out a cigarette and began to smoke.

"That's because he loves his job and money will be something we don't need to worry about." Jennalie protested, throwing her arms in the air.

"I have heard about him Jennalie, and he's a freak!"

"Don't you dare say that about him." She warned him, stepping up towards his desk.

"I want you to end the engagement and not see him ever again!" said her father as he hit his desk with more force than the last time.

Before Jennalie could argue more she could hear footsteps from outside and realized Sherlock had just heard everything they said.

"Sherlock?" she shouted, starting after the retreating footsteps.

She opened the door and ran out the house and saw Sherlock standing in front of the gate.

"Sherlock!" she yelled.

When she ran up to him she wrapped her arms around his neck and became hysteric.

"I'm so sorry!" she sobbed.

"It's okay." He soothed her as he ran his fingers through her soft blonde hair. He looked up to see her parents standing in the door, ordering Alyssa to leave. They probably thought they were saving her, but he could tell Alyssa was smart. Mrs. Gray was practically in tears, seeing her daughter like this, Mr. Gray a stoic statue, folding her tight, but with no emotion on his face.

"No, it's not. They can't make decisions like this for me. I'm an adult, and I can choose to do what I like. And I choose you, Sherlock. Don't you believe me?" She shook her head as she cried on the soft blue scarf.

"They're right about me Jennalie, I'm not right for you."

Jennalie backed off to see his blue eyes and protest, "No, they're not Sherlock! They don't know anything about you."

"Jennalie, even the money through my family is not enough."

"I don't care about the money! As long I'm with you, that's all I care about." She continues to protest, grabbing the lapels of his coat to pull him close to her.

"Why?" he uttered, letting his breath brush her face.

"Because I love you!" she screamed, turning her hands towards her, still gripping his lapels. She rested her head on his shoulder, the sobs wracking her body, threatening to make her collapse on her parent's front lawn.

"There's something you should know," he whispered in her ear.

"About what?" she asked, hopeful that whatever it was would change her parents minds.

"This whole time I've been using you," he whispered.

With those words she stepped back slowly and looked at him again, but this time with shock and curiosity covering her face.

"What?" she whispered, since it was all that she could force out of her mouth.

"All this time, I was using you."

"Don't say that." She shook her head with disbelief, taking a step towards him.

"I was just using you so it'll be easier for me to catch the killers whenever I was in a public place." He replied calmly, taking a step back, evening the distance between them once again. He looked up to see Alyssa in her bedroom window, staring intently at him, and ignoring her sister. Sherlock had to give the girl credit; she was smart enough to know that Sherlock was staging the whole thing to protect Jennalie.

"But you proposed to me." She reminded him, hoping he was lying, and it was all just a silly miscommunication. That they would go back inside, and finish dinner, and have tea, maybe play a board game. Hoping that tomorrow her dad would take Sherlock to his favorite hunting lodge, and that they would go out for the day and bond, while she took Alyssa out skating, and that her mum's friends would come over and fuss over her being engaged. She closed her eyes, hoping that when she opened them, she would be in bed, warm with her soft sheets and a glass of water beside her bed.

"Again, it was just an experiment Jennalie, I didn't expect your little brain to believe all of this." He mocked.

She went to him and grabbed his arms. "Sherlock, don't do this to me, this is painful enough! Just tell me all the things you just said is not true." She cried.

He looked away from her eyes and didn't say a word.

"YOU HEARTHLESS MACHINE! GET OUT! GET OUT!" she started hitting his chest with her fist and started pushing him towards the street.

"I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN! DON'T EVEN BOTHER COMING BACK!"

Sherlock took a last glimpse of her sad face, and walked away from her slowly, regretting that it had come to this.

"OH, BY THE WAY TAKE THIS!" She threw the diamond ring onto the sidewalk in front of him, and walked into her mother's arms, letting her parents pull her into the house, but not before Mr. Gray could flash Sherlock a murderous glare.

Rain started pouring from the dark blue sky and Sherlock stood all alone in the empty world. He went to the gate slowly and picked up the diamond ring that was on the ground. Turning the diamond ring in his hand, he thought of all that he had lost. Mummy would be disappointed, she had really liked Jennalie. Sherlock was her only chance at grand-children, Mycroft far too busy with his work, besides the fact that having to protect a child would be too dangerous for him. He would never have Mycroft be his best man at his wedding, and he would never get to help Alyssa become a great woman like her sister. He would never be able to wake up to her beautiful face, and fall asleep to her dreamy eyes. He could never watch her grow old, and still love those tiny hands, and the little dimples she had at the corners of her mouth when she smiled.

He began walking out towards the main road; he might be able to get a cab from there. He would have to move out; finding a flat in the middle of the semester would be hell. He was glad that he could get himself off track so easily; to distract himself from the real pain he was feeling. He passed a set of shops, and the most extraordinary feeling overtook him. He ducked into the alley between a hat shop and a bakery, and pressed himself against the wall. His chest shook like he was having an asthma attack, his neck felt wet, and his vision blurred. He thought mildly that this was how Jennalie was acting mere minutes ago, and that it would be a good idea to call Mycroft and have him picked up. But he wasn't too concerned about himself at the moment.

He had let go of the only girl he had ever loved. And he would never forgive himself for doing it.

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