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Chapter 14
Sherlock Holmes gingerly opened his eyes. Ice picks were being stabbed at the back of his eyeballs. His arms felt stiff and his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. He saw Molly Hooper sitting in a couch opposite him, her gaze telling him she was far away. She's been running recently, she was still wearing her sports socks and her earphones were dangling off the coffee table. "How are you feeling?", he heard a quiet voice ask. He met her eyes, and managed to say "I'm fine. How did I get here?". She gave a small smirk and retorted, "The people who dumped you at my doorstep probably didn't think things through when they decided to kidnap you."
He gave a hard stare and asked "They dumped me here? Someone has been keeping tabs on your whereabouts Molly. Of course, it would have been easier if you would have stayed in England. Why haven't you answered my calls? Why did you get rid of the SIM Card? What were you running away from?!", questions kept bursting from Sherlock. His head had tiny pins poking from his brains and the pain was getting worse by the minute. Molly gripped her armrest and replied with strained patience in a quiet voice, "Where I go is of no concern of yours Sherlock Holmes. I answer to no one but myself. I wasn't aware my life in London was at your beck and call! I was trying to get my life back! I was tired of your games with me, Irene Adler, Janine and God knows how many other women that you've used. I ran because I was probably the most used among that lot of women! Just because I love you does not blind me to the fact that you are incapable of loving anything or anyone!". She was on her feet, breathing hard trying to control all the pent up anger.
Taking a deep breath, she calmly said, "Now, if you wish Mr. Holmes help yourself if you need anything in the kitchen. The second bedroom is available for you tonight. I want you gone by tomorrow", and with that she walked to her room and shut the door softly. She couldn't bear to look into his eyes any longer. The hurt in those eyes were almost successful in breaking all her resolve. Almost.
She walked to her bed and found the mysterious package on it. She left it there after she attended to Sherlock's wounds. Realizing that she can't be running away from everything, she sat on the bed and started to open the package. There was a DVD in a blank cover. Switching on her notebook, she placed it in the player. She hesitated for a second before hitting the play button. The screen began in black for a while and the light shone on a figure tied in a chair. She wouldn't have recognized him if it was not for the black hair and ice blue eyes. She screamed.