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Here is Chapter 2 - I hope you are also looking forward to it as I do !

The fresh air hit her like a sledgehammer and Molly lurches a few steps forward.

She straightened herself and took a deep breath before she made her way home.

Fortunately her flat was only some minutes away from the bar and Molly was relieved when she finally stood in front of the building.

Her legs ached and she couldn't wait to finally step out of her towering heels which Mary insisted she should buy.

Again another terrible mistake.

But Molly had neither the nerve nor the time to think about that now.

She was tired and embarrassed and had only one wish: a quick hot shower, a bottle of sweet red wine and get drunk.

That sounded really, really good.

After she had successfully opened the door to her building she stepped into the cold staircase and hesitated.

She felt watched and turned around in the assumption that someone was standing directly behind her.

But she was alone in the cold, dark streets of London.

She let out a nervous giggle and closed the door quickly behind her.

Inside the dark staircase she felt herself a little bit safer than outside.

She knew it was after midnight and only God knew what kind of strange people were still wandering around.

Molly reached for the light switch.

It clicked once and the lights went on for a few seconds.

Than it clicked again and the lights went off.

She cursed and pushed the button one more time, but she was left in complete darkness.

"Fantastic…" She murmured sarcastically and stepped forward, reaching for the railing.

The walk to her flat took twice as long as usual and as Molly was standing finally at her apartment door, she couldn't feel her feet anymore.

She took her keys and met the keyhole at first attempt.

"At least one still works…"

She went inside her flat and was again greeted with darkness which was odd.

Normally Molly left the small bedside lamp in her room on so that Toby, her cat, didn't feel alone when she was gone.

Now the lamp was off.

But perhaps she had just forgotten to put it on?

She was so under pressure when Mary had called…

Moll shook herself and also the thoughts off her.

She closed the door and got out of her shoes, exhaled relaxed as she felt the blood running through her footpads and toes.

She swore to herself never to wear such kind of shoes again, that was pure torture.

In the darkness she searched for the light switch and smiled when the lights finally went on.

And then she froze when her view got caught in the mirror next to her.

Molly stepped slowly forward, hesitated only for a few seconds.

Then she reached for the paper which was stuck to the cold glass.

She tore it at her and flipped it open, noted at the same time how strong her hands were shaking.

Molly's heart and mind were racing as she read the few words over and over again.

She crumpled the paper in her hand and went straight to her living room, found the bottle of Scotch easily and poured herself something in a glass.

She lifted it and drank it within seconds.

"Holy shit!"

Molly coughed a few strong times and made a disgust face.

The scotch was terrible and she didn't feel any better.

But alcohol never did, she knew this normally.

Molly sighed and fell back onto her couch.

She starred for several minutes up to the ceiling and thought hard.

It made no sense…or did it?

Was it a coincidence that he would be there this evening and listen to her?

Or did John or Mary told him?

But no, they seemed surprised as much as she herself was.

And what was this now?

Why did he left her this fucking message?

She knew it was him.

She would have recognized his handwriting everywhere.

Molly looked down and opened her left hand where the small paper ball still laid.

She didn't move her hand nor did she open the paper again.

The words were already in her head as was the instrumental sounds who belonged to this song.

Without any though she opened her mouth and began to sing.

You make yourself a prisoner of me.

You blind yourself, so you don't have to see.

You turn your life, to a power above.

You make yourself a Hostage of Love!

She stopped and struggled shivering for some air.

She felt the hot tears down her cheeks and buried her head in her arms, her body shaking.

She hated it.

She hated herself for this love confession.

Because that was it – nothing more and nothing less.

Molly raised her hand and threw Sherlock's message somewhere into the hallway.

Now she had the final answer to her questions.

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