Hi! So I abandoned this story for a while but now I'm back again. Just to let you know I've made some minor changes to the previous chapters. It's not changed the plot at all it's just made it sound a tad better. Anyways I'll get on with the story now :)
Seb's POV
I'd been trying to message her for days now but could't work up the nerve. It just seemed like there was so much pressure, James seems set on us getting married and I really can't. I'd spent the past few days on my motorbike going round the country. I look around my hotel and walk to the window. I watch the ocean waves roll in to the sea shore, the sound calming me. I hear the door open behind me and turn to look.
"Bye. Thanks for a good time" says a women as she leaves my room. I smile at her as she goes but my face turns to a frown the moment the door closes. She was just someone I'd randomly hooked up with, I'd been doing that a lot lately, I think to try and forget about Molly. It isn't working though, she's still all I can think about. She's a stranger James can't expect me to spend the rest of my life with her. I mean she's a nice stranger, she's definitely pretty. She's more than just that though, she's funny, positive, quirky and unbelievably intelligent. But I still barely know her. It just seems so much. All I wanted to do was work for James, kill some people and have some fun. I really shouldn't have been dragged into this.
I sigh and look at my phone. I really should message her, James will go mad otherwise. I'll just be polite, James can't get mad at me if she doesn't like me, I can't help that. I type out my message and click send.
Molly's POV
It's been four days since my date with Seb and I haven't heard from him since. I sent him a message yesterday asking how his day was and he hasn't replied. He usually replies so quickly, I'd gotten so used to regularly hearing my phone buzz from his messages that the silence without it seems deafening. I still check my phone regularly just in case, refreshing my emails religiously. It feels so pathetic, I hate that I'm doing this but it's like I can't stop myself. I just want to know what I did wrong. It's as I'm staring frustratedly at my phone that Sherlock and John walk in.
"I need a body." Sherlock says not even looking at me.
"What for?" I ask, trying to hide my annoyance.
"Preferably a child, I want to study it." I look at him in shock. I was growing increasingly more uncomfortable with Sherlock's requests but a child? It was taking it too far. This was most definitely where I drew the line.
"No. You'll have to go elsewhere." I say sternly.
Sherlock spins round to look at me with definite anger in his eyes. I see John out of the corner of my eye, his jaw dropped out of shock. I guess it's because it's the first time I've really said no to him, but frankly their responses are a tad insulting, it's like they thought I had no backbone.
"I need that child, I want to do research." Sherlock says as he glares at me.
"I won't do that, go ask somewhere else." I look back at my computer screen and go back to typing up my notes intent on ignoring him.
"Why?"
"Because I'm not doing that for you. It's a child Sherlock, I will not worry the parents just because you're bored and want to fill some time. Morally it doesn't sit with me." I don't chance looking up at him.
"That's idiotic. You'd let me have an adult, there're no difference. Either way it's dead and it's of more use to me than in the ground." I feel an anger growing inside of me as he berates me. I look him dead in the eyes.
"It's of more use to the parents and family, they need to grieve. And no I wouldn't give you an adult, I wouldn't give you anything because I'm done." I go back to my computer, typing away furiously.
There's a small pause and I hear John walk over to Sherlock and say something in hushed tones. I refuse to look over at them. I'm so tired of being ordered around by him without even a thank you. And the things he asks for... I honestly don't know why I said yes for so long. I just had a stupid crush on him and so I let him walk all over me. Maybe that's my problem, I rely too much on other people's approval, I want them to like me and I end up just looking stupid. Well I don't care anymore, not about him. Not about Seb. I won't let myself be taken advantage of again. I smile to myself and I hear Sherlock scoff.
"John told me about your little date, and I'm not surprised he rejected you. Your little power play is meaningless, you still don't mean anything to him and why would you? You're impossibly average. And now you don't mean anything to me either"
I try to ignore the angry tears that are beginning to form. I hate him. With all of my being I hate him.
"Get out."
"Gladly." He saunters out as if nothing has happened.
"Molly I'm so sorry, I think he just-" I cut John short, uninterested in anything he has to say.
"Leave me alone John, you don't always have to make excuses for him." I look up at him obviously distressed. He looks at me uncomfortably before hurrying after Sherlock.
I slump against my chair and sigh in frustration, allowing myself to cry for a minute. I hate how he can strip me down. That he can just figure out my weaknesses so easily. Celia always told me I was an idiot for ever liking him and now I truly felt like one. Just then I hear my phone buzz. I check it, unexpectant of anything from Seb. I unlock my phone and check my emails and stare at it in shock.
Hi. How are you? x
It's Seb. I felt rage begin to bubble up inside me. Really? Four days MIA and that's all he says. I am not doing this. I make a promise to myself that I will not reply to him. I'm not interested in romance anymore. I don't need to find love. I just want to focus on me, on making myself happy.
