Hey my favorite people in the world! How's life? Its been awhile. I hope you like this chapter. Kind of a cliffhanger. Once again I just want to thank all my reviewer Renaissancebooklover108. Thanks so much. The reviews make me want to keep writing. I also want to thank my followers and favoriters. God I feel like I just won a prize... Maybe I will win something.
Molly walked up the steps to her flat. Her mum was watching cautiously for when she were to fall or something unexpected. Molly put on a brave front but she was terrified. She was terrified Moriarty would find her and take her. Scared she would die in her sleep. Scared Sherlock didn't truly love her. Sure, he said it but did he mean it? Honest to God she had no bloody idea. They had spent one beautiful night in the hospital wrapped in each others arms (well she wrapped in his long arms as she cried) but it felt so right. So natural. She entered her flat and went straight to her kitchenette and set the kettle on, with an eager Toby at her heels. A good cup of tea always made her feel better.
She didn't realize she had zoned out until the kettle began to whistle. How long had she been standing there staring at the fridge? She shook her head and reached for the kettle. She grabbed it and it burnt her hand. She had forgotten about the broken spot on her kettle. She dropped it back onto the stove and it sloshed and clashed. Her mum came running into kitchenette.
"Molly? Are you okay, darling?" She ran over and grasped Molly's red hand. Molly looked at her mum as she went into doctor mode. Pouring cold water over her burn and wrapping her hand in a paper towel, she asked where the first-aid kit was. Molly told her and she went in search of it.
Molly looked around her flat. There was something off about her flat. Something was out-of-place. It was almost like... She ran to her sitting room and looked at her book shelf surrounding her telly. The books were arranged usually by color, but now several books were out-of-place. She picked the first one out of its place and flipped through it. One word was highlighted Don't. Molly was puzzled. She picked up the next book and found the highlighted word. She then realized it was a message and she began to write it down.
When the last book was put back in its place she read the message. She dropped the paper to the floor and backed away from the book-case. She backed farther and farther away until she was out the door. She knew only one place that would be safe to stay. One person safe enough to tell. She hailed a cab and when he asked where she was going one address popped to her mind. "221B Baker Street"