The Orphan
Summary: When Sherlock decides to go shopping out of boredom, he witness Ella getting beaten. When he scares away the bullies he does something that will change everything. Meanwhile John is starting to question if really isn't gay.
Disclaimer: To bad, too bad. I sadly do not own Sherlock. I do however own everything in this story that doesn't happen in the Sherlock.
Auteurs note: This is my first romance Fanfiction. Please do review and give me hints, but no flame please. Don't like, don't read. Thank you and enjoy.
Extra: It is rated K but there will be mention of child abuse.
Chapter 6 (Sherlock's POV):
It had been a week since Ella had left, and I was bored to death. All I wanted to do at the moment was get on a case. Of course I had had a few cases. But they were not interesting. I found my mind dwelling to Ella. Would she be alright? Why did she lie?
I had "borrowed" John's laptop and searched for an Ella Yet. But I hasn't found anyone. I searched for schools in the area but then again, she said she had run away so it could be far away. I had looked up the address and it had been an abandoned house.
But today she would be back and I felt surprisingly happy about it. It was three o'clock. School didn't end until 4, so I had to wait. I took my violin to play the time away, but a sharp knock on the door changed my mind. Thinking John or Mrs. Hudson would open up I went to my room for some peace and quit. But then the doorbell went. Sighing I went down stairs. When I swung the door upon I was shocked. In front of me was Ella, an hour early.
But that wasn't what shocked me. How she looked was way more worrying. Blood was rolling down her chin along with tears. She was shaking and limping. Her clothes were dirty and her hair full of mud. She looked like she could collapse at any moment.
*Ella?* *Sherlock, please let me in. I didn't know where else to go.* It was a whimper and I softly pulled her inside and closed the door behind us. I helped her upstairs again and placed her in the chair. *Ella what happened?* She was shivering and on the brink of crying. *After, after last time. When you scared them away. I, I was able to avoid them for a while. But today, I don't know what I did but they grabbed me. They grabbed me and shoved me into the wall. The classes had just started so we were alone. They started to shout. They were telling me that I was helpless. That I didn't have any stranger to protect me now and then they starting hitting and kicking again. Not like normal, but really hard. I thought they were trying to kill me. And then, and then. One of them pulled a knife and cut me in the stomach.* Hearing this I slowly grabbed her ripped shirt and slightly pulled it up. Revealing a nasty cut.
I gasped. *I need to clean that, right now. Stay here.* I went to the bathroom and took one of John's washcloths and wet it. When I returned, she hadn't moved. She was still shaking softly and I started to clean the wound. She winched and hissed in pain. *It's okay. It's okay.* The wound was a little cleaner when I heard the door open downstairs. John. *Home!* I heard him call. *John! Get up here!* I heard him climb the stairs. When he opened the door he audibly gasped. *What happened?* *She was attacked and came here. John I don't know half as much about threating wounds as you. Please, help.*