Chapter 5
Jen pulled away abruptly, her expression bewildered and surprised.
"J-John!" She whispered harshly.
John pressed his lips firmly together, looking down at the coffee table. Oh god, what did he just do?!
"You're in a relationship! What are you thinking?" Jen said, standing up quickly and making her way to the kitchen.
John stood up, feeling very confused, and followed after her.
"Jen, I'm sorry! I am." John apologized.
Jen turned around, her bottom lip trembling as she braced herself. John had just kissed her. She should be feeling bad, but she doesn't. She liked it. You could even say that she kissed back for a second or two.
"This doesn't leave the room." She said immediately, her tone firm and demanding.
After a long pause, John finally broke the silence.
"I should go." John said, and left Jen's flat without a second thought.
Jen stood in her kitchen for hours, motionless.
Sherlock woke up from the sound of footsteps and the closing of a door. His vision was a tad bit blurry, but it was logical seeing as he had just woken up.
"John?" Sherlock slurred, as the moonlight streaming through the windows reflected off a shadowed figure's head.
The figure stood still and its head turned slightly.
"Oh, Sherlock, you're awake." John stated.
Sherlock sat up straight, still feeling groggy and disoriented.
"Where have you been?" Sherlock queried, and immediately noticed how John's posture straightened.
"Nowhere." John muttered firmly.
Sherlock leaned over the couch and flicked the light switch on. The room was instantly brightened, revealing all evidence on John's body.
John's fingers were twitching, showing signs of stress. His hair was messy and tangled, like he was pulling at it and running his fingers through it too much. Then there was his lips, a little bit swollen with a light pink stain.
Sherlock immediately deduced that he had been with someone else.
And it broke his heart.
John turned around and his posture softened.
"John." Sherlock sighed, staring down at John's shoes. "Where were you?"
John turned around, frowning intensely.
"It doesn't matter, Sherlock." John said. "I'm back.
Without another word, John left the room. Sherlock sat on the couch, contemplating the entire situation.
Why would John betray him? Maybe it's the homophobic people...but how could others' opinions scar him so deeply that he went about and commit an unfaithful act? Was John really that weak minded?
It boggled Sherlock's mind. And he knew he had to deal with this later.
Sherlock lid back down on the couch, fighting all urges to break down.