Hey everyone I know the last chapter was a little melancholy, and at his chapter won't be any different. This chapter is about fear, what keeps us up a night. I hope I'm able to please you. ENJOY
"You are a sorry excuse for a husband you know that" Molly yelled at the top of her lungs.
"Why would I ever love you, your a terrible person, you get off on seeing dead people lying about, and your a sociopath by personal admittance" she yelled at him again. Sherlock was just sitting on the floor of 221B's living room taking it in.
"Your a dick Sherlock and I should have told you to piss off a long time ago before you messed up my life further, now I've got your piss poor spawn to take care of" she said as she pointed vigorously toward the hall.
"The only reason I'm not dumping them on the front steps of an orphanage is because I know they'd be killed instantly by normal kids. I'm going to raise them to be proper normal people, NOT FREAKS LIKE YOU" she yelled as she got more into it. Suddenly John came running from the hall and he laid a soft hand on Molly's shoulder.
"Molly Molly Molly stop" he begged her. Molly stopped and flipped her head around to look at John.
"Stop yelling at him and let someone else have a turn" he said with a devilish smile. Molly smiled back at him and went down the hall.
"We'll lookie here it's Mr. Worlds only consulting detective and he is just as pathetic on the outside as he has always been on the inside" said John.
"Your a little bitch Sherlock, did you know that. Your not smart enough to figure out Moriarty's plans so you jump of a building and hurt everyone you love. You know who does that Sherlock" John asked him. There was a pause then the sound of John's foot tapping on the floor.
"Pathetic excuses for human beings" Sherlock answered in a meek tone. John laughed.
"You wouldn't even pass for a pathetic excuse, you've never been a human being and you never will be one either. I knew from the first moment I met you that you where nothing and that you where a (/freak/)" John said as he put emphasis on his final word.
"I was fighting in a war and I saw some of the most pathetic things I think I will ever see, but none of that will ever top my low opinion of you" With that John turned around and left Sherlock alone, or at least he though he was alone.
"I'm ashamed of you, we all are" said a small voice from behind him. Sherlock didn't dare turn around.
"Normal kids have firefighters and lawyers as their dads, and I'm stuck with you. Why me" the voice asked.
"Just because I have the same last name as you and just because I share half your DNA I will be ridiculed for the rest of my life, is that fair" it said again.
"I'm sorry" Sherlock mumbled. The little voice laughed and made its way to face his father.
"You could have stopped at the first mistake you know. That would have been bad enough, but do you ever learn. You made two more of us and you didn't even care" the boy said.
"I'm sorry Liv-" Sherlock tried to say.
"Sorry isn't good enough, you should have put your stupid, dull brain to some proper use and thought things through before you messed up everyone's lives. You've ruined Mummy's life, Uncle John's life, Wellie's life, Remmy's life, my life, and you never once stopped to consider anyone else but yourself. You are a terrible man and I'm ashamed to call you (/my father/)" the boy said. Then Livingston turned away and ran towards the hall. Sherlock felt dark, cold and alone. The people he loved had abandoned him, and for good reason. Suddenly Sherlock heard a low mumbling sound that seemed to take up the entire room.
"Leave me alone haven't you said enough" Sherlock moaned out, but the mumbling continued and it grew louder. After a few moments it became words.
"Sher...ock...erlo...Sherlock...Sherlock...Sherloc k" it said over and over again. Suddenly the room around him grew fuzzy and black and everything disappear. Sherlock opened his eyes wide and lifted himself up from his pillow. He was panting heavily and sweat was rolling down his forehead. He felt a cool hand on his shoulder and he followed the hand up to the body it belonged to. Molly was looking at him with deep worry in her eyes.
"Sherlock it was just a bad dream...it wasn't real" she said and she massaged circles into his shoulder. Sherlock's breathing slowed down and he calmed himself to a certain degree.
"Was it about Moriarty" she asked. Sherlock shook his head no. He pulled himself toward Molly and just hugged her as hard as he could. Sherlock couldn't help but rest his head on her shoulder and cry into it.
"I'm right here Sherlock, I'm here, I'm alive, and I love you" she whispered into his ear. Sherlock grabbed onto her tighter and just let it all out. After a while and after Sherlock had calmed down he let go of her. Sherlock wiped his eyes and laid his head down on his pillow. Molly did the same and pulled the covers over the both of them.
"Molly there are certain things people need in this world" Sherlock began.
"Mycroft needs cake or he'll die, John needs me or he'd be hopelessly lost by now, Anderson just needs to be smacked upside the head, but do you know what I need" he said with his eyes still red from crying.
"What" Molly asked.
"You"
Yyyyeeeaaahhh I got to torture Sherlock. Oh wait I'm not supposed to cheer am I. Oops. Well anywho. Oh I should mention that we are nearing the 50TH CHAPTER HOORAY. I will be posting something extra special for the 50th so mark your calendars for any date because I never know when I'm going to post anything. I hoped you enjoyed, please leave a nice comment, and as always THANKS FOR READING