Told You So

5

John POV

Sherlock leaned over and rested his head on my shoulder and sighed before grabbing my arm. "John, please, don't tell anyone about what I'm going to say," he said with a shaky voice.

I nodded as he hid his face in the crook of my neck. I shivered at the feeling of his breath tickling my skin then I noticed tears falling down his face. "John" was all he could manage as he started crying.

"Sherlock, it's going to be alright. Trust me. I'm not going to hurt you," I said, trying to reassure him with a hand laying on his knee. He flinched at the touch and moved his whole body away from me. "Did I do something?"

"No, it's complicated."

I nodded and watched as he ran his hands through his hair, freaking out. I reached out to touch him, and he backed away, slowly.

"Could you at least tell me what you were trying to earlier?"

He nodded and sat at the desk. "Look, when I was four, my father started to get fed up with me. I am a freak. He would always come to my room and say that then...punish me for doing something wrong. I was four! I didn't know what was wrong with what I did!" He lashed out and tears fell down his face.

"If I may ask, what kind of punishments?"

He took in a shaky breath and looked at me. "Sometimes it was a slap or beating; other times it happened to be far worse. Today happened to be a far worse punishment day. I'm sorry," he said softly before I walked over towards him and placed a hand on his knee.

"He raped you? Or is it beatings?"

Sherlock just clung onto my shirt and cried. I held on to him while he got my shirt covered in snot and tears. He was muttering something into my shoulder when I slowly pulled him away.

"Please, stay."

I smiled softly at my friend and placed him on his bed before laying beside him. "I will," I whispered, kissing his forehead.

Sherlock POV

I woke up with arms wrapped around my waist. I freaked out, thinking my father had stayed over until I opened my eyes to see John holding onto me. I blushed as I started to try to get out of his grip. He mumbled and rolled over, showing some of he s midriff from his shirt riding up.

I sighed and looked at my legs, seeing bruises all over; I poked one and winced at the pain. John moved back and threw his arm over my abdomen. I looked down at him in confusion before he started to wake up.

"John?"

He opened his eyes sleepily and looked at me. "G'mornin' Sherlock," he muttered while starting to sit up. "Oh! Did I startle you? I, uhm, fell asleep over here. I'm sorry if I overstepped anything."

I smiled and shook my head. "I'm going to take a shower. Besides, you seemed to sleep a little better than before. Also, it didn't startle me," I said as I walked into the restroom and stripped down as I turned the water on.

"Sherlo- oh my God! I'm so sorry!" John yelled as he opened the door. I blushed as I caught him in the doorframe. He walked back into the room.

I stepped under the shower head; the pulsing eater beating down on my neck. I remembered when John ran in and saw me on the ground after my father had punished me. He seemed so worried over me yet flustered at the same time. He, also, slept in the same bed as me last night.

"Sherlock, may I come in?"

I shook my head at my ludicrous thoughts. John merely was being a friend; there is no reason he'd want to be anymore than that.

"Yeah! Hold up! I've gotta get out!" I yelled as I reached to turn the water off. John has opened the door slightly while I wrapped my towel around my waist. I felt him stating as I turned around to the exit. "It's not nice to stare," I whispered, looking at him.

John turned red after I said that and tied to find an alibi. "I-I-I wasn't staring; I, uhm," he stuttered before I interrupted," John, it's okay. Just, try not to stare without asking me first." He turned even more red as I walked past him to my closet.

"Uh, yeah, uhm, thanks."

I smirked as he shut the door behind him before grabbing my purple shirt, pants, and dress pants. As I dressed, the shower turned on, and John muttered something before I laid on my bed and read.