Haunted Holmes ➳ Sherlock x Reader

Hysterical Curls

I wake up to the sound of yelling.

Blinking slowly, I sit up from the sofa, noticing syringes scattered around the coffee table.

I must've been injected more than once.

Oh well...

My arms ache as I use them for support in standing up.

"MUMMY!!" I hear William cry out.

My eyes instantly pop wide open, and I run to where his voice is coming from.

He's in his room in his bed, Jim sitting on a chair next to his bed.

A look of horror is on William's face. He's pale, his irises had gone dark.

"What's going on?" I ask, rubbing my forehead, letting out a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness he isn't hurt...

"How did you sleep, butterfly? Sorry I had to leave you on the couch, William kept me up all night." Jim sighs.

"Just fine, thanks. What's up with William?" I cross my arms in inquiry.

"I don't know...I'm just trying to read him a fairytale, but he keeps yelling. I don't think I'm cut out to be a father." He frowns, standing up.

"Aw, that's not true." I take his hand and smile.

He looks at me, with desire, want, lust.

His hands find their way to my waist, as his lips brush my neck.

I glance at William, who's staring blankly.

"Jim...not in front of William." I try to pull away, but he squeezes my waist, keeping me in place.

I bite my bottom lip, struggling to get out of his grip.

"J-Jim..." I try to call out to him again.

He begins to pull up my shirt.

"Jim!" I yell, pushing him away.

"What?!" He finally replies.

"You can't just do those kind of things in front of William! He's a child!" I scold.

"You like him better than me?" He asks.

"I never said that." I squint and look at him confused.

"But it's true isn't it?!" He asks again, smirking painfully, as he inches dangerously close to me.

I look at him, confusion still visible in my face.

"ADMIT IT Y/N!" He says loudly.

I slap him.

He gets a tight grip on my wrists.

"Who the hell do you think you're slapping, darlin'?" He asks menacingly.

"Jim...that hurts, stop..." I gasp.

He yanks me out of the room, shutting the door behind me.

I glance behind me at William, who's face is filled with tears.

"Let go!" I scream, kicking him, and removing his grip.

His eyes burn with rage and fury, as he stares at me.

"Get away from me..." I shudder, backing away slowly, holding a nearby vase for protection.

He sighs and covers his face with his hands.

"I'm sorry Y/N..." He tells me quietly.

I stay in my spot, biting my bottom lip as tears fall from my eyes.