The Exception (sherlock x reader)

Chapter 8: Wrong Day to Die

"You won't win," you said through gritted teeth. You tightened your trembling hand around the gun more sure every second. "I will not be your leverage."

"Come one now (y/n), Daddy's tired of your games. Now drop the gun."

"NO," you shouted. "I will not let you use me to destroy Sherlock." You felt the cold tip of the gun shake against the side of your temple. If Moriarty needed you as leverage you would take that away from him.

Flash Back

You held the tip of the gun to your temple. Your hand shaking out of control. You squeezed your eyes shut as tears rolled down your cheeks.

"(Y/N)," Moriarty shouted through the door you had your back resting against. "(Y/n), open the door. (Y/N)!" He shouted again. He began banging on the door violently. It shook against your back. A sob escaped your mouth as terror seized your body.

Jim scared you.
Dying scared you.
But you would have to face one or the other. You opened your eyes, and looked at your arms. Through blurry vision you could still clearly see the bruises that covered them in the dark room. You shielded yourself from Jim's wrath with them. Why didn't you just fight back? You had thought about so many times, to defend yourself, to show him he can't treat you that way... But you couldn't. You could never bring yourself to do it. You loved him you couldn't hurt him. Your hand stopped shaking, and you pushed the barrel of the gun against your head more sure now.

"(Y/N)," Jim shouted again. "OPEN THE DOOR RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR-" you didn't give him the chance to finish.

"NO," you shouted back. "I won't let you you do this to me not anymore." You stood up, and dried your eyes with the back of your hand. You looked around the room in the dark. It was bare stripped of everything that would let someone identify it as yours. The only thing other than the bed, and the desk table were the stacks of books. You could hardly bring yourself to pick one up now after Jim had got angry with you for reading more than spending time with him. That night he beat you with your books. You took a deep breathe, and brought the gun up to your head. You were about to pull the trigger when Jim came crashing through the door. You jumped out of the way of the falling door dropping the gun to your side. Jim came through the empty door frame looking furious.

"You really thought," he growled through gritted teeth. "That you could get away from me that easy." You backed away as he advanced on you until your back was against the wall. You had no where to go. He walked up to you until your noses were practically touching. You could see the rage burning in his eyes. He grabbed a handful of your hair and grabbed you from the wall. Your face twisted in pain as he dragged you away. He dropped your hair when you were both in front of your bed. He guided you down onto the bed,and covered you with a blanket. You were confused. His face was no longer plastered with rage, but it was soft, and held concern.

"We'll talk more in the morning," he said as he kissed you on the forehead, and left the room. Maybe he did still care for you too. You thought as you drifted to sleep.

End Of Flash Back

You battled inside your mind if this was the right choice. If it was the right thing to do to sacrifice your self for someone you just met. You felt someone come up from behind you. You didn't even have time to turn around before the gun was wrenched form your hand. You spun around to see Sherlock with the gun you had now in his hand. Your first mistake was taking your eye off of Moriarty. Sherlocks eyes grew wide as you felt a strong arm wrap around your neck pulling you away from Sherlock.

Your mind immediately went to who had a hold of your neck. It was obvious it was Moriarty he was the only other one in the room. He pulled you closer to him with one arm around your neck and the other around your your waist holding you close to him. Your hands went to his arm around your neck. You knew there was no way you could over power him, but you had to try. You dug your nails into his arm you wiggled your body around trying to make difficult to keep his hold on you. Moriarty tightened his hold around your neck cutting off your airway. You stopped struggling and gasped for breath.