My Very Own Sherlock (A Benedict Cumberbatch/ Sherlock Fanfic)

Chapter 12

JUNE’S POV

                I woke up to the sound of Kriss starting the shower. I slowly sat up and grabbed my phone. 8:27am. I unlocked it and scrolled through my messages. Benedict hadn’t replied to me. I could feel water form in my eyes at the thought that I had hurt him once again. I had just wanted to hang out with him and have a good time, but things got out of hand. I stated to let my head wander off to the worse case scenarios. What if Benedict had already packed up and left town? I don’t think he would do this… Not without saying goodbye. But how much did I really know about him? Nothing at all really.

  I crawled out of bed and tipped toed over to the door that connected the two rooms. I knocked softly, not wanting Kriss to hear me in the bathroom. I waited a few seconds, but no one answered the door. I knocked again, louder this time. Nothing. I decided that he might still be asleep so I turned the door knob. The door flung open with eased and showed and empty room. No bags, no Benedict. I couldn’t hold it in, I began to cry. At first it was a soft cry, but it quickly escalated into a sob. I dropped to my knees and held my face as my shoulders shook.

“June? Oh my god, hun, are you alright?” I turned around and saw Kriss standing in a towel, hair dripping onto the carpet. She looked utterly terrified of the state she found me in. I wiped my eyes and forced myself to stand up.

“Y-Yes… I’m fine. I’m just going to get dressed and get some fresh air.”

Kriss leaned over a bit to look behind me. “Has Benedict left?”

                I didn’t respond to her. I grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans, a green plaid shirt, combat boots, and made my way over to the bathroom. I may or may not have let the door slam a little too hard. As I was getting ready I opted for no eyeliner or mascara. I had a strong feeling I would be crying a lot today.

                When I was done getting ready I went to grab my phone. Kriss was sitting in her bed on her laptop. She looked up from her screen when she heard me and eyed me suspiciously. “Will you be coming to the hospital today?”

“Oh, of course. What time were you heading over there?”

“I was thinking about 1pm. Will you have had enough fresh air by then?”

                I shot her a glare as a response and left the room. I had absolutely no idea where I was going. I didn’t know this area and I had no vehicle. Maybe I could just go hang out in the bar again? I highly doubt a bar is open at 9am in the morning. I tried to think of other places I could blow off steam and found myself in the lobby. The first thing I noticed was Benedict, sitting on his suite case near the front door. He was staring at the ground; his back towards me.

                I stated to panic. Was I supposed to go and make conversation? It would be so awkward after last night. It would probably be more awkward if I walked away and let him go. I bit my bottom lip and my hands started to shake. “Come on June! Just go ask where he is going.” I muttered under my breath.

                I forced myself to walk forwards in his direction. When I got closer I began to take smaller steps, until I had stopped just behind him.

“Good morning Benedict.” My voice was shy and timid and I hated that. I wanted to sound strong.

His head turned to me in a matter of seconds after I spoke. “June… Did you sleep well?” He tried to smile but it was forced and sad.

“Yes, thank you. I was worried about you though; you didn’t text me back.”

“Sorry about that. I don’t really know if I’m leaving or not yet.”