Our Heavy Hearts (Benedict Cumberbatch fanfic)

Goodbyes

"What on earth do you think you are doing? Go on. Tell me. Explain this nonsense you've boiled up."

I could hear the voice of a lady in the living room. I sat in only my black laced lingerie on our bed as I peeked through the semi open doorway of our bedroom to see a rather upset old woman to the details of Ben's mother, Wanda, with her arms crossed glaring at Ben as he runs a hand through his hair.

"Making love to a girl 16 years of age; I did not raise my son to grow up and do an unscrupulous act of wrongdoing. This isn't something I'd expect from you nor you behaving in such manner. Explain yourself." Wanda demands yet Ben is completely stiff and very shamefaced by her finding him shirtless and cooped up with me, the 16 year old girl whom he is making love to, in a ghetto apartment building of Marseille, France.

"I.... I can't." He mutters out of his trembling lips.

"Is it because you were lonely and needed affection after the break up?" She suggests and he bites his lip clenching his fists as she speaks again, "Or perhaps you simply just couldn't control your libido."

"Um....... Both."

"Well I'm down right disgusted by your actions." she scolds, "You know better than to have sexual connections with a girl not even half your age."

"She's different."

"Oh really? She's not any different then the other whores."

"Mum, she isn't a whore. Not even close. She's a sweet smart young girl." he disagrees glancing up at the ceiling.

"I sure hope you used protection." she looks around the un upkeeped room and Ben rolls his eyes, "What? You don't want a scandal do you?''

"No," Ben sighs, "I don't."

''Good. Then you shall leave her and never return.''

Ben shoots a confused look at her ''What do you mean?''

"For my sake and your career's: you let your little mistress, girlfriend, or whatever she is go."

He gulps hard with a nervous gleam in his eye. "Pack your bags and meet me at Roissy Airport by 9 o'clock sharp. From there we'll fly back to London. Your manager wants to speak to you. In person."

Tears flood down my face smudging my mascara as the breeze coming from the open window blows in my face, I do not want Benedict to go for I love him to dearly. I gave up everything for us. My parents dismissed me from the family as a disgrace, cutting off any chances of a good education or even a life. I'll have to live on the streets. I knew I couldn't hide away with Benedict forever. But I'm his darling, he said he'd never let me go but here is his mother whom he cannot disloyal in our presence demanding that he does otherwise than what he promised.

I first met Benedict when he was teaching at my school. I used to visit his class after school everyday except Thursdays and Tuesdays, which is when he didn't have the class. I never knew that his acting career would start to rise to such fame like this nor that it would be first on the list of things to ruin us. I'm in deep deep love with him, you see. And if he does, which in this case he most inevitably will, leave.... I'd die right on the spot.

"Goodbye, Benedict.'' Wanda gets up but spots me watching them on the bed and a disturbed expression crosses her face when she notices that I'm half naked. She flounces towards me and grips my chin, examining me straight in the eyes. Tilting my head to the left and then to the right, she says "Young lady, I will not have the slightest regards for you, so instead I shall pity you and no more. As a girl who is almost but not quite the age of a woman, you should know what is sinful and what is acknowledgeable. Everything has a consequence either rewarding or demoting. I expect that this is a lesson you'll learn from and if it isn't.... God help you." and releases me, walking back into the living room to a disquieted Benedict who is as motionless as I at the moment, and storms out of the apartment building.