Benedict Cumberbatch Imagines

Call Out My Name (7)

It's been around a month since you saw Ben at Tom's house. You didn't hear any news from him after that. At first, you felt a bit somber, but then you realized it was better that way, for both of your sakes. Ben was your past, and remembering what you did to him only got you to feel worse. Even though he told you he forgave you, you couldn't help but feel miserable every time you remembered that day.

"You're not going babe?" you asked Benji before leaving your shared flat. "Sorry baby, I can't make it today. I have that job interview, but I can drop you off," Benji locked up the place and walked to the car with you.

Benji and you always attended a group therapy three times a week. It was a good way to help with the recovery you and him were going through. This time you would have to attend alone, but that didn't bother you. After a few minutes, Benji dropped you off. "I'll let you know if I can come pick you up. It's more probable that you'll have to take a cab," Benji informed. "That's ok, I'll see you later," you kissed Benji before entering the building.

You went to the usual room they provided and you took your seat in the middle section of the chairs. A few people were already there. As soon as you got there, the therapy began. It always started with a poem and the positive words of the leader of the group. Everyone clapped as he took his seat on a chair that was placed in front of the room.

"Is anybody new here that would like to go first?" he questioned as he scavenged the faces of the room. He knew who the regulars were, so he was looking for new people. Someone at the very front rose his hand, the leader put on a bright smile.

"Please introduce yourself and then say whatever is eating you up," he told the new person. You looked towards the new guy, but you could only his back once he stood up. He cleared his throat, "Hi, my name's Ben." He turned around to slightly wave and looked back to the leader.

It was actually him. It was Benedict Cumberbatch at a group therapy. He continued, "I have a problem with controlling my jealousy. It's really hard for me to keep it under my control. It's been two years since I've had my jealousy outbreak–I guess I can call it that–and recently I got jealous when I wasn't supposed to."

The leader nodded his head and asked, "Why did you recently get jealous?" Ben rubbed the back of his neck, "Because my ex-girlfriend is getting married. She cheated on me two years ago, but, somehow, I can't forget about her." The leader sincerely smiled, "Ben, please come to me after this session is done." Ben nodded his head. "Thank you for sharing," he said and everyone in the room clapped.

Ben turned around to gaze at everyone and smile. As he looked behind his row, his eyes met yours. You slightly clapped your hands and smiled his way.

After everyone shared what they needed, the group therapy came to an end. As instructed, Ben walked to the leader. Before he spoke with Ben, he called you over too. "Ben, I'd like you to meet [Y/n]. She's been coming here for more than 10 months, and I believe she can help you out. Your story is similar to hers and I believe you can find some support from her. I've watched her improve her life since the day she came here," he friendly squeezed your shoulder.

"Thank you," you smiled at him. "Apart from her, I have a great place you can go to. A friend of mine is a great psychologist that can help you with your jealousy. It's like anger management, but for jealousy," he spoke to Ben. He passed Ben all the information and then left you and him to talk.

"So 10 months," Ben said after the leader left to talk with someone else. "Plus rehab that's 6 months," you added. "Why so much time?" he quirked his brows. "I find so much support in it. It keeps me away from everything. You used to do that, but once I lost you, I had to find someone or something to distract me," you slightly gulped at the end.