All character belongs to JOSS STIRLING apart from Sade and other character who did not feature in the Benedict series.
The story of Will and his soulfinder has been altered. I hope you all enjoy and please leave comments with any recommendation or constructive criticism. Be patient with me.
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"WHAT the fucking do you think you are doing exactly?"
I break off from kissing whoever it was in front of me, cute guy, would have probably been a good fuck. Turning slowly, all I see is the pain and distraught in my soulfinders eyes. It was crushing, suddenly, I wanted to explain my self, run and jump into his arms and see my future through his eyes. However, this is not a fairy-tale, I can't afford to be vulnerable, as a matter of fact I can't allow him to get to close.
Being cold and a bitch was something that wasn't new to be, in fact according to my Dad it's something I excelled at to his disapproval. Nonchalantly I shrugged " I don't know mate but that seemed kind of self-explanatory, was my tongue not down his throat deep enough for you to get the message?"
Staring coldly at him made me shiver, the pain, the hurt that he was experiencing was staggering, it filled my whole soul. "Wh-why are you doing this?" He tried to reach out towards me, his fingers attempting, hoping to entrap me, I shoved him harder than I initially wanted to which saw him miss a footing and stumble before finally finding his balance. Weakly, I gently lowered myself and sat on the wet curb waiting for the world to stop, for him to vanish, become a distant memory. He stared at me with caution, hesitating as to whether he should sit down next to me, but decided against it. The silence was deafening, haunting, in the background I could hear the murmuring of the latest pop hits. I diverted my eyes, I couldn't afford to look at him not even for a second. Desperately I searched through my mind for a way to answer his question and the answer was I couldn't. Why was I willingly mess things up before it even started? Instead of coming up with a witty comeback, before I could allow my usual facade of being unbothered do all the talking, I was shocked by the rawness of my voice.
"I don't deserve you." Slightly choking on my words, I stood up, carefully trying to eliminate any crinkle on my skirt. Turning around I was faced with his reflection in the window. To put it simply he was gorgeous. I always felt like the big friendly giant with my long awkward dainty-like limbs, but next to him I was considerably shorter. From an eye estimate he was 6'3 with piercing emerald eyes, skin that was kissed by the Gods and a smile that had the ability to make you weak at the knee. I'm too fragile, too messed up for him. A guy like him probably dreamed of his soulfinder being everything I'm not.
"Are you kidding me, we just found out that we are soulfinders and you walk away and kiss another guy." It was fascinating seeing someone so poised suddenly being consumed with such deep anger, his anger was resonating through me via our bond. "let me decide whether you are worth it, don't speak on my behalf!". After his impressive speech, he sighed and kicked at a bottle of orange Lucozade and ran his hand through his freshly trimmed sun streaked golden-brown locks. "What's your name, let's start there?"
Bemused and somewhat dazed by his last question and how quickly he calmed down, I heard myself giving him my real name without hesitation. I wanted to tell him despite knowing better. "Folasade Roselyn White but call me Sade which is pronounced like the singer Sade." He looked lost. "Shah-day". I extended a hand "You?"
He reached for my hand, a rush of current passed through my body, his hold on my hand was strong and enticing I knew that if I even dared to look up into his eyes I would be a drooling. Whilst tightening his grip on my hand and pulling me towards him.
Softly he said his name in an accent that sound like it originated in the Mid-West of America "William. Will Benedict like the actor Will Smith."
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Unexpectedly I found myself reaching out to lay my palm on his face. The warmth of his skin enlightening a spark in me. He was gorgeous, what are the odds that simple old me would have a soulfinder who could be mistaken as being a Dolce and Gabbana model. A smile stretched across my face.
Stay safe in these London streets, Smith
A perplexed look caused the skin around his eyes to crinkle faintly. "Who is Smith?" I turned around and tilted my head so I could get a better look at him, sweetly I said, "You're Smith, my nickname for you, get it Will Smith, Smith, your name is Will". A soft laughter filled the space between us. "You are different, I like you."
Don't.
I turned my back to walk away. "Would love to stand here talking to you but I'm on my way to go have sex with my ex as you just cockblocked me, now run along your friends are probably wondering where you are". He recoiled as if I just slapped him across the face. I turned my back to walk away. "You just found your soulfinder", he remained silent for a few seconds "…now you are off to have sex with another man because I cockblocked you, are you dumb?"
Towards the end of the sentence both his volume and anger increased. "you made out with another guy in front of me, directly in front of me and here I am still wanting to be with you." One thing I hated was having a grown man screaming at me, its tiring having to deal with Dad alone. "Listen here, to answer your question I am not dumb I attend University College London and study English Literature therefore to do so I have to have an ounce of intelligence don't you think Smith?" Before he could answer I continued my tirade "I don't care about soulfinders, I don't want you to like me. You misogynistic pig, how dare you judge me for having sex, are you upset to find out that your precious soulfinder hasn't been keeping herself pure and waiting for her knight and shinning soulfinder to be her first. Now bye Will and for the record fuck you."
Silence.
Bye Sade. Nice to have known you, or whatever.
Sticking up my middle fingers I spun on my heel to the left and entered Aldgate Station. Tapped my oyster card and sat on a bench waiting for the Hammersmith and City line towards Barking to arrive. Unlocking my phone, the screen displayed 2:04 and a message from my ex who I had absolutely no intention of meeting let alone having sex with. Great.
By the time I arrived at my destination it was 2:43. Before unlocking the door I placed my weight on the frame and slowly slid to the floor with my head held between my thighs, tiredness swept over my body like an avalanche quickly and unforgiving. My fingers lightly searched through my clutch in search for my housekeys and once discovering them I begun twirling it through my index finger for a good two minutes. I collected myself and opened the door. I staggered in, overwhelmed by the stench of Stella Artois and whiskey. All of a sudden, a lump formed in my throat. My sweet father now a fragment of what he was, was now filled with sorrow and pain with a vicious vice in alcohol in hope to cure his longing for Mum.
Tentatively I placed the comforter over Dad, switched off the tv then collected all the plates and beer bottles. Whilst passing by the mirror in the hallway I came to a stop and was surprised at my own reflection. My hair had turned frizzy due to the rain and my grey eyes had a glazed appearance to them. My makeup was smudged, I looked pathetic. As I reached the kitchen I washed the plates and cleared everything. Getting agitated by the remaining makeup on my face I grabbed some wipes and begun wiping my face, slowly but surely a fresh face vulnerable young girl emerged. Typically, the first thing people tend to notice when they meet me for the first time are the light brown specks of freckles which were delicately distributed across my face, Dad always said that I had all the stars in the constellation dotted across my face. My complexion was that of a rich terracotta colouring, with a slim and elongated doll like limbs. I got my rich pigmentation from my Mum, she had the most beautiful deep mahogany shade with a soft bronze undertone from her teenage years in Nigeria.
Climbing feebly up the stairs I reached my room, each item of clothing was removed and replaced by a loose fitting baggy t-shirt that reached just above my knee. It was 3:17. It's time to call it a night.
