Thread: RP: True Disaster: Zero Fucks [ Horror_Show & randomname98766789]

Benedict Cumberbatch was a worldwide celebrity. From small beginnings, he worked hard to become one of the most widely known actors in modern history. Millions of people greeted him in every city and it was impossible to go anywhere without cameras flashing or fans running to him for autographs. While this was fun and making so much money was nice, there was a downside that nobody that was famous wanted to deal with. He fell in love years ago and had a child. Sadly, he faded away from his ex-wife and they divorced. She was never around him enough and she must have needed more attention. Plus, Hollywood constantly spread rumors about him and other actresses. It was just natural with the position and finally, she could not take it and left him. Despite this, he remained a prominent figure in his daughters life. In her younger years, Benedict was there almost all the time. Sure, he was not home every night for dinner like some fathers but he was in her life more than enough. Every second he could, he was there for her upbringing. As she grew older and matured, Benedict became a bigger star and soon it was not so easy to be there all the time. As she matured throughout her years in her pre-teens and young teens, she spent most of the time staying with nannies or babysitters. Her father was either too busy or not even in the same state or even country at times. He did not even get to make video calls some nights but this was his dream. When he did talk to her, he tried to remind her that he loved her and they were actually pretty close together. She seemed to understand her fathers situation decent enough to accept that this was her life and nothing was going to change that. After his daughter Cadences eighteenth birthday a few months ago, Benedict had gotten a role in some action movie. Tonight was supposed to be the premier in London. Lately, Cadence had been avoiding him entirely too much for his liking. As a father, he was absolutely mortified, wondering what he had done wrong. When she did not make her flight to come escort him down the red carpet and did not return his calls, he was upset. He called her mother and she was equally as clueless. The only person that seemed to know was her close friend, Tess. Finally, she spit out that Cadence was seeing a therapist. That was all it took. Benedict called in sick to the premiere and took his ass home, landing in New York late in the evening. He was obsessed with finding out what was wrong with his daughter. First, he hailed a cab to the therapist office. Of course, she would not reveal anything because it was unethical but when Benedict started flashing around 100,000 in cash right now to tell him everything, she was quick to spill the words. It intrigued him. She was infatuated with him and not in the typical father-daughter love. This was something more and it was something strange. However, Benedict did not react so poorly. His daughter was gorgeous and he loved his daughter. Did he find himself sometimes staring at her too long? Maybe. It was nothing he addressed before. He learned she was an emotional wreck and that was why she avoided him for so long. She was going to be in for a surprise to night for sure. He did not quite know how he was going to go about this, but he had to do something. After visiting the good doctor, Benedict found himself another cab. This time, he took it to Cadences apartment. He knew where it was in New York. He helped her find one and helped her on her half of the rent. He spoiled her. She was his only child and he did not want her to pay for anything. She always had a spot with him. Nonetheless, it was pitch black outside, almost eleven at night. He knew it was a weird hour but he did not care. At all. He walked into the apartment complex and walked up the stairs until reaching her floor. When he was there, the male knocked on the door a few times and just waited. He was carrying his bags from the flight home. He literally dropped everything and packed up immediately to come back. He only took essentials, leaving anything he did not immediately need back over in London in his hotel room. He could get it later because he knew a guy that ran the place that he could get to hold his stuff. Either way, he was back in the present moment, just waiting outside the door.