Out of Control (Damien x Reader)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 - 𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝙷𝚘𝚖𝚎

"What are you doing here?" I asked through gritted teeth, "Damien, what are you doing here?" I felt my blood begin to boil. My fists rolled into tight balls as I approached him, "Why are you here?"

Damien then looked past he, glaring to Chase before returning to me, "I told Chase I was coming back, I told him that I was coming back home tonight." Confused, I turned back to Chase, "What is he talking about?"

"I was trying to tell you - I was going to tell you! We just got so distracted and I couldn't find the time to tell you-"

"How long have you know?" I questioned.

"I just found out-"

"Don't lie to her." Damien snapped, pushing himself in front of me, pointing at Chase, "Don't lie to her, that night, the night I left, I called you. I called you and told you that I was leaving for important reasons. Reasons that I couldn't explain until I got there! And I told you to tell her, to tell (Y/N) that I was leaving, and that I was coming back home at some point. You promised that you would tell her."

"You knew?" I questioned Chase, whose face was white and sweaty. Chase laughed and wiped his face, then gesturing to Damien, "Are you really going to believe him? (Y/N), Cory and I have been taking care of your for three months -almost four months. And you're siding with him?" I bit my lip and adverted my eyes to the floor. Something inside me told me both parties were wrong. Damien then turned to me, trying to hold eye contact with me, "(Y/N), please believe me. Please, just let me explain."

"Mr. Fischbach." Cory then announced, "I think we should really worry about this later, it's been a very long day for Miss (Y/N), she just-"

"I think we should all go to bed and talk about this in the morning." Chase demanded, "We're all tired and exhausted. We should go to bed."

Damien looked at me with pleading eyes, begging me to stay behind, to speak with him. I said nothing and continued down the hall.

"I'll be on the couch, if you need me, alright?" Damien spoke to me. I ignored him and opened the door to the master bedroom, then slamming it shut behind me.

When the morning came, I couldn't find the strength to roll out of bed, I could hear moment and voices around the outside of my room. Whispering, waiting on me to emerge from the depths of this room. I could most hear Damien and Cory. Cory couldn't hide the venom in his throat. I just wanted to rolled around in bed. I didn't want to hear Damien's story. I didn't want to know what happened, or why it happened. I just wanted to stay in bed and mourn. It was hard not to think about the nursery that laid just next door. The empty crib and the closet full of baby clothes. They toys that would never be used. It made my heart ache and throb.

"(Y/N)." A voice called beyond the door. It sounded like Damien. "Cory made breakfast. Would you like to come join us?"

I released a strong, pent-up sigh and rolled out of bed, still dressed in my pajamas, and swung open the door. Damien's sweet brown eyes lit up once they landed on me. He seemed like a completely different person than yesterday. He still had bags under his eyes, but his hair was combed -still longer than normal, almost like he was apart of a metal band- and his face was shaven and clean. He smiled gently, "Hey."

I tried to hold back a grin as I looked away from him, turning to Cory, "Breakfast?"

"Yes." Cory smiled softly, "Yes, I made French toast and eggs."

I entered out into the hallway, closing the door swiftly behind me. More to hide the teddy bear I stole from the nursery than the mess. It had that newborn smell. I felt Damien's eyes land on the back of my head as we waltzed into the kitchen. Chase was nowhere in sight. We all sat down at the table, in silence as we enjoyed that meal that Cory made. Damien kept looking at me, waiting for the perfect time to say something. Cory watched Damien, still with angry eyes. Everyone was scared to speak.

I cleared my throat, "Uh, where is Chase this morning?"

"He left around six." Cory answered, "Didn't really say why or where."

The room fell silent again. Cory stood and collected our plates, loading them into the dish washer. Damien stood and laughed softly, "Would you like to come to the garden with me?" I opened my mouth to say no. I just wanted to go back to bed, crawl inside and die. But instead, I stood and followed him outside.

The wind was slightly chilly, as fall was slowly approaching once again and the leaves were just beginning to changed colors. The garden was still dead, no roses or other blossoms in sight, just weeds and dirt. Damien looked at it with sorrowful eyes, but turned away from it and grasped at my hand, pulling me down to sit in the grass.

"Damien, I really don't want to-"

"No. No, because I need to explain everything that happened." He spoke with soft eyes, still clutching my hand.

"Damien, if you don't want to be with me, you didn't have to come all the way back here just to explain that. I got the picture when I told you that I..." I trailed off, not wanting to say that word again.

"I do want to be with you." He laughed and clutched my hand tighter, "I'd marry you right now if you'd let me. So please, yet me explain. Let me salvage this."