Out of Control (Damien x Reader)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚃𝚠𝚘 - 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗

It had been a month since the conflict between Chase and Damien. Cory hasn't grown tied of me yet, at least not in ways he's expressed. Though, we rarely saw each other, as he was almost always at the manor and I was always at work. Which was hard, cause I worked directly for Damien. But, he was rather silent than angry. Damien would just try to keep the conversation short. If Chase saw me, he'd turn and go into another direction. It was annoying, but my fault.

It's always been my fault.

"Are you even listening, (Y/N)?" Damien softly snapped, looking up from his computer. I gently shook my head and looked into his brown eyes, "No, sorry. Repeat, please?" Damien then sighed, but not out of annoyance.

"We're hosting a memorial party for the company this Saturday. And Pamela needs help getting a theme and decorations for the committee. Would you mind going down and lending her a hand?" He asked politely. I nodded in response and turned to leave, Damien then getting my attention again. Je opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out, and he returned to his work.

"At least he's talking to you now." Pamela shrugged. She continued to shove papers into the filing cabinet. Her desk was messier than normal, I'm sure it's because Damien has ramped up everyone's work-load. And now, she's got this crazy party to worry about.

"Anyways, now this damn party... ." She pondered aloud.

"Damien said it was a memorial party?" I asked, "For... I'm assuming his mom?"

Pamela shrugged, "I don't think so. We've always had a party around this time. I don't know, maybe." She continued to scroll on her phone at party themes. I rolled around in the rolling chair, awaiting for anything to happen.

"What kind of party are you thinking? Pamela asked me, an emptiness in her tone.

"Just one that has booze."

Silence fell between the two of us as I mindless typed onto the computer, writing and erasing.

"So, who are you going to bring?" She asked timidly, swallowing the little courage she had, "Cause I'm going to be behind the bar, I won't be able to hold your hand the whole night."

I shrugged and rolled my head, like a marble on a track, "Probably Cory. He's the only other person that can stand being in the same room as me right now."

"Maybe you can sweet talk Damien?" Pamela smiled, hopefully. It disappeared slowly once I shook my head, defeated, "I'm sure he's bringing Mia." I rolled my eyes once her name fell from my tongue. It left a sour taste in my mouth. I cleared my throat, slowly leaving Pamela before the sickness could creep into my mouth.

I gently knocked on the office door before allowing myself inside. Damien jerked, then tucking something into his pocket before turning towards me. I smiled softly and awkward shrugged, "Can I ask you something-"

"Actually, I need to ask you something." Damien sharply interrupted. It caught me by surprise and I only shook my head. He was hesitant for a moment before guiding me to sit down with him, then resting a hand onto my knee. He smiled softly, then putting a hand into his pocket. He shuttered, "I'm not upset, I just want answers, if you'll give them to me." I nodded and watched as he pulled a photo from his pocket. My ultrasound photo. My heart dropped to my stomach as he stared down at it.

"It's dated months ago. While I was gone..." He began, "So, I just need to know how long this thing with Chase was going on? And do you need help? A place, money?"

I stared at his sweet, brown eyes as I took the print from his grasp. This was the first time I've seen this since...

"I didn't think you'd find this." Was all I could mutter.

"I found it in the kitchen, hidden in some drawer. I asked Cory about it, but he insisted on me coming to you. (Y/N), please. What's going on?"

"Chase and I didn't happen till you go back, " I replied quietly, watching as Damien leaned back, breathlessly. He was piecing the puzzle together, himself.

"So this was ours." I huffed, blinking away the tears as I forcefully shoved the photo back into his hands.

"Was..." He trailed off, a hand resting over his eyes. He swallowed deep, then clearing his throat to hide his wavering voice, "Meaning..."

I sat uncomfortably in the couch, not wanting the words to come from my mouth. I was hoping he would just come to his own conclusion, and I wouldn't have to say anything. But he continued to stare at me. Waiting. My heart was pounding in my ears, "I went in for a check up, and to get the gender so Cory could make some stupid cupcakes. But they couldn't find a heartbeat." I watched as Damien tried to swallow the tears as he turned away from me, looking through the window into the world.

"But I did everything I could. I went to appointments, I took those damn pills. I tried and it just wasn't enough..." I carried off, not wanting to add anything on top of his pain. Damien released a tight sigh and harshly blinked away the tears that had gathered in his eyes, "Why didn't you tell me? I could've helped you."

"You were mourning your mother." I shrugged, "I didn't want to make anything worse. Besides, I wasn't ready to tell you, I'm still just not there."

It took a moment before he pulled me into his grasp, holding me tight to his chest. I felt him shake against me even as he tired to hide it. I ran my fingers through his hair, trying to soothe him in any way. We sat in each other's company for a while before he pulled away, with a reddened face. Nothing was said, but it wasn't needed.

We were forgiven.

Damien's eyes danced between my eyes and lips as he leaned in closer. I had to then place a hand on his chest, to remind him...

"Mia..." He mumbled, almost sadly, "I'm involved with Mia." I gave him a saddened smile as I pulled away, standing so I could eventually leave the office, "I guess I'll see you at the party, then?"

He frowned,

"I'll see you at the party."