Out of Control (Damien x Reader)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛 - 𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍

Mia's words were still echoing inside my head. Probably mostly because they left over an hour ago, and I was being babysat by Pamela as we waited for Cory to respond about coming to collect me. She was to busy cleaning to pay attention to me. I stared down at Damien's number in my phone. Should I call and apologize? Maybe I should just call to see if he got home okay? Was that even a good idea with Mia around? I should just leave him alone, he's still grieving.

Chase still lurked around for a while, checking between his phone and me. He was impatient, no longer smiling at the women that gathered around him. He had something else he wanted. I think I was just too drunk to care.

"That's it." I sloppily grabbed my purse, "I'm going to go see Damien." Pamela then launched into action, looking over my shoulder before grabbing my hand to stop me, "No, let's not. Let's wait for Cory, okay-"

"I can take her home." Someone called behind me.

I jerked over, Chase standing their with his hands in his navy pockets, clutching his keys, "I can take her back to Cory." I curled my lip up at him with disgust, spitting venom at him, "Oh so now you want to talk to me?"

Chase didn't even look in my direction, only locking eyes with Pamela. She look down at me for a second before she nodded, then allowing Chase to take me away. I gave her questioning look, but she didn't answer anything for me. Chase grabbed me, flinging me onto his shoulder as he carried me out to his car. I couldn't even drive home if I wanted, Pamela took my keys hours ago.

He placed me into the passenger seat and buckled me in, then coming around to the driver's side and getting inside.

"I'm not having sex with you, if you think that is what's going to happen." I mumbled softly. Chase laughed and smiled over at me before pulling the car into drive. I tried to create more distance between the two of us.

"I love you to much to hurt you, you know that." He smiled sadly, "I just need time to get you answers."

I laughed out of awkwardness and anger. We're still on this? He just can't decide what he feels, can he? He looked over at me in surprise, messing with something in his pocket for a moment before opening his mouth to speak, "You just don't have the puzzle pieces yet."

When I woke, I was on Cory's couch, still in my dress from the party. I panicked, checking over my body for any marks or cuts.

No, I'm okay.

I sighed and collapsed back onto the couch, a hand resting on my forehead as I closed my eyes. It was four in the morning, and Cory was well asleep. My head was aching from the booze, and my stomach was swirling. I needed to puke, but my body was stuck on this damn couch. I swallowed the saliva that had gathered in my throat and mouth. Lazily, I reached besides me, pawing for my cell phone. It rested on the side table, almost dead. I clicked it on, the sudden brightness burning into my eyes, cause them to water. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust before I could read the screen.

Two missed calls from Damien.

Three missed calls from Pamela.

I decided I would call them in the morning. Or would it be easier to converse with them at work? My finger hovered over Damien's contact for a moment before I put the phone back onto the tiny table. My head was throbbing, and my mouth was dry. I needed to shower.

I grabbed some spare clothes so I could slip out this filthy dress and wash away the smell of alcohol. I could hear Cory's faint snoring from the other room, I tried my best to stay quiet as to not wake him. By the time I finished my shower, and gathered the courage/motivation to get dressed, it was roughly six. I could hear Cory in the kitchen, shuffling around to make breakfast for the day. Pots and pans were clicking together as he pulled them from the cabinet, then cracking eggs into the grey pan. I stood there, awkwardly for a minute debating on what I should say. Should I talk about what happened between Damien and I? I bit my lip before opening my mouth to speak,

"You showed him the nursery?"

Cory's shoulders tensed for a moment before he slowly turned to me, a fearful look on his face, "I did. I just figured maybe it would help him come to a decision between you and Mia. I'm sorry if I overstepped-"

"I wanted to show him." I sighed before sitting in the small dining room chair,

"But I understand. I think it was time. And it's his house, he should decide on what to do with it."

He massaged my shoulder for a minute before he turned back to the stove, shuffling around the eggs before halfling them onto a plate, sliding it to me before he sat across from me. We ate for a moment before Cory looked back up at me, "Chase took you home."

I nodded, not knowing what else to say to follow that up. I tried to not acknowledge his concerned look. Chase said he needed time to get me answers. What did that mean? Answers for what?