Out of Control (Damien x Reader)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 - 𝚁𝚒𝚗𝚐

William and Damien had both decided to go to the business today, which left me alone in the manor. I was still technically on bedrest, but my mind was zooming. I couldn't stop thinking about Celine and Damien's late wife. I just needed to wait for the perfect moment for the house to be empty. I immediately thought back to the tiny drawer in Damien's desk, in his at-home office. I just needed to get the key from Damien's sock drawer. And I jumped into action, tossing open the drawer and feeling around for anything. I found that sock, the sock that fell out all those months ago that Chase caught me. It had some weight to it. Must have the key inside. I smiled at myself, prideful that I found it all by myself, pulling it out into my grasp.

I then gasped. It wasn't a key at all.

It was a red velvet box, and inside was a ring, an engagement ring. A diamond, oval shaped ring that glittered in the light. I was absolutely beautiful. I stared at with amazement. This is what Chase didn't want me to find. I couldn't understand the feeling that had arisen in my chest, and I chose to ignore it, shoving the ring back into the sock and tucking it as far as possible into the drawer. I took a sharp breath, then spotting the key. I pressed it sharply into my palm and left the bedroom.

I pressed the key into the doorknob and twisted open the door. I quickly approached the desk and dropped to my knees and pulled open the desk, moving aside all the papers and opening the bottom of the drawer. I don't know what I expected. There was a large vanilla folder, so many papers stacked into it, it almost didn't close. I carefully removed it and placed it onto the desk before I sat into Damien's chair and flipped it open. The first couple pages were letters. They was addressed to Damien:

Dear friend, I'm writing you this letter out of concern. Your family has told me that you are not progressing through your grief. I am worried that you are going down a dangerous road. I'm coming to get you this weekend, and we're going to attend a grief group in town. I have gone a couple times myself, and it's helping. I don't want to see you make a wrong turn, but I know what you're going through. I hope to see you this weekend.

Chase Brody

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Dear friend, I have missed you lately. I was wondering how you were doing. I noticed the changes in your behaviors. I'm glad the grief group is helping. Olivia and I are going on vacation soon, and we wondered if it was something you would want to come enjoy with us. I think it would be good for you to get out of that manor for once, get some sunshine on your face. And just because we are states apart, don't hesitate to contact me. I'm your friend after all.

Chase Brody

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Damien, I believe you are tapping into forces you don't quite understand. I'm concerned by the way you speak through your grief. I think it's time for us to go back to therapy, don't you think? Stop this nonsense, and come to your senses.

Chase Brody

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The letters from Chase then stop. The next couple of forms are from Damien's therapy session. I only took a moment to glance at them, taking note of some of the words that stood out. Patient speaks about late wife. Patient talks about 'changing timelines'. Patient speaks about new 'business partners' that came into his life roughly. Discussed moving patient into a facility, Patient disagreed with diagnosis. Patient has requested to have files removed.

I hadn't realized how badly this had affected Damien, he had really spiraled. I wouldn't have known if I hadn't found these files. Underneath was a business card, only providing a number. No name or address. Probably nothing important. The last couple of letters were written in hard cursive. The writing was messy, too messy for anyone to read. There were hearts written about the page, so I could only assume that it was from his late wife. The writing was soft and delicate and some spots on the pages were wrinkled with tears. She addressed Damien as, "To my Dearly Beloved". I smiled at it, not knowing that Damien would like nicknames like that.