Out of Control (Damien x Reader)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚢 - 𝙿𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚜

"Yes, and can you please send that off for me?" I asked patiently as the intern took the stack of forms from my hands and nodded, leaving my office in a hurry. I knew the feeling well. I straightened out the rest of the forms that laid on my desk, then leaning backwards to stretch out my back. I looked at the clock on the wall, I had at least twenty minutes before my next meeting with Chase and Damien, along with other interested buyers. I decided to pour myself a drink as I waited. My phone kept buzzing on the desk, but I knew who it was. Damien. Since our discussion, things had be a little awkward between the two of us. I had said something that following night that had slightly startled him.

We sat on the couch, hand in hand. My head rested on his chest and he hummed a tune to me. It sounded so familiar, and the words flowed out of my mouth so quickly and beautifully, I couldn't remember them. Damien then stopped humming and his body becoming frozen. I hesitantly looked up at him, revealing that he looked down on me with wide eyes. Fearful, wide eyes. I laughed at him awkwardly, then asking him what was wrong. Damien then shook his head for a moment before gently sliding himself away from me as he tried to relax himself. I didn't understand what was happening, I didn't understand what had set him off so easily. He was trembling. "How do you know that song?" He had asked. I could only stare at him. Damien then asked again, anger throbbing from his voice, "How do you know that damn song!?" I had jumped back from him, frightened at this new tone. He had stared at me for a moment before he stood and escaped into the bedroom, then slamming the door shut for the night. I was too afraid to enter, and I slept on the couch.

I shuttered as I remembered that night and quickly swallowed the rest of my drink. That night still bothered him, as he tried not to speak about it with me. He seemed so terrified. I poured myself another glass and took a sip before my office door opened again. My heart stopped for a moment.

"Abe?" I called out as I slowly set my glass down. He was breathless and rugged. Abe stared at me for an extended period of time before he brought a finger to his lips, gesturing for me to silence myself. My eyes left his as they connected with my desk drawer, knowingly a gun was placed inside. I took a sharp breath before dashing, my heels falling off from the velocity of my movement. Abe jumped for me, blocking me from me desk. He grabbed me by the nap of my neck, temporarily paralyzing me for a moment as so he could pin me to the ground. He used his sweaty hand to cover my mouth as he bent down for a moment to whisper in my ear, "Don't speak, don't fight. We're going to stand and you're going to go with me very quietly."

I nodded slowly and stood with Abe, him then removing his hand from my mouth and replacing it onto my wrists. I looked at him with panic as we left my office, Abe scouting out the area carefully before moving. By the time we had gotten down to the lobby, Abe had casually moved his grasp to my hand, intertwining our fingers. I took one last glance at Lixian -the new receptionist since Pamela's passing- before we disappeared from the lobby and into the car lot. Abe put me into the vehicle first before placing me in handcuffs, threading them through the emergency handle so I could not reach the handle to release myself. He was soon then in the driver's seat and started the car. We began our drive.

Abe looked between me and the road constantly, almost out of fear that I would try and attack him. But I knew better, and we were friends once.

Once.

I bit my lip before I spoke, "Where are you taking me?"

Abe was silent, tightening his grip on the steering wheel before turning to me, "Pamela is dead, yes?"

I was taken back by his question. It seemed so out of place in this context. Why would he care if Pamela was dead or alive? I swallowed hard and only nodded. Abe tightened his grip once more, not saying anything else. He continued to stare down the road as I watched the houses and businesses pass by.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked again, trying to mask the fear in my voice.

"I just need a moment alone where I can talk to you." Abe explained, "Did Pamela say anything about Damien before her passing?" I shook my head once more. He rolled his eyes out of annoyance, "Damnit, Pamela."

The car slowly stopped, revealing an old warehouse out in an open field. Worries filled my mind as I stared out at the building, afraid of what would happen next. I was afraid that Abe was holding some type of pent up rage, afraid that the inside of that building would be the last thing I would ever see. I trembled as Abe pulled me from the car and dragged me into the building. Inside, the building was dimly lit with a rather large table in the center. There was a bulletin board besides is, filled with information, photos, and paragraphs. I couldn't understand Abe's sloppy handwriting. Abe then forced me to sit down at the table, cuffing one hand to the table leg. He looked at me, waiting for me to say something. I swallowed and stared to my lap, afraid to look directly at him. But Abe said nothing. Instead, he pulled some things off of the bulletin board and placed them onto the table before sitting down across from me. He then slid over a photo. It was taken from the outside of the bar, peering in onto a couple. It was Damien and I. I was clearly intoxicated and Damien was on his feet. He stood between another man that I didn't know, shouting at him. He was defending me.

Why was Abe showing me this?

He then watched me as he slid over another photo. It was me, Damien, Chase and...Pamela? No, no. That wasn't right. It was Celine. I looked down at the photo, astonished. How was that possible? I had never met Celine in my life, at least not from my memory! Abe noticed my confusion and grabbed the photos, tucking them away.

"That's fake." Was all I could mutter. There was no possible way. Unless that was in fact Pamela and not Celine. Did I lose memories? Did I meet her at some point?

Abe said nothing as he grabbed another photo and placed it in front of me. The four of us, wrapped around each other as we all wore our graduation gowns, our diploma's in our grasps. I read them carefully.

Celine P. Fischbach : Degree in Astrology

Damien E. Fischbach : Degree in Business

(Y/N) (M/N) (L/N) : Degree in Biomedical Sciences

Chase L. Brody : Degree in Hospitality

I had a pre-medical degree? What the hell?

"I'm surprised you haven't questioned all of this." Abe laughed. I did nothing but shook my head and turned away from him. It was all fake. Abe's head fell to the side as he watched my movements.

"It's all fake." I scoffed, "You clearly photoshopped these. I couldn't even afford to go to college."

He shrugged and leaned back into his metal chair, "Then why don't you just go home and asked Damien about it, hm?"