Out of Control (Damien x Reader)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 - 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗

"And I contacted them shortly after that, after a small break down a week or two after the first meeting." Damien shyly explained, "There was a steep price to pay, to bring you back."

My head was still spinning, anger boiling in the bottom of my gut that caused a bitter taste on my tongue. Damien hesitantly looked up at me with sad eyes, waiting patiently for me to say something. To say anything. He then quickly moved to pull some files he had tucked away, placing them out in front for me to view them. They were agreements. Contacts, to say the least. I noticed Damien's handwriting. For each thing he wanted, he had to make a sacrifice, as standing in the wording above.

"To bring back my (Y/N) (L/N), my wife who had passed this year. For us to be better of in this lifetime than the last."

And the tradeoff for that wish?

"For my relationships to be altered in this new becoming reality, to replace my childhood with a broken one.To have to trade a life to keep her with me."

I stared down at it with disbelief. Why would he do such a thing? Why couldn't he move on like a normal person? I shook my head, running a hand through my hair, "I need to go. I can't be here right now-"

"(Y/N), please." Damien grabbed for my arm, "Please, you just have to understand why-"

I ripped my arm away, not even bothering to say another word to him. I needed to find the other person that had all the answers I was looking for. I couldn't even look at him, I knew if I looked at him, he would just have those sad, brown eyes that could convince me to do anything. He knew if I looked at him, I would stay. That I would stay with him.

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Shivering in the cold, I held myself on the front porch as I waited for the front door to swing open. If he was even home or sober. I was trying to hold myself together in every way I possibly could, trying to not let the tears drip down my face. I couldn't tell if it was from anger or sadness. I couldn't tell how I was feeling, or how I was supposed to feel. I wasn't even supposed to be here... I wasn't supposed to be on this planet right now. The door then suddenly swung open, revealing Chase. A beer bottle was fit tightly in his hand, turning his knuckles pale white. His brown eyebrows were raised, as if he were surprised that I would be there, drenched on his front porch from the rain.

"Hey.." He said, almost too quietly. I tried to say something snarky, but my gritted, chattering teeth wouldn't allow it. Chase laughed for a second before opening the door wider and allowing myself in. He didn't wait a second to crank up the heat and wrap a blanket around my shoulders. "Do you need anything? I think I have some hot chocolate from when Olivia was here last..."

I quietly shook my head as I wrapped the blanket tighter around myself. How did I even start this conversation? What questions did I need to even ask? What answers did I want?

"He told you, didn't he?" Chase suddenly questioned, not even looking up from his beer bottle.

"Did he tell you everything?"

We sat in silence for a moment, the only sound came from the ticking clock and the pattering rain outside.

"Why would he do that?" I cried, "Why would he bring me back? Why would he sacrifice lives to keep me here?"

Chase stared at me, almost like he was astonished that I had even asked that question. Like it was the most dumbfounded thing he had ever heard. He let out a short laugh before running a quick hand through his hair, wiping his face as it dropped down to his lap.

"He loved you, (Y/N)." He smiled. Chase was silent once more as he looked from the ceiling, to his beer bottle, and back to me, "He loved you so much, that he couldn't live without you."