Adopted By Him..

Part 22

*Following Monday*

"Damien!" I hear dad shout. "School, come on!"

I groan, before peeling myself off my bed, dropping onto the floor. I pull myself over to my closet, and attempt to open it, but I couldn't reach the handles.

"Fucks sake." I say a little too loudly. "Arms, you couldn't be any smaller, could you?"

"Damien!" Dad calls again, slightly agitated. "Come on!"

"Alright!" I call back. "I'll be down in 5!"

I hear a sigh. "No Damien, now!"

*3 minutes later*

I come down in ripped jeans and a baggy tshirt. Brendon stood there, suited up. "Whats the special occasion Dad, damn."

His eyes nearly pop out of his head, and he slams his hand against his head. "Excuse me?"

"W-What?"

"Oh my Jesus Damien," He says while massaging his temples. "You don't remember?"

"Uh, no?"

"It's your special day, you dingus."

"Dad." I pause. "It's 8am. I have school."

"You don't." He chuckles.

"But yo- You sa- What?" I stutter, completely confused.

"I had to get you out of bed some way didn't I?" I push him slightly. "There's a suit on my bed, go, get changed."

"Dad, it's nothing special, there's no need to get all dressed up." I roll my eyes.

I begin to drag myself back upstairs, but dad interrupts me, "Oh, I invited that Declan kid."

I sharply turn around, almost falling down the stairs. "You did what?! Why?"

He opens his mouth to speak, and put my hand up to stop him answering, and begin walking upstairs again. I hear a slight 'that was a bad idea.' Yeah, dad, it was.

About 5 minutes later, I stiffly walk downstairs. The suit dad had picked was a blood red, a white shirt and black shoes. I look at dad, raising both my eyebrows. "Seriously?"

He nods, slightly smirking, "Yep! Now, come on, we can't be late for our reservation."

I nod, before strolling out the door, and to his car.

*Brendons POV*

We've been in the car for about 10 minutes, and its been very quiet, minus the odd cough from Damien.

We got to the restaurant about 5 minutes later. Dallon and Declan were already there, leaning against the wall, on their phones.

I got out of the car, and shouted their names. They shot their heads up, and smiled. Dallons smile dropped and Declans smile got bigger when Damien stepped out of the car.

"Dad.." Damien said timidly. "Why's Dallon here?"

I raise my eyebrow. "Because he wanted to come."

Damien heavily sighs, before crossing his arms and walking over to the others. I quickly follow.

*Damiens POV*

"Hey Declan," I say quietly. 

"Hey Damien." He says back, quieter than me. "How are you?"

"I'm go-" I get interrupted by dad pushing me through the doors, squashing me between Dallon and himself. I tense up, and hold my breath.

We stand awkwardly for a few minutes, before someone comes and shows us to our table. I grab onto Declans hand firmly, and shakily walk to the table. Declan notices and looks down at me, confused.

"You okay Damien?" He asks as we approach our table. 

I nod slightly, before slamming myself down on a chair, opposite to Dallon and Dad. Declan sits next to me, and discreetly grabs my hand, trying to calm me down. I tighten my grip slightly.

"See Damien, maybe bringing Declan wasn't a- OW!" Dad props his leg on his chair and holds it tightly, looking at me like I've just killed someone.

"I'm going to the bathroom," I say while standing up. "If the drinks person comes, I'd like water, thanks." I stroll off, only to realize I don't know where I'm going. I casually stroll back to the table, and cough gently.

"I, uh, don't know where the bathroom is.." I say timidly. Declan stands up and chuckles gently.

"I'll show him." He says, before leading me in the opposite direction to where I went.

"Oh, so this is the way." I say, and Declan chuckles. We reach the mens bathroom, and I shyly walk in. No-one here, whew. I go to a stall, as Declan goes to a urinal.

(A/N - This small part will be edited soon)

A few minutes later, I open my stall door, to see Declan stood there, a smirk plastered on his face. We stood like that for a few seconds, before he lunged forwards, pushing me back so he could lock the door. Uh, okay?

He spun back around, and threw me against a wall, slamming his hands on either side of my head. I gulped heavily, before looking down at my shoes. I started to shake, but I think Declan was too busy with me to care. He gently took my chin in his finger, and lifted it up, so our eyes were level. His breathing was uneven, and mine was soft. I was shaking more, but Declan was too busy staring into my eyes. 

"It's time." He breathed out, before planting his lips on mine, quite violently.

Fuck.