The Help~(Completed♡)

Discipline Needs

Damon's P.O.V.

"Hey, I gotta talk to you.", I said softly, pulling Ash into our room.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I just- um- I-I kinda got a another job today."

"Dame, if we need money, I can get a better job-"

"No, no. It's... not that..."

"Then what is it?"

"I bought a cheap office building."

"Okay... why?"

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

"Dame, just tell me why. You're freaking me out.", he laughed nervously.

"Okay.", I sighed, "Listen, a big part of me and my personality is being a dom. It's disciplining the people in my life who need it and that's a big place for me. Lately, no one's needed it. Which is good. It really is. But that's part of why I've been so fucked up. I just kept bottling up this huge side of me until he seeped through in a toxic way. So I-I'm opening this office as a disciplinary school. I can have the side of me I need, I can adjust my own hours and be home still, and I can hopefully help people." He paused for a minute,

"Okay. If it's what you need and want, I support you. I think it's a good idea."

"Good."

"But don't think it means you can slack around here.", he said softly, kissing my neck. Fuck. I threw him back on the bed,

"No problem there babe."

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"Look, I need someone to help my son.", the snobby lady said over the phone, "I've tried everything. Grounding him, yelling, taking things away, nothing works."

"Have you tried... talking to him?"

"Yes. It doesn't get through to him."

"Have you asked if something is wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong. He's just acting out and it's ridiculous. Look, can you help me or not?"

"Yes ma'am but part of what I do is give advice to help my clients. Do you know what I do?"

"Hit them. He doesn't react to me and I think a stranger beating his ass will do him good."

"I've never and will never beat someone, let alone a child. Most kids don't act out for no reason. There's usually something going on behind their behavior."

"There's not." I sighed slightly,

"Okay ma'am. Will tomorrow morning work for you?"

"Sounds great."

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I stood up from the desk in the back room as I heard a door open,

"Mom please.", a voice begged, "I don't wanna do this. I hate strangers. Please."

"Too bad Zachary. You did this to yourself. If you were a better kid we wouldn't be here."

"I'm not-"

"Good morning.", I said walking in, not wanting a fight to occur this early in the morning. A young boy stood slightly behind a well dressed woman.

"Good morning.", she said cheerfully, "Can I just leave him here? I have work to get to." I nodded,

"That's fine. We-"

"Great!" She turned around and handed the boy money, "Take a cab to school. Maybe learn something today Zachary.", she said before also handing me money, "Thank you." And she was gone. I stood in shock for a moment. How could you just leave your kid with a stranger? She didn't even learn my name. I shook my head a little and looked back to the kid, whose green eyes were wide and scared. Oh no.

"Zach."

"Mr... Stines...", he muttered, "Look, this is dumb and she paid you. I can just go-"

"No.", I said quickly, "I heard you say you hate strangers, I'm not one. This would be awkward with anyone but at least you know me a little." He sighed slightly, nodding. "Are you hungry? Thirsty?" He shook his head. "You're gonna have to talk eventually. We can pretend we don't know each other if that's better. And everything in this building stays here. Can we both agree on that please?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Come here." I walked into one of the other back rooms, where a small table sat in a sort of kitchen. I gestured for Zach to sit as I got two cups of coffee, passing him one and the sugar, "Here kid."

"Thanks... how did you-"

"I pay attention." He nodded a little as I sighed, "I hate your mother." He laughed a little,

"You and me both."

"Is she always like that?"

"No, that was her being nice and polite."

"Wow. I'm sorry." He shrugged,

"It's whatever. She cares about her image, that's it." He held up his wrist, a shiny watch on it, "Got this when I got suspended. She bought a new car when me and some of my friends got arrested. We live in a beautiful, huge house with workers and top notch everything. It blinds people from seeing how fucked up we are." He paused, "Sorry, can I cuss?" I shrugged,

"I don't really care kid."

"Cool."

"I... can't really imagine you being the terrible kid your mother made you out to be on the phone."

"I'm not as good of a kid as you think. Especially not around her." He tucked a piece of his black hair behind his ear, showing a bright red spot on the top of his ear, "I tried to pierce my ear last night 'cause she said piercings were the devils work."

"Wow. That's really dangerous." He shrugged. "I want you to tell me the worst stuff you've done in the past... two weeks." He let out a breath,

"Uhh, I snuck out a few times to get drunk, I smoked pot twice, I've smoked cigarettes almost every day, I haven't done anything in almost all my classes."

"You've done your work in mine." He looked away,

"I... copied off Jess when she wasn't looking." I sighed,

"Is that all?"

"That's the worst of it I guess.", he said taking off his jacket.

"You're sure about that?", I asked, gesturing to the cuts on his arm. He looked down at them and shrugged,

"That's not a big deal."

"It's a huge deal Zach. I'm much more concerned about that than the rest of the shit you did."

"Why? Do you know how many times she's told me to just kill myself? She'd milk that shit for so fucking long."

"I'm sorry. You don't deserve that. And I'm really proud of you for not doing that. People care about you, way more people than you realize. There are a lot of people who would miss you more than anything. Your mother is missing out on an incredible kid by treating you like shit." He shrugged a little,

"I'm not as great as you think. I'm nothing special."

"That's bullshit. I know you can write music. Incredible music. I know you're really smart, you just don't do your work. I know you're friends with almost every group of kids at school because everyone loves you. I know more than you think." He sighed a little,

"Can we just get to the part where you beat me up so I can go?"

"Is that what she told you?"