The Help~(Completed♡)

Reckless Relief

Damon's P.O.V.

"I'm not gonna beat you Zach.", I said softly, "And I told her that too. I'm not here to scare the shit out of you, I'm here to discipline you and hopefully help you. That's what I do. I'd never beat you." His whole body seemed to relax slightly,

"I-I didn't think you would I just- I didn't know."

"It's okay. Do you have your cigarettes on you?" He nodded. "Show me the pack." He did so as I counted six in the pack, "I want you back here weekly, not necessarily to be punished, but because you're gonna stop smoking now. And drinking and doing drugs and especially cutting. And I'll know if you do any of it. We'll talk and decide if you need to be punished or not. Okay?" He nodded,

"Yes." I raised my eyebrows, sending him a glare as he shuffled nervously, "Sir."

"Thank you." I sighed, glancing at the clock, "I have to be at the school in an hour. Let's get this over with, okay? I'll drive you to school if you want. I don't like the idea of you taking a cab." He nodded,

"Please. I hate taking cabs. They make me nervous."

"That's understandable. I'd never let my kids get in a cab alone."

"You have kids?" I nodded. "I thought you just had siblings. That honestly makes me feel much better."

"Good. I have five kids in total and three siblings. But I help my neighbor run a home for troubled kids so I kinda help raise another six boys and a girl." He smiled softly,

"That's nice."

"Can we get the hard part done with?" He nodded a little, swallowing hard,

"Y-Yeah."

"Have you ever been spanked?" He shook his head,

"No."

"It's not as bad as it seems, I promise." He nodded a little as I stood, "C'mon." He reluctantly followed me back to the room with a desk as I took a belt off the wall, "Drugs and drinking are a big deal. Each is normally twenty. But harming yourself is thirty and I won't give you more than fifty in a session. So we're gonna do that and next week I'll give you twenty, okay?" He nodded a little, his hands shaking,

"Yes sir."

"Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah I just- that-that's a lot."

"I know it seems that way. Would you rather space it out more? You could do half now and half after school or tomorrow?" He shook his head a little,

"No. I-I just want it over with."

"Okay. Bend over the desk." He hesitated but did so as I laid the belt on his jeans, "Stay still. If it gets too much and you physically or mentally cannot take more, say red, okay?"

"O-Okay."

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I stopped, putting the belt back on the wall,

"You can get up.", I said softly. He did so, trying to take deep breaths to calm down. I handed him a tissue, laying my hand on his shoulder, "It's okay. You did good kid. I'm proud of you." He started crying more at that. "Hey, hey breathe. Calm down kid. Can-Can I hug you?" He nodded as I pulled him to my chest tightly.

"I-I-I just want her t-to love me. I-I want her to b-be proud of me-me.", he sobbed.

"Shh, I know kiddo. I'm sorry. That's her loss. I know it's hard and it really does suck. I'm really sorry. I wish I could fix it."

"M-Me too."

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Zach sighed slightly as I parked at the school.

"You okay?", I asked softly. He nodded a little,

"Just... I feel like I need to do better in school now."

"I mean preferably, yeah. You can. You have the potential and the academic capabilities to do so. Why do you feel like you need to all of a sudden?"

"Because it's nice to make someone proud." I smiled softly,

"I really want you to try harder in your classes. And as long as you are, I'll be proud of you. But I'm proud of you for other things too, okay?"

"Thanks."

"No problem. You still have an hour before first and I don't need you finding something to get you in trouble. Why don't you come chill in my room?" He nodded,

"Yeah. I don't wanna get myself in trouble either." We got out of the car and went inside and to my room, only for Zach to flop onto the couch in the back of the room on his stomach.

"Here kid.", I said tossing him a blanket from the closet.

"Thanks. Is if okay if I take a nap?" I nodded,

"Yeah. That sounds like a good idea."

"Thanks."

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"Where's your dad?", I asked Zach as we ate breakfast.

"Minnesota with his new family.", he grumbled, "He's a fucking asshole anyways. He used to beat on me and my sister."

"I'm sorry. You have a sister?" He nodded,

"She's almost six. Our nanny takes care of her."

"Ah. I have two sisters and a brother."

"Where are your parents?"

"Maybe dead. Probably prison. I'm not sure and I honestly don't fucking care. They really fucked us up. I raised my siblings for the most part and adopted my other sister when she was a sophomore."

"Oh?"

"Bad home life. But I wasn't ready to have kids yet and she was almost grown."

"Ah. But you have kids now?"

"Yep. We adopted Jason a few years ago, Ellie was our first adoption, then Luke and Lily came along and needed a home, they're twins, and then we had a surrogate baby, Claire, and then we took in a boy your age when things got rough at home."

"Wow. You've got your hands full."

"Yeah but me and Asher balance it all."

"Asher?"

"My husband." He paused,

"I've known you for like three years, more so in the past few weeks, and I didn't know you were gay."

"I'm not too sure how you could miss that kid."

"Me either." We laughed a little before he got quiet, "I haven't cut in almost a month."

"Zach I'm so fucking proud of you. So proud." He lit up, which happened everytime I said I was proud of him,

"Thanks."

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Luke came over to the house almost immediately as I got home from work,

"Hey, we have a new boy coming in."

"Oh, okay." What're the chances? "Who?"

"Zachary Jensen."