Out of Control (Damien x Reader)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚘 - 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗?

I rolled over, flinging my arm onto the pillow next to me. Pillow? I thought I fell asleep on the couch....

I was in a bed.

Damien's bed.

I jerked up, the breeze flowing over my exposed skin. I clutched the sheets to my chest, how did I get here again?! I groaned and held my head. This has to be a dream. And there was a knock at the door.

"Miss (Y/N)?" A woman called. Katie, I was assuming.

"I have some clothes for you. I'm washing the ones downstairs." She knocked again and opened the door, "Oh! You're-! I'm sorry, I only have a shirt here, let me grab you something of mine." She closed the door again, only leaving for a few minutes before returning.

"I have a pair of undergarments, and some shorts. I didn't know that I took everything from the room, and I apologize for that!" She giggled warmly, setting the clothes onto the dresser, "Oh, also. Chef Kenshin had made breakfast for you, come get it while it's nice and hot."

Strange. The Katie I knew yesterday, was...cold and rude. This is such a dramatic change in perspective. She's different. I slipped into the clothes, and stepping into the hallway. This time, I didn't need any direction.

I stepped into the kitchen, Cory washing the dishes in the sink. He hadn't greeted me yet. I opened my mouth to speak, but the kitchen door swung open, and a smiling man entering the room. Damien.

"Good morning, Miss (Y/N)." He greeted, grabbing a plate from the cabinet, scooping bacon and pancakes onto the plate, handing them to me.

"I'm sorry about Chef Kenshin, he's just always so busy, you know?" He laughed, "Please, sit and eat." I hesitantly sat down, grabbing the fork that sat on the table, and stabbing it into the pancake.

"Mm." I hummed delightfully, "This is delicious! Thank you so much!"

Damien looked at Cory, who still hadn't turned away from the sink. He turned back to me, holding his hands to himself, "Kenshin is an excellent cook, I'm proud to have him on my team." We both stared at each other for a second before I continued to eat. Everything seemed so awkward and different.

Chef Cory had been that greeted me, and offered my breakfast yesterday.

Maid Katie only wanted me out the of house.

And Damien forgot about my existence.

I wiped my face and pushed the plate away from me, "Thank you, that was really delicious, but I do need to go."

"Why so soon?" Damien questioned, with a frown.

"I have a job, my boss is probably worried sick. My shift is at seven tonight." I explained, "I can get an Uber."

"Let me drive you, please." Damien offered with a smile, "I took you from that bar last night. Let me take you back, it will save you some money. It's the least I could do, alright?"

At first, I was hesitant. I didn't need any help, and Uber wouldn't be too much, just to get me far enough into town, and I could walk the rest of the way. But he was right, he did take me from the bar when I was too drunk to even defend myself. Yet, I didn't feel dirty about last night. I felt fine. Better, even. I smiled and nodded gently, "That would be great." Damien smiled back and pulled out his phone, "Glad I could help."

I stared down at the marble counter tops, tapping my finger gently against the surface. I felt weird. This didn't feel right. Nothing felt right, it all felt like this was the dream. Or the life after the dream.

Damien finally sighed and tucked his phone back into his pocket, smiling at me once again, "He should be here in about 30 minutes, alright?" I nodded gently. He turned towards the door, grasping the doorknob, then stopping.

"Oh, I have some of your belongings in my room. I tucked them away so the maid or butler wouldn't take them as trash." Damien turned to me and grasped my hand as he pulled me off my chair, leading me down the hallway. Trash? I scoffed, not everyone can be so rich.

He then opened the door, gently pushing me inside so he could shut the door behind me, "I do apologize for my staff. They have been rather strange for the past couple days. There's been some robberies in the manor, and everyone seems to be on edge. They either blaming each other, or blaming me for owning a home like this." Damien crouched by his bed, grabbing the box and pulled it out to my feet. My belongings laid inside -my wallet, coat, and cell phone. I've never felt so relieved seeing my phone. I grabbed everything inside, then thanking Damien to holding my items.

"This is so weird." I giggled softly, resting my coat over my arm, picking at the loose strings, "I've seen all this before."

Damien cocked his head to the side, his smirk growing even wider, "What do you mean?"

"I've seen this manor. And I've met Cory and Katie. Except they were different."

Damien told me to continue.

"Katie was much more rude...and Cory was the first person to actually welcome me. It was like an alternate reality."

He laughed and rested a hand onto my shoulder, his voice echoed through the room, "That should quite weird, doesn't it? Alternate realities and such?"

"I know it's weird. Deja vu." I shrugged off the sickening thought, the pit in my stomach growing even larger.

Damien looked at me, while I looked to the floor. He was the weird one.

"When I was younger, I had a friend named Sean, and we were inseparable. We'd play outside everyday, always till the sun set." He smiled gently, "Our favorite thing to do was plan out something, like maybe the future, and then think of the separate timelines. Good ones, bad ones, the likes. And every time we'd pretend to live in that 'alternate reality' timeline, we'd always choose the ones that benefited ourselves. Not each other. So we'd often fight about it. I wanted the cherished life of money, and power." He laughed, then continuing, "And he always wanted the life of quiet. Just himself."

Why was he telling me this? I laughed awkwardly, rubbing on my knees.

"Point is...." He paused for a moment, then laughed, "I don't know what the point was. But it's normal to dream of an alternate reality."

We both sat in silence for a moment, briefing looking at each other, then to the floor or walls.

"Can I get you something?" He offered, "I know you're not used to help, from what you told me about your family. But, I've been through some garbage too, alright?"

I shrugged and smiled gently, "I just miss my tiny apartment."

"Your tiny apartment with the moldy ceiling and leaky facets? You miss that?" He chuckled.

"I can't by a better apartment." I sighed, "I work at a restaurant on 24th street, that barely pays minimum wage.  I have bills to pay, and groceries to buy. There's not much room for expansion."

He pondered to himself. He phone then dinged.

"Ah." He smiled, "That's your Uber, I'll walk you out." He smiled as he opened the bedroom door, then shutting it behind me. I glanced at the picture frame behind me, the one that held Damien. He wasn't smiling anymore.

He seemed very angry. Furious.

It made my skin grow cold.

The driveway was decorated with cobblestone and vines lining the metal gate that surrounded the massive manor. It seemed very fancy...and expensive. Way out of my price range. I looked back at Damien, "You have a lovely home, by the way." He smiled and looked back at it, then too me, "You will have something better some day." He winked. I awkwardly stepped into the small car, shutting the door behind me. I watched as Damien straightened his suit, and folded his arms behind his back. He seemed pleased. I waved at him, but he didn't return it.

The gates slowly opened, and the car began to pull out the courtyard, and Damien didn't spare a moment to turn around and go back into the manor. It seemed dark.

Evil, maybe.