Out of Control (Damien x Reader)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 - 𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎, 𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎

Banging from the front door woke me from my sleep. I leaned up from the creaky bed, my back screaming in pain. I need a new mattress. I scratched my head and waltzed to the front door, peering into the eyehole. David.

I groaned and opened the door, leaning against it, "David, I don't have my check right now, okay? But I promise, I'll pay rent-"

"I've heard enough." He groaned, scratching at his grease covered wife beater, "You've paid your rent the last two times, four days late."

"I don't get my checks until the last days of the month, you want rent by the middle of the month. Please, just let me slide, just this time."

"Then you're paying double." He sighed, shrugging his sweaty shoulders.

"And still pay next month?" I gasped, "I can't! I work a minimum wage job!"

"Then get a new job, or get the fuck out." He chuckled, "I have tons of people waiting for this apartment."

I giggled, running a hand through my hair, "For how crappy it is? That's unbelievable."

Anger filled his face as he grabbed at my wrist pulling me to his face, "Get your stuff, pay this months rent, and get the fuck out, you rat." He tossed me back into my room and slammed the door as he left.

I closed my eyes and released the pressure that was building in my chest. It's okay, I'll figure this out.

I grabbed the bag from underneath my shitty bed and stuffed my belongs into it, every now and then, wiping the tears from my reddened face. This isn't happening.

Boxes rested in my arms, bags on my shoulders. Either I'm living in my car, again, or crashing at a crappy motel. I walked down the rickety steps, into the parking. Fuck, I groaned. My keys are in my back pockets. And my hands are full.

"(Y/N)?" A familiar voice called. I looked over my shoulder and huffed.

"Damien? What are you doing here?"

"Oh." He chuckled, "This is my building. I'm letting David run it for a while. What are you doing out here with all this?"

"David kicked me out." I laughed, "So, I'm going somewhere else."

His face hardened and he looked back up at the apartments. It was way prettier on the outside than it was on the inside.

"He can't kick anyone out without my permission." He huffed, "I'll talk to him-"

"No, no." I giggled, adjusting the cardboard box on my side, "My apartment was shit. I'm sure I got the worst one."

"Do you need some help?" He asked.

"Yeah, uh, my keys to my car are in my back pocket. Can you grab them for me?" I turned my hips so my back faced him. He gently took the keys from my pocket, unlocking my car and opening the trunk. He took the items from my hands and helped to load them into the vehicle.

I huffed and placed my bag into the passenger seat, then shutting everything closed.

"Thank you, Damien." I smiled gently, grasping the keys from his palms.

"How about you stay at one of my apartments?" He offered, "The temporary owner there is a little more 'gentler' with rent. I'm sure he'll understand your financial status."

"I don't know." I sighed, " I'll be just fine sleeping in my car. And my manager is super sweet, I'm sure she'll let me crash at her place for a while."

"Just try it out for a month, at least." He begged, "Then I'll leave it alone, I promise."

I sighed and leaned against my silver car, "Fine. A month, at the most. And then I'm gone."

Damien smiled in approval and opened up the passenger side, gently placing my things into the back seat, "Then let's go, I'll tell you how to get there."

The outside of the apartments looked a lot better than the apartments that I was living in. There was an actual entrance with a lobby, with plants and red carpets. A nice lady sat behind the front desk, neatly stacking papers into the filing cabinet to her left. Damien waited in the car as I walked up to the front desk.

"Um..." I cleared my throat and leaned against the counter, tapping my palms against the surface.

"Can I help you?" She asked sweetly, looking up from her papers, grinning at me.

"I want an apartment, or at least to look at one." I smiled back at her, "My friend recommended this place to me, so."

"Can I have your name?" She placed her hands onto the keyboard that was connected to the computer.

"It's (Y/N) (L/N)." I answered. She seemed to smile even wider, adjusting her glasses that rested on the brim of her nose, "You're (Y/N)?"

"Yes?"

"We've had an apartment ready for you for months. We were starting to wonder when you were going to move in." She giggled. The lady turned around in her chair and grasped the only key that hung onto the wall, sliding into over to my side of the counter. Confused, I swiped the keys and pressed the cold metal into my palm, "What? I haven't applied for one, I don't understand."

"Someone came in here a long time ago and asked for an apartment under your name. And then they left, and never came back. I thought it was strange. But the owner, Mr. Damien said that we couldn't just get rid of an owned apartment, even if they never came back for it. But someone has been making the payments on it."

I nodded slowly and turned away from her, heading back out to my car.

Damien jumped up from the passenger seat, crossing his arms over the roof, smiling, "Did you see them? You liked it?"

"Apparently, I already have an apartment." I huffed and grabbed my bag from the back seat, "Wanna help me move in?"

The smile deepened across his face as he popped the hood, lugging the cardboard boxes on his hips.

The apartment was already furnished, and clothes were already lined in the closet. Very expensive and fancy looking clothes. They definitely weren't mine. But they were my size. I looked over at Damien, who was placing my books into the empty bookcase that was placed against the wall.

"Something wrong?" He asked.

"There's no way I'm going to be able to afford this apartment. Not with the job that I have."

"Didn't she say that someone was already paying the rent?" He responded, "I think you're covered. But if you're worried about it, you can always quit your job now, and work somewhere else."

"No one in there right mind is going to hire someone like me." I scoffed.

"With a criminal record?" He chuckled, "My company hires people like that. Well, that sounds bad, but we do. We think that everyone deserves a chance."

"How do you know about my record?" I questioned, "I didn't tell you that."

"The night at the bar." He sighed, " You were stealing for yourself in high school because your mom kicked you out. You had barely even stolen 10$ worth of food."

I rolled my eyes, "Besides the point. My job holds me just fine. So if I can't afford the apartment, clearly I shouldn't live here."

He sighed and opened the curtains, then laughing to himself.

"What's so funny?" I smiled.

He pointed out the window, over the hill, "You can see my manor from here."