Her Security ( The complete Security series)

Baby Sitting

DAMIANA

" No, mom I hate that stupid Gala I'm not going!"

" Your going Damiana, to respect your grandfather it was his prize Gala and is now named after him."

" I don't care, it isn't like I ever knew the man I don't want to go"

She sighs

" It's not up for discussion little girl go upstairs and get ready your brothers and sister will be here soon."

" Ugh, this is stupid"

It isn't that I hate the Gala per say it's the fact that it never fails every year someone brings up how my grandfather died. I hate hearing about it, I am so tired of pretending like it doesn't hurt every freaking year.

I sit at my vanity staring in the mirror as the tears fall someone knocks on the door.

" Come in if you must Frankie"

He smiles

" Pretty girls shouldn't cry Ana banana"

I smile turning around

" Where is the pretty one?"

He laughs

" He's working late he will meet us at the Gala, need help getting ready?"

I nod

" Always, big brother"

Frankie is a world renowned makeup artist and his fiance, Joey is a photographer.

He wipes my tears and starts doing my makeup, Morgan walks in and Frankie rolls his eyes and continues his work.

" I can't believe mom and dad made you marry the barbarian"

I laugh

" Yeah, that makes two of us"

He smiles

" There done, now the hair"

He gets to work on my hair straightening it and putting it in a flip half braid.

" Wolah, masterpiece done. Now go get dressed and meet us downstairs."

I nod and get up getting dressed, I walk in the bedroom from the closet and Morgan has his shirt off still, I notice a cross on his shoulder with Maddox on it and the birth and death days. I smile and sit on the bed.

He raises his eyebrow

" What are you doing?"

" Waiting for you, come on slowpoke"

He rolls his eyes

" Don't start tonight Dami you know I hate Galas"

" We could skip it"

" And have your mom kill us both nah, I'm good."

He puts on his shirt and and finishes getting dressed then looks at me.

" Ready Princess?"

I nod

" Guess so"

I grab my clutch and we walk out the door. We head downstairs and Frankie whistles, not sure if it was for me or for Morgan. I smile and laugh to myself at the thought.

We all head to the Gala I hug the waiting Joey and we head inside. It doesn't take long for people to start bringing up my Grandfather. As the time goes on it gets more and more unbearable.

My mother gets on the stage before the dinner service

" As most of you know this Gala is in honor of my father, 21 years ago he saved my life. He gave up love and a great woman to save what Maliki and I had. I got to see my kids grow up, for that I will always be thankful. Please enjoy the food and participate in the silent auction."

I wait a few minutes until dinner is served then walk to the bathroom. I grab the maximum amount of anxiety pills I am allowed at once, being four of them and sit on the counter trying to hold back my tears for a few more hours.

I guess I nodded of because someone splashes me in the face

" Wake the f*ck up Ana Banana mom is asking for you"

I sigh

" Please cover Frankie I can't do this tonight"

He rolls his eyes

" And what do I do with the Barbarian outside?"

" Just tell him I'm sick or something I don't know"

" I will deal with mom, but your husband that is all on you"

I nod and he walks out, I stare at the door knowing Morgan will be coming in. Soon I start nodding off to sleep again

MORGAN

I waited a few minutes after Frankie left the bathroom to go in. Damiana is on the counter leaned against the mirror passed out.

" SH*T"

I walk over draping my suit jacket over her and scooping her up.

" Dami, Dami what happened what did you take?"

" Clutch"

I grab her clutch and walk out the door carrying her to the Limo, I text Ki that she isn't feeling well so I am taking her home. I carry her up the stairs and to the bedroom. I'm not sure her big skin routine she does so I just wipe off her makeup and change her into one of my shirts and some shorts. As I slide on the shorts I notice a cross on her back the remembrance cross it has an old date then her birthday. Why would she have her birthday on there?

I lay her down and pull her to my chest to make sure she keeps breathing. Not sure when I fell asleep but she startles me awake as she jumps up screaming.

"WHAT THE F*CK?"

I just stare at her

" What did you take Dami?"

" My prescription what else?"

" How much?"

" The max, why does that matter why the hell was I on your chest and why the hell am I wearing your shirt?"

" Dami, you over dru*ged yourself I thought you where going to die"

"Not f*cking dead Mo did you seriously undress me?"

" Yes I did, Dami why do you have a remembrance cross with your birthday on it?"

" For remembrance obviously"

" Why Dami"

" Because it was the day he died for me because of me and that stupid Gala and my mom's stupid speeches make me regret my life every f*cking year."

I walk over wrapping her in a hug

" Dami, do you really blame yourself for that?"

Her tears fall on my chest

" How can I not?"

" Oh Damiana"

I pick her up and carry her back to bed she rolls over the pillow wall and I destroy it. Pulling her back to my chest.

" Mo what are you doing?"

"It's just one night Dami you shouldn't have to comfort yourself."

" I'm use to it Morgan"

" No your use to numbing yourself to oblivion Dami just try to sleep please."

Her tears fall on my chest until she finally passes out. Now I understand why she takes the medicine but I need to talk to her about the dosage. She scared the crap out of me tonight I didn't think I would spend the night babysitting Damiana Maryanne Owens.