Why The Hell Are You Here?!

I waited up for Damon to walk through the door like he always did at five in the evening. But he didn't. I could feel myself getting anxious as I waited for a text or a call. I even sent a few myself to check in on him to see if he was okay. I got no response.

I decided to call his office. If Stacey was still around surely she would have some information she could give. I waited as the phone rang and rang. As I was about to give up hope and hang up her voice came through.

"Tipton Enterprises, how can I help you?" Stacey asked in a pleasant and professional tone.

"Stacey, it's me. I haven't heard from Damon and I was wondering if he was caught up in something." I spoke quickly.

"Oh he's uh-" She began but stopped herself. "I was told to tell you he was in a meeting if you called. But I don't feel right doing that. I really don't know where he went but he left here at around one in the afternoon."

"I see." I appreciated the fact she was being honest with me.

"Kaydence." She lowered her voice. "He told me not to tell you but he's only gotten worse so I think you should know. He threw out the pills and had me cancel all further appointments with his therapist. At first it seemed he was alright but now he spends a lot of time in his office and when he is in meetings he's very short with clients."

I let out a low sigh. "I know Stacey. I talked to the doctor myself today. Since Damon wants to keep secrets your confession can be ours. I don't want you to deal with the repercussions of me finding out."

"Okay." I could tell in her voice she was on edge.

"If he goes back or if you hear anything please let me know." I requested.

"Of course." She responded.

I hung up the phone and could feel the anger stir inside of me. He was off doing god knows what right now. I wanted to be here for him but it seemed all he was doing was distancing himself more and more. I couldn't take this. We were talking about this and it was going to be tonight. I didn't care anymore about him admitting it himself. He was getting confronted when he walked in the door.

A few more hours passed. I got a few texts here and there from Martin checking in. He was beginning to worry about Damon himself. At this point it was about eleven at night. Martin refused to go to bed until he knew everything was okay with me.

Finally I heard the movement of the knob on the front door. My heart started beating harder in my chest. I could feel my palms get slightly sweaty as I began to get nervous more and more. This was it. It was time for him to own up to what he did.

I heard footsteps, but not just one set. Two. "Come on man." I heard a voice speak. A voice that made my blood run cold. He wasn't supposed to be here. Martin sent him away.

I stood up from the couch and Damon came stumbling in as he used Justin as support. My eyes grew wide with shock but it didn't last. The anger within me grew bigger and my blood was practically boiling. Damon was wasted and had Justin bring him here, to our home where our children were supposed to be!

"What the fuck is this?!" I shouted.

Damon's icy blue eye focused on me as he stumbled closer. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. "Love, calm down. You're supposed to be in bed."

"And you're supposed to be home!" My voice was raised with rage. My eyes moved from Damon and onto Justin. "And why the hell are you here?!"

"I can explain better when we get him to sit down or something." Justin answered as he struggled to help keep Damon standing.

Clearly my conversation with Damon wasn't going to be happening tonight. Seeing him with Justin proved how far this had gone. He had sunk low and I couldn't be more angry with him. He better have a damn good reason for this one.

"Fine." I responded shortly. "Take him to the spare room so he can sleep off the alcohol. I can't stand to look at him right now."

"Would it be too much to ask for help?" Justin gave me a pleading look.

"Max!" I called out for the guard assigned to me. He came in quickly. "Help take Mr. Tipton up to the spare room please."

"Yes Ma'am." Max nodded and went to the other side of Damon.

I watched as Justin and Max carried my overly intoxicated husband up the stairs. I felt a mix of things right now. Frustrated, angry and disappointed were the top three. How could he do this? How could he go back on his word? I couldn't help but feel a little responsible, I should've talked to Dr. Henrie when my suspicions had first come about.

A few minutes passed and Justin returned with Max down the stairs. "We can talk now." He spoke as he approached me.

"Max, please stay in the room. Mr. Moore can't be trusted." I ordered.

"Yes Mrs. Tipton." Max nodded as he took a seat at a chair in the corner. His eyes were on Justin.

"Talk." I spoke as I stared daggers into Justin with my arms folded across my chest.

Justin let out a sigh as he tried to think of what to say. "I was going to leave, I swear. But then Damon called me to his office and we made a deal."

"What kind of deal?" My tone remained harsh.

"I don't know if I'm supposed to say." He seemed nervous about the repercussions he could face. He must've seen the worst of Damon these last few weeks.

"I don't give a shit Justin!" I shouted. "I have learned a lot of things today about my husband. No more god damn secrets, tell me what's going on!"

"He was going to help me find out who my real father is. In exchange I was helping him find leads and get information out of them." Justin explained. "We've been taking them to one of the warehouses to force information out."

"Why did you let him drink tonight?" I questioned.

"I didn't let him. He took me to the bar with him and he just kept taking drink after drink. He was frustrated because his last lead didn't work out." I could tell by his face Justin was answering honestly.

"Leave please." I demanded. "I can't deal with anymore of this tonight."

He nodded and left without a word.

I went up the stairs and cracked the door to the spare room I had stayed in when I came here. Damon was already passed out in bed. I shook my head disapprovingly and shut the door. He had gone way too far again. But this time I couldn't guarantee I'd give him any forgiveness.