The Musicians (Damian Wayne x reader)

83. Lucky

Warning: This chapter deals with substance abuse. Please don't read if you are sensitive to this topic.
~The Silver Angel

~~~Your point of view~~~
       You were on your way to Star City for a charity event. The moment you entered the city, you were reminded of the dark streets of Gotham. Unlike you, Olivia actually lived in the city. You arrived at your hotel and parked before heading inside to check into your room. You and Olivia were supposed to be performing for the Queen charity event. It was an extremely classy ordeal and you had planned to stay for a few days after to explore the city. You got ready for the event, curling your hair, doing your makeup, and putting on your fitted black dress and heels. You got in your car and headed to the venue. When you met Olivia there, she had flowed with confidence. Her red dress fit her splendidly and her hair was curled with not a strand out of place. She appeared to be the image of grace and happiness with a smile constantly planted on her lips.
       The event had been lovely with drinks and chatter among the wealthy people attending. You played an excessive amount of piano and Olivia sang, but towards the end of the night, you never saw her again after she had supposedly gone to the bathroom. In the end you had finished the gig playing piano and singing to make up for your missing partner. Your hands ached as you headed back to your hotel. You had decided to change into a pair of black jeans, a simple green cotton t-shirt, and a pair of sneakers before heading back because it would make driving much easier. As you drove down the road, you noticed a figure wandering towards the middle of the street in a long red dress. "Olivia?" You opened the window and called out, but she didn't seem to hear you. Her arms waved about, and she stumbled aimlessly through traffic. You watched in horror as cars swerved to avoid her. You pulled up as close as you could to her and hopped out of your car, grabbing the possibly intoxicated girl and loading her into the back seat. You smelled her breath, but couldn't find a trace of alcohol. This wasn't normal; there was something strange in Star City. You struggled to get her seatbelt on her before climbing into the drivers seat and heading down the street. You dialed Jason. "Hey what's up? I thought you were in Star City," he greeted.
"I am. Your roommate is an Arrow right?" you mumbled.
"Not exactly, but he has worked with them," Jason corrected. "Why? What's wrong?"
"Put him on. I need to find Green Arrow," you told him seriously.
It took a while, but you drove around a block in circles before Green arrow found you. He took one look at your friend before asking you to follow him. You parked and locked your car and grabbed your weapons from your trunk before following the hooded man who had flung Olivia over his shoulder and was now carrying her. He led you to an abandoned factory of sorts and placed her on a metal table. Olivia's eyes were glassy and unfocused as she pretended to be floating on the table. "What's wrong with her?" your voice cracked and you cursed it.
"She's taken a drug called vertigo and I need to get it out of her system. You watched as the man set up a blood transfusion, but neither of you knew what type she took. As you waited for him to find out, a blonde woman with glasses came in and stared at you.
"Oh my gosh! You're The Siren!" she gasped, gaping at you. "Are we just letting anyone in now?" She turned to the hooded man and noticed the passed out teen on the table. "Oh."
"Her friend took vertigo and we have to help her or she could die," the man in green responded. Your eyes flashed to Olivia. You couldn't hide your disgust of her current state. After all, your father had done drugs as well as drinking. He had beaten you and hurt you physically and emotionally. "You know someone who's gone through this don't you?"
"My father got high occasionally but drunk on a regular basis," you cringed at the thought of the man.
"How old are you?" the man asked, his voice seemed slightly rough.
"Sixteen," you answered, watching as he helped Olivia. The man nodded.
"You're quite talented for sixteen. You're the one who showed up the the league and managed to dodge everyone about a year ago? Then you called us to save people on a bridge?" You couldn't see his face, but you could tell he was curious.
"That's me," you sighed, worrying about Olivia. Should you try to talk to her if she wakes up? "If" seemed like such a scary word. Should you try to get her into rehab? She wouldn't have taken vertigo if she wasn't already having problems right?
"Your friend will be fine. When we're done here, you should take her to the hospital," Green Arrow instructed. You nodded. "And don't speak a word of this to anyone. Don't tell them that you were here. Just say you found her in the street."
"Don't worry. I'll keep your secret," you looked him in the eye.
"I have no doubt you will," he replied. The blonde woman watched the girl on the table silently before turning to the set of screens on the table and typing away.
It was hours after you got Olivia to the hospital that she woke up. She groggily glanced around the room before her eyes landed on you. "Where am I?" her voice croaked.
"The hospital," you responded grimly, rising to stand by her side. "I found you wandering in the street after the event that you disappeared from." Olivia wouldn't meet your eyes.
"Did my parents come?" she asked nervously. You shook your head and you could almost hear her sigh in relief. "They'd be so disappointed if they saw me right now. They'd ground me for life."
"Are your parents strict?" you wondered. She shook her head.
"No, they're great. Both have steady jobs and are really nice and supportive. They come home every night and we all eat dinner together," she mumbled, not looking at you.
"You're lucky," you sighed.
"You're the lucky one. You live with the Wayne family for crying out loud," she grumbled, clearly unhappy with your statement.
"I didn't always," you told her, grabbing her attention. "My mom died when I was young. I lived with my dad until maybe about eighth grade? He wasn't a great parent. He was an addict. He drank. He worked for a criminal. He beat me every time he was even remotely frustrated or upset or if I didn't do as I was told. That happened daily, and it didn't matter whether or not I was safe or healthy. I just had to survive until the next day. He made me work for the criminal myself until he was finally caught. That's when I moved in with the Wayne family. I didn't get lucky with family until I met Damian."
"Sorry, I didn't know," she looked down at her hands.
"Don't worry about me," you waved it off. "If I may, why did you do it? What made you start?"
"I'm honestly not sure. Neither of my parents do drugs. My older brother doesn't as far as I know. I just had a small bit at a party I went to and I was hooked. The girl who gave me my first taste told me all the celebrities did it at some point. There wouldn't be any harm in me doing it and that it would be the best thing I'd ever try. I thought just this once I'll do it then I'll stop, but it didn't turn out that way," Olivia used her hands to cover her face. "Any pictures in the news?"
"I'm not sure," you responded. "I haven't seen any, but we're not going to focus on that right now. You need help, no matter what the papers say tomorrow morning. If you start soon, you have a chance to help yourself."
"I know, but I can't! I've tried," she sobbed into her hands. You moved forward and handed her a tissue box.
"I can't say I know what you're going through, but I know you can do it Olivia. You have a loving family and friends who will help you," you tried to assure her.
"My parents are probably going to be furious with me," she cried, gasping for air as tears streamed down her cheeks.
"Whether or not they are, I'll help you. Okay?" You brushed her bangs away from her face. "If you do decide to seek help, I'll take every step with you. I'll call you before your meetings, after your meetings. If you feel like you need to talk to someone, you can call me."
"Thanks (Y/n)," she pulled you close to her for a hug which you gladly gave. You wanted to help her. You wanted to make sure she wouldn't lose control like your dad. You didn't want her to hurt those closest to her either. Someone knocked on the doorframe. You looked up to see a tall, thin blond man with blue eyes and a mustache dressed in work attire. He held a vase of flowers in one hand and a teddy bear in the other. "Hey Dad," Olivia mumbled softly.
       "Hey sweetheart," the man smiled slightly. "Can we come in?" Olivia nodded. Behind him came a shorter woman. Her hair was dirty blonde, unlike her husband's bright golden locks, and her eyes were more of a green color and she wasn't as thin. She had brought some balloons and a box with snacks. She looked like she had been crying which was completely understandable. A young man followed her quietly. He was taller than Olivia's mom but not as tall as her dad, but his thin figure matched perfectly. He had sandy blond hair and green-blue eyes.
       "My baby!" The woman you assumed was Olivia's mom cried out. "Are you okay?"
       "What kind of question is that mom? She's clearly not okay," the young man teased.
       "Oh hush Cody," the lady gently whacked the back of his head.
       "Thank you for helping our Olivia," the dad turned to you and suddenly pulled you into a hug.
       "Of course," you flashed a small smile.
       "Mom, Dad, this is (Y/n)," Olivia introduced. "She's the one who found me."
       "This is the nice singer girl you talk about?" The mom asked, making you laugh nervously.
       "Mom!" Olivia blushed slightly.
       "Nice to meet you," you nodded to the woman who also pulled you into a hug. You were taller than her, but it didn't seem to make a difference. You hugged her back.
       "Thank you for saving my baby," she cried.
"Think nothing of it Mrs.—uhh," you turned to Olivia, realizing you didn't have her last name.
"Lloyd, dear," the woman responded.
"Thank you, and I'm just happy Olivia is safe Mrs. Lloyd," you assured her.
"We can't thank you enough," Mr. Lloyd told you. He had set the flowers on the table and the teddy bear next to Olivia. Her mom placed the balloons next to her bed. You had to admit that they lightened up the room.
"Thanks to (Y/n)," Olivia sighed shakily, "I decided I'm going to find someone to go to for help." Big smiles grew on her family's faces.
"That's excellent Olivia!" her father cheered, gently pulling her in for a hug.
"You're not mad at me?" Olivia stared in a state of shock.
"Oh baby, we aren't mad at you," her mom placed her hands on Olivia's. "We were worried about you. We just want you to be safe, healthy, and happy."
"Thanks Mom, thanks Dad," Olivia sat up and hugged her parents. Cody moved from the corner of the room and joined the hug. Olivia was extremely lucky to have such a great family.