The girl was suffering but he couldn't let her go. Little Jacob needed mom and she was the only hope. Damon couldn't stand anymore watching how his five-years-old son cried his eyes out every night. He wanted his mom but she was gone and would never come back.

Lucy passed away a year ago and still Damon couldn't get over her death, neither could Jacob and Layla was the only option because she looked like her. Blue eyes, brown curly hair, cute nose and pale skin. He knew that Layla could help Jacob and take place of a mother in his life but she didn't look like the one who would agree to do that. 

"We don't have much  time left Brooke" Damon heard Chris' voice

"We can't leave Damon, Chris." Brooke answered, her voice cold as usual "And you know that he needs money" 

  "I don't care about Damon. I love you Brook and I will do anything to save your life. Let me take care of you, just let me be a good boyfriend and save you. Please" 

Damon's face heated up as he heard Chris' words. So they wanted to leave him? He wouldn't give up that easily.

Grabbing Layla's one arm he dragged her to the basement. The girl struggled in his arm, trying to escape but she had no chance. She tried to scream but her voice was too weak and instead ended up coughing dryly. 

This was so fucked up

"I'm sorry" Damon cried as he pushed Layla in one of the rooms in the basement. "I need you" tears were steaming down his cheeks. Locking the door he slid down on the wall and crawled in the ball.

Was he crazy?

He might've been

Layla was shocked and scared. Never has she ever seen someone so strong and cold-hearted as Damon crying in front of the girl. There was this urge of comforting him she felt but fought against it. The guy was bipolar and who knows what could happen.

"Why me?" Layla whispered "Why can't you just let me go?"

But she got no response.

In fact Damon pulled out a small paper out of his pocket and stared at it sadly.

"Because I need to save my son" he sad and started to approach her.

Layla distanced herself away from him but Damon got closer and showed her the picture.

"That's my son Lee, he's five" Damon breathed while running his hands through his hair

The girl looked down at the picture of blonde boy being sprawled in Damon's hands as they both smiled. The moment was heartwarming and you could not tell that they were unhappy.

"It's been a year since his mother died and I can do nothing to help him. Every night he cries and sometimes sees nightmares where she's leaving him all alone" tugging at the roots of his hair he stands up, grabbing the random thing and smashing it against the wall "If he keeps it like that, he might get sick and I can't do anything against it!" 

Layla only listened, not daring to say a word. In that moment she knew that she felt bad for Damon. He was not a monster at all, just too broken to be healed again.