THE SECRETS THAT CAN DESTROY US
Will the secrets that Blair and Jack are keeping destroy each of them or will one of them find the happy ending that have sacrificed everything for. Starts at the end of 2.15 when Blair tells Chuck that she is done that she believed in him and his father believed in him, that he was the only one who didn't believe in himself. How far did Blair go to bring him back from the edge and what has she sacrificed, and what did Jack do to get everything that he wanted? Not Jack friendly. This is my first story, any input is greatly appreciated.
As the elevator door closed with the pink bouquet on the floor, Chuck felt his heart break even more as he also heard Blair sink to the floor in tear on the other side of the door, and he swore he could hear her mumbling "I gave everything for you. Why couldn't you believe? Why couldn't you trust me and not him, of everyone, why did it have to be him?"
"What is she talking about? What have I done? And how do I get her back? I'm Chuck Bass. We are Chuck and Blair, we destroy each other, but we still.., No, no it is just an infatuation, but still, I need her," these are the thoughts that raced through Chuck's mind as the elevator slowly descended from Blair Penthouse apartment. He had to find a way, to fix this and to get back his company, and then Blair would see, she would know that he does believe and he can work for something and than she will take him back, she just has to. "Damn his Uncle Jack. He will get what is coming to him. How could I have been so stupid to not see it? He played on my insec… no not insecurities, my vices, yes we will say vices, yes; because Bass's don't have insecurities it just doesn't work like that. Man, all this sober thinking is giving me a headache," with that thought Chuck left Blair's building and climbed into his waiting limo, headed to Victrola to forget this whole disaster of a day.
Meanwhile, back up in Blair apartment we find her crumbling on the floor. "What have I done? He finally came to me, he looked together, he looked sorry. It just can't last, I know that now. Why couldn't he have the faith in me? Why is Jack's influence and pull so much stronger that mine? He will never understand, never side with me he'll believe Jack's lies and the way he spins them. It is better this way. This way he never needs to know what kind of disgusting person I am, how low I have crawled and sunk, because I couldn't let him go. I had to have him here, and because of that I will never have him."
Slowly she picks her self up from the floor and heads into her bathroom, and sits in front of her mirror. Staring into the mirror she says, "Look at you, you're a whore. It's better this way, because he would never want you if he knew." With those words she picked up the brush that was sitting right in front of her and threw it at the mirror with all the force she had left in her and as the brush hit the mirror it shattered into millions of pieces, some of which cut hundreds of tiny little cuts along her arm. As she stared again into the mirror she smiled because now what she saw in the mirror matched the broken distorted girl she felt she was. She sat like that for a few minutes thinking about how the tiny cuts for that split second had taken her away from her problems, even if it was for just a nano-second, and it felt good not feel it, with that thought she realized how scary her thoughts were and how much she just didn't care, and with that she got up and performed her now nightly routine in front of her porcelain thrown. She hated her self more each time she did it, but it was the only way to bring balance. The only way to get rid of him and make herself feel slightly less tainted from a certain elder Bass, she couldn't even think his name right now without the urge to purge everything from her stomach. He was a sick and perverted man who twisted her love, devotion, and need for Chuck to his advantage. He preyed on it everyway he could, never letting her forget that New Years Eve, and the deal she struck with the Devil himself to save the love of her life from destroying himself through his grief and downward spiral, ironically as she struck the deal she didn't realize she would be trading one destroyed life for another, at the time she was too over confident and thought she could handle it. She didn't realize just how fragile both hers and Chuck's hearts and sanity really were, because after the roof top she could never let him know. It was better to let him go now, and save what little there was to save in either than to let Jack destroy what she had sacrifices every inch of her soul for, to save Chuck. With that thought she picked herself up, avoiding the shattered mirror as she stumbled through the broken glass, cutting her feet, from her bathroom and into her bed and proceeded to crawl in still bleeding and broken, to cry herself to sleep.
Across town at Bass headquarters, we find Jack Bass with two very scantily clad models having a celebratory party in Bart's old office. "Cheers, to me ladies. I have finally gotten everything that I have ever wanted, and now I just have to make my ownership and leadership of Bass Enterprises permanent," Jack said as he clinked glasses with the two scantily clad. "Mr. Bass we make you feel good, we help you celeberate?" one of Jack's companions for the night asked. "Yes, you have earned every minute of this celebration ladies, because without you help this night would not be nearly as sweet," Jack told the girls who had conveniently been both with him now and previously strewn across his highly high and intoxicated nephew. Jack thought to himself, "It was too easy some correctly places words and just the right amount of GHB and the kid did and believed any thing I said or set up for him to fall into. The push back into his little Coke habit didn't hurt either." Tonight, it was good to be Jack Bass, and all that was left to do was to make sure that Chuck stayed incompetent in the eyes of the Board and the things he did to achieve his place atop Bass Enterprises were kept secret. He did have one secret concerning a certain brunette that if spun correctly could guarantee his place atop his brother's company and with that thought he continued with his little celebration with his companions for the evening.
Should I continue? Please remember this is my first story and any input that you have would be greatly appreciated.