A/N: New story. I know I should be working on my Supernatural fanfictions, but this idea wouldn't let me. (: Enjoy!
Walk Away
Just because I'm hurting, doesn't mean I'm hurt-Coldplay
Serena stood, the tears still falling down her face. After four years, she was back here, with the same problem as before, only this time it wasn't her brother. The pain in her heart felt like too much to bear. Blair would be okay; Blair would pull through. She always did. She still couldn't grasp the enormity of what Blair had tried to accomplish. Why hadn't she come to her? Why hadn't Blair confided all those negative feelings to her? Why wasn't she a good enough best friend? Blair always was so happy, so bubbly…evil and vindictive at times, but there was always a strong life force inside of her. Now…now she might not even make it through the night, and the thought terrified Serena.
One Day Earlier
"You are sacred to me!" Dan froze when he heard those words leave Chuck's mouth. His gaze immediately settled on Blair, who—if possible—had gone whiter than her porcelain skin should be able to. Her brown pools showed the depth of what those words coming out of Chuck Bass' mouth showed the utter pain and heartbreak within her soul and heart. Blair was breaking, Dan realized. The strongest woman he knew, the Queen of Constance, the most manipulative, spoiled, self-centered, loyal friend he had, was breaking from the inside out. "Blair…" he whispered to her, panic in his voice as he realized that she might just crash to the floor without warning.
The arguing couple was leaving the room now, but after those words had been uttered both Dan and Blair had tuned them out. It wasn't until after the echoing footsteps had been silenced did Blair move. She felt sick, dirty, used. Those words once uttered to her, floated back to her mind: You're like on of my dad's Arabians, rode hard, and put away wet. Was she supposed to feel this way? As if everything she was, everything she stood for didn't mean anything? She needed to forget, she needed to purge Chuck Bass from her life, from her heart, and only one way came to mind.
Dan was shocked at how quickly Blair leapt from the room. He was unable to follow her once she hit the party, but he kept his frantic gaze searching for her beauty. That's when he saw Chuck, standing there talking to someone—Dan didn't really care who—and the anger boiled over. Chuck hurt Dan's friend. Someone it had taken years for Dan to develop a friendship with. He didn't know what came over him as he strutted towards Chuck, one intend in mind: Pain. "Hey, Bass." He called out, trying to keep the hatred from seeping into his voice.
Chuck turned and rolled his eyes when he saw Dan Humphrey walking towards him. Perhaps it was the pain of loosing Raina too that made him dismiss the look of rage in Humphrey's eyes. Big mistake. "What do you need Humphrey? Can't you tell I'm busy?" the annoyance was evident in his voice, as it always was when he spoke to the insect from Brooklyn.
"Good, then lets get to the point." Dan growled towards Chuck. Next think Chuck felt was pain spreading through his jaw while Humphrey's fist collided with it. "That," Humphrey emphasized, "was for Blair."
Dan pulled out his phone, not even worrying about a counter attack because Chuck was still rubbing his jaw. Dan knew it was a lot to bet on that when Chuck heard his frantic call to Serena, he wouldn't retaliate. "Hey Serena, have you seen Blair recently?" he asked, the look of panic in Chuck's eyes proving Dan right. Chuck wouldn't hurt him if it meant that he could get information on his ex-love.
"No Dan, she and I got into a fight. Is everything ok?" he let out a sigh.
"Serena, she found some…"what was the right word? "Stuff out tonight, I think she's in a lot of pain. I lost her in the crowd but it looked like she was headed to the bathroom?" he said. "Will you go and—"
"Shit!" Serena exclaimed before hanging up. Please Blair, don't do this. Serna pleaded with her best friend mentally. Blair couldn't relapse, not now. She was finally in a good place in her life! When Serena opened the bathroom door, she knew her friend was in trouble. The room reeked of vomit. She found her best friend huddled on the ground next to one of the stalls. The tear marks were still fresh on her face, the sobs still racking her body.
"Oh, B. What happened?" Serena asked, pained at the way her best friend was laying there, so broken looking.
"Everything's wrong." Blair whispered, closing her eyes. She felt numb, surreal almost. She didn't even realize Serena was pulling her cell phone out. Blair didn't care anymore. There was nothing to care about. What had taken her years to pull out of that mother Chucker, he had said to another girl in months. Her heart hurt through the numbing and she could hear Serna's panicked voice in the background.
"I found her Dan. She's in bad shape. I need your help. I'm calling Nate. He'll meet us at her place." The sound of buttons clicking reached her ears. Should she care that Nate was being called? She couldn't tell…she couldn't feel.
"Nate? Thank god, it's Blair, she…Nate she's relapsed. I need your help. Meet me at her place." Serena hung up before Nate could ask her any more questions. She shifted over to her best friends side, helping to pull her up to her wobbly feet. "Oh Blair." She whispered to her best friend. She helped walk Blair out of the ladies room, when Dan appeared next to them. He put an arm around Blair waste, caring most of her weight so that Serena could shush and whisper encouraging words into her best friends. Words that they both knew landed on deaf ears.
Chuck watched as Dan left him after calling Serena. His first urge was to follow, but he knew he had to play his cards right. He watched as Humphrey answered another call and then made a beeline towards the women's restroom. No, please God no. he thought as he watched Serena emerge with an abnormally pale and sickly looking Blair Waldorf, practically leaning on the blonde for support. Jealously flared in his gut as he watched Dan place his arm around Blair's waist to help leave the party. He found himself following until he got the text from Nate. The one text that he realized meant he was out of her life. She didn't want him to be there while she went through this, but she wanted Daniel fricken Humphrey, Serena Vander Woodsen, and damn Nate Archibald.
Emergency, have to help Serena and Dan with something. Be home sometime tomorrow. –N
He needed a drink.
A/N: I live off of reviews, just sayin(; I know the begging sounds a little Dair, but i promise it is Chair! and yes, i did feel some slight satisfaction with having Chuck get punched for saying that stuff to Raina. Just saying. Once again, reviews=lifeline(;