Okay, so I want to make sure this is clear. The story starts out in the present, but then it becomes about Chuck remembering everything that leads up to the present. Just incase it's confusing.

Blood doesn't come off easily. You can scrub and scrub, but there always seems to be reminiscence of pink on your palms. It was like they were permanently stained. Even when all of it finally disappeared you could still see it. The red liquid dripping from your fingers.

Chuck sat on the bed in his hotel room. A chandelier hung above his head, and the sheets were silky Egyptian cotton, probably 1,000 thread count. But that was unimportant to Chuck, he paid no attention to what a fine life he had. It didn't matter anymore anyways. It was destroyed.

The fine hotel smelled of potpourri, with a hint of blood and scotch. Usually a story like this would happen with a guy sitting in a crappy Motel 6, or some shit. But this was Chuck Bass. Only the best, right?

He looked at his hands, lifeless. They were still pink, from blood. But he didn't just see the pink remains, he saw the dripping blood. The thick blood slipping off his hands. This vision would haunt him for the rest of his life.

He stood up from the bed, finally dropping his hands to his sides. He walked over to the other side. He crouched down next to Blair's face and kissed her forehead. He ran his hand over her tangled hair. She seemed peaceful lying there. Her eyes stayed close, and she didn't move. He wanted to put her under the blankets, but he was afraid to move her, she looked comfortable. So he got a blanket from the end of the bed and draped it over her.

Chuck was grim. No smile even began to touch his lips.

The worst thing imaginable had happened. It may not seem that way now, but it really was…the worst thing imaginable. To understand it all, you would have to go back to the beginning.

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"What?!" Blair screamed in his face.

"I'm sorry. Listen, I can just meet you there. It won't be a big deal, everything will work out fine." Chuck reassured her. He was scared a bit of the screaming petite brunette, but he showed no sign of it.

"Meet me there?!" She screamed again, "Do you remember last time you said you would meet me in Tuscany?! You never came! I'm not going to meet you there!"

"Okay, you're right, I'm sorry." He spoke softly and motioned with her hands to calm down, "I just have a business deal I need to do, in…Japan."

"Japan?! You just started running the company last month and you're going to Japan?!" Blair was in no way pleased that he would no longer be able to come with her on summer vacation.

"I know, I know. But Bass Industries is really important to me, and I need to do it. But you're also very important to me."

That softened her up a little, "Well then I want to come with you." she said with no warning, as if she had given it no thought.

"You want to come with me?"

"Yes, then after that we can go straight to France to see my dad, and just skip Tuscany." She walked forward towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Blair, did this just come to you or what? You're sure about this?" He looked down at her strangely.

"Yes I'm sure! It will all work out this way, I won't get left and we can spend time together. It'll be great."

"But you do realize I have to work some while we're there right?"

"Yes. I know." She rolled her eyes. "You're very serious about the business." She kissed his lips then pulled away to look at his eyes.

He pulled her body into, wrapping his arms around her and laid his lips on hers. Enveloping her in kisses.

That was how it all began…

Please review and tell me whether to continue or not, I'm still kind of shaky on this story.