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Blair woke up the next morning in Mort's bed. The two had fought over who would get it.

Flashback

" No you take it!" Mort yelled pointing to the bed, " I'll sleep downstairs on the couch!"

" No I'll sleep on the couch!" Blair yelled stamping her foot on the ground.

" You take the bed!"

" No you!"

"No you!"

" No you!"

" You take the bed and that's that. Don't make me hurt you." Mort said crossing his arms over his chest.

" What ever Morty boy. Goodnight" Blair lied down on the bed and fell asleep.

End Flashback

Blair stretched her stiff body. She went over to her bag that was at the edge of her bed. She dug though it and finally found her change of clothes. She quickly changed and stuffed your night cloths back in her bag. Then she went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth. She went into the bedroom and brushed out her dark brown hair. Then she grabbed your bag, then walked downstairs. When she got to the bottom she saw a tried Mort sitting up on the couch.

" Morning." Blair said with a smile. He looked over at her and smiled back.

" Morning." Mort said with a yawn.

" Well Mort I better go home I have to send my story to Josh today." Blair said rejoicing the bag on your shoulder. Mort looked disappointed, but nodded, " Thanks for every thing Mort. See ya later."

" Bye Blair." Mort whispered after you had already left.

Blair walked out the door and went behind the house to where her car was. She drove over to her house and parked her car in the driveway. She walked up to the front door and pulled out her key. She slowly opened the wooden door, see nothing different she walked in and shut the door behind her. She put her bag on the stairs, being to tired to unpack her stuff right now. Then she saw something outside from the corner of her eye.

" I bet its Sam again. He seems to like coming over here." Blair said walking out the back door. The second she took a step away from the door she was pinned painfully to the cold hard ground. She looked up at the reason she was on the ground, when she saw whom it was she gasped. There above her was that two timing bastard Travis.

" I thought you were in California." Travis said. He had a hand on ether side of her head and his legs were pinning hers.

" Get the hell off of me!" Blair yelled struggling to get away.

" Not unless you come back with me. Come on you know you want to be with me again." Travis said with a smirk.

" I rather die then go back with you!" Blair yelled searching around her with her hands to find something to help her. She found something, but she couldn't see what because she didn't want Travis to know what she was doing. But at this point she didn't care what it was as long as it got him off of her. She gripped it tightly for some reason holding it in her hand made you feel a lot better, " You're a bastard!" She brought the object up and it made contact with the side of his head. His body fell off her. She looked down at him and gasped seeing that the object was a screwdriver. It was impaled in his head, making a crimson pool of blood forming under him. She could believe what she just did, yes she hated him, but she just killed him. She quickly got up and ran across the street to Mort's. She banged on the door. Soon the door opened and there stood a surprised Mort.

" Blair what's wrong?" Mort asked seeing her glossed eyes. She didn't answer, she just buried her face in Mort's chest as tears fell freely from her eyes. Mort was a little taken back by this, but soon he put his arms around her, " It's ok I'm here. Come inside and tell me what wrong." She let him lead you into the living room and both of them sat down on the couch, " Now what's wrong?"

" Well you see. I went right home after leaving here and after I put my stuff in the house I saw something outside. I went outside thinking maybe it was Sam, but it wasn't him. It was my ex Travis. He pinned me to the ground saying he would let me go if I promise come back to him. Of course I wouldn't do that, so I looked for something to knock him out with or something like that, but I couldn't see what I grabbed and it turned out to be a screwdriver. I stabbed him in the head with it." Blair said as more tears fell from her face, " To be honest I'm not upset that he's dead, but the fact that I did it and now I'll probably go jail."

" It's ok. I'll help you." Mort said drying her tears.

Mort: I feel so sorry for her, she shouldn't have to go though all of this I hope I can help her. Next time- Admitting the truth. Hope to see you there.