Two weeks had flown by, and still I went unnoticed. My mother had altered my dress a little so it now had one off the shoulder strap. The Beamon necklace from Chuck went perfectly along with a pair of my own diamond drop earrings that I had left here when I ran. They were an original from Harry Winston. Worth quite a bit.

I had my hair down and my makeup by 6:45 and the ball started at 7 sharp. I planned on coming a bit late. This year, they had decided to change things, which was a bad idea in my opinion. To make things better they decided to try and see if a masked ball would generate more reviews. To my dismay, my mother loved the idea and spent days trying to find the perfect mask to match my dress. She did eventually. It was a pale blue that matched the dress perfectly with the side having metal décor coming out and swirling around my cheek and forehead. She had the cheap crystals replaced with diamonds and sapphires. I looked amazing in the whole outfit.

"I'm leaving mom!" I called to her.

"Have fun" she called back. I grabbed my diamond clutch and walked to the elevator. I stepped on and pressed the ground level button.

I had called a limo and it was waiting for me outside. My invite was tucked in my clutch along with a cell phone and other things. The limo was a black one, very nondescript. It was now exactly 7. There was traffic too. I closed my eyes and calmed myself down. I was so nervous.

Twenty minutes later and we had arrived. I placed the mask on my face and stepped out of the open door. The ball was in full swing. I could hear laughing and dancing going on inside. I picked up my skirt and started walking to the door. There was the same old lady there that would check the invites for crashers. She scanned mine once and twice and then opened the door. Instead of going straight to the dance floor, I climbed the stairs to put my clutch and wrap in the closet. I checked my reflection once more.

My dress hung perfectly on my curves. My luscious chocolate curls were bouncy and shiny, like they used to be. The mask hid my identity perfectly. And my bruises had healed in the last week. The only reminder was the constant nightmares that plagued me and bruising from when he raped me violently. I shuddered at the memory. I looked back to my reflection. The earrings shined in the light and the necklace went perfect with everything. I smiled to myself and left.

I walked ever so slowly to the stairs. The lights were dimmed and a slow song was playing. Boys in tuxedos twirled girls in puffy dresses around in perfection. Old and young, all the prominent families were here. Except mine, because my mother claimed she didn't want to go. Cyrus and she were watching a movie.

I could see Serena dancing with Dan in the middle. Her purple mask matching her dress well perfectly. Lily danced with Rufus, each wearing gold masks. Jenny was dancing at the moment with Erik. Her mask was orange, and his was pink. I didn't see Chuck anywhere. Nate and Vanessa were dancing in the corner, well mostly cuddling. I walked slowly down the steps and quickly out of sight. I was nervous all of a sudden. My heart was erratic and my palms were sweaty. But I didn't know why. But then I did.

It was like his presence scared me. I knew when he was around now, like when you knew someone was leering at you or mentally undressing you. George stood in the corner, dressed in a stunning tuxedo. I knew it was him, even in the mask. He looked sober and happy almost like the old George. And then he caught my eye. He stood up straighter and walked over. He smiled charmingly, or what was supposed to be charming.

"George Smithson Jr." he said.

"Not interested." No matter how good he looked, I would never forget what he did to me. Never in a thousand years. The venom in my voice must have alerted him that it was me.

"Blithe?" he asked. Or gasped really.

"In the f**king flesh" I growled. His eyes blazed for a moment before he grabbed my wrist, so fast that I didn't notice it. He dragged me to corner near where Serena, Lily, Jenny and Vanessa were dancing with their partner. They didn't notice me though. This wasn't good.

"I though you left?" he asked.

"Let go, it hurts" I begged. His hand was grounding into my wrist.

"Tell me why you're still here" he said.

"No!" I shouted at him. Not very loudly though. I didn't want to make this type of scene.

"You want me back, don't you? That's why you still were my ring" he accused. The ugly ring sat on my finger still, along with my pinky ring.

"I'd never take you back" I said in a low voice.

"Admit it, admit you liked it rough" he leaned closer to me.

"Rough?" I was shocked. "Rape and assault isn't rough, it's illegal" I told him. Was he mentally stable? Insane maybe?

"You loved it" he breathed. He was less then an inch away. He was closing in. I tried to back away, but his arms pinned mine down. I was leaning on the wall. No one was noticing this. No one cared. His lips met mine, and he bit down hard. He pulled back and smirked at me. He dipped down again, but this time it was I who bit him. He gasped and pulled back.

"You little bitch" he growled and raised his hand to hit me, "You're going to pay" he said. I shut my eyes, but the blow never came. Instead I heard gasps of shock and the sounds of wrestling. I opened my eyes to see George being wrestled by a man with a blue mask and blue bow tie. His face wasn't to me though. Security was coming now. I had to intervene.

"Stop it George!" I yelled.

"You whore, you want him to win" he screamed back. George punched my savior in the jaw, and he stumbled to the ground. George took this as a chance to jump on him and wrestle him on the ground. I stepped in and tried to pry George's hands off the mans neck. Security eventually got a hold of the fight, and held George down, along with the other man.

"You both are being arrested for crashing the ball" one of them said.

"Wait, he was just helping me though" I cried out. George became enraged at this and broke free of the captor. He managed to slap me before they got a grip on him again. The damage was done though. I fell to the ground in what seemed like slow motion. My dress flying beneath me, my hair whipping around my face, and my mask slipping off and landing on the floor with a soft bang. One of the men rushed to me.

"Are you alright?" he asked frantically.

"Yes, thank you" I said. He helped me off the ground. I bent down and brushed off my gown.

"Can you answer a few questions just so we know you're alright?" he asked. I nodded. I looked to where George was being cuffed, but he stared right at me. My savior was icing his face on a chair no less then three feet away.

"What's today?" he asked.

"December 18, the Debutante ball" I answered.

"Who's the president?" he asked.

"Obama" I answered.

"You seem alright, do you feel okay?" he asked.

"Yes, thank you" I replied again. He nodded and walked away. I however walked to where the police were questioning George and others. He was in handcuffs.

"She'll tell you it wasn't my fault" George was saying, or yelling.

"Sir, we all saw you slap the young lady, she obviously won't" one officer said. "Ah, here she is now" he turned to me.

"Do you know this man, ma'am?" he asked.

"I'm sorry sir, I don't" I answered. "I met him today when he tried to kiss me, I tried to push him away, but he pinned me to the wall. He bit my lip, and then I bit his. That man over there saved me from being punch a first time" I told them.

"She's lying, she's my fiancée!" he protested. "Tell the truth Blithe" he commanded.

"My name's not Blithe" I answered, pretending to be confused.

"Can I see your I.D?" he asked.

"It's in my bag upstairs, you can get it." I handed him the ticket. He nodded and left. This left me, George, and only one other officer. I hummed quietly.

"You're very lucky Mr. Bass was passing by and saw you" The officer said suddenly.

"Mr. Bass?" I asked shocked. Was it Chuck who saved me. I looked back to where my savior had been sitting, and there sure enough was his family, Nate and Vanessa talking to him.

"Yes, oh and I believe this is yours" he said and handed me my mask. I gingerly put it back on.

"Thank you" I said as the other officer came back down.

"Her names not Blithe, her I.D checks out. That means your going to jail mister Smithson" he said. "Thank you for your time, ma'am" they tipped their hats and dragged George away. I took several deep breathes and walked over to Chuck and everyone else. They looked up to see who it was. Only Chuck wasn't here anymore.

"Could you tell me where Mr. Bass went?" I asked quietly. "I need to thank him" I added.

"He went to the rooftop" Nate said.

"Thank you" I replied and took off before they could notice the similarities between Blair, Blithe and I. I took the stairs two at a time. I was out of breath by the time I reached the top. I opened the door slowly. The sight scared me. Chuck was sitting on the edge, sobbing it seemed. He didn't notice the door quietly opening and closing. I crept slowly towards him. He seemed to be talking to himself.

CPOV

Tonight was the stupid ball thing. I didn't even want to go. I had no date either, but that didn't bug me much. I dressed in a normal black tux with a blue bow tie that matched my blue mask. Who came up with this anyway?

I arrived half an hour late, so I crept up the stairs to grab a drink and survey the dance floor. I sat on a window bench, the same one that was under the window Blair and Nate had hooked up after the ball years ago. Sighing I sat up again and prepared to go back down to the arty. Serena said she'd save a dance for me.

I descended the stairs quietly and slowly. Just as I was at the bottom a flash of pale ice blue caught my eye. It was a dress that was stunning, but was being crushed into a wall. Great, everyone here has someone to love, someone to ravish against a wall when bored, like I used to. I heard the man gasp and hurl back.

"You little bitch" he growled softly. "You're going to pay" I acted as fast as I could. I knew that once I saw his hand raise and get ready to hit the poor woman that this wasn't a couple making out, enjoying the party. No, this man was forcing the girl in the beautiful ice blue almost silver dress. I jumped on him and tackled him to the ground. We rolled around and tried to punch each other. I could people in the background calling for help, and forming a circle around us.

"Stop it George!" A frail voice yelled.

"You whore, you want him to win!" the man beneath called back. I was focused on what the girl had yelled though, was this George Smithson? I though too long though, for he had me on the ground again and punch my jaw. He wrapped his fingers around my neck. I could fell littler finger trying to pry them off, and tears falling on the ground. The fragile girl was trying to help. Then stronger hands pulled us apart. Security was holding both of us.

"You're both being arrested to crashing the party" The man announced. I was about to protest, but someone beat me to it.

"Wait, he was just helping though" The girl cried. I looked up to see what she looked like, but in a blur, George Jr. was free and slapping the girl. She fell gracefully to the ground. Her mask clanging on the ground. A crowd surrounded her, and she was gone from my vision. One of the men holding me led me to a chair and handed me an ice pack. I could see the girl getting up and walking to the police holding George. They yelled at each other. I never saw her face though; it was always her back to me. My family surrounded me then.

"Are you okay Chuck?" Lily asked worried.

"I'm fine" I replied shortly.

"Dude, that was George Smithson, if only Blithe was here then we could use her testimony to put him away forever" Nate sighed. He had taken Blithe not doing anything about George badly. As a lawyer he felt the need to punish those. Vanessa put a calming arm around him. Serena was leaning on Dan, Jenny was flirting with a male model, Lily and Rufus held hands and smiled at each other. Even Eric looked happy with his boyfriend. I on the hand had no one.

"Excuse me" I said. I couldn't take the love any longer. I walked swiftly by them and to the roof. Ever since she had disappeared, roofs had given me comfort, calmed me, like she had. I sat on the edge, and start talking to her, or myself, like I usually did.

"I don't know how much longer I can go without you Blair. Everyday it hurts more and more. I wish that you could have stayed, wished a lot of things. Because you staying wouldn't have changed anything. I wish I was a better person back then. I wish I never yelled at you, never said those horrible things" A tear rolled down my cheek. I cried all the time when I thought about her. About her gentle curly hair, soft doe eyes, and smooth silky skin.

"I searched all over for you. Everywhere. You're probably happy now, with a loving husband, four kids, maybe even a dog. You probably forgot all about me. Living in your yellow house with the picket fence, and the porch with a swing. You probably come home everyday to someone telling you they love you, and I could never even say it. Not once."

"That's the thing I regret the most, never telling you how much I cared for you, how much your smile could brighten my day, or your touch calmed me in the most foul mood. I never told you how much I loved you, or how much I still do.

BPOV

"I don't know how much longer I can go without you Blair. Everyday it hurts more and more. I wish that you could have stayed, wished a lot of things. Because you staying wouldn't have changed anything. I wish I was a better person back then. I wish I never yelled at you, never said those horrible things" A tear rolled down my cheek. I cried all the time when I thought about her. About her gentle curly hair, soft doe eyes, and smooth silky skin.

"I searched all over for you. Everywhere. You're probably happy now, with a loving husband, four kids, maybe even a dog. You probably forgot all about me. Living in your yellow house with the picket fence, and the porch with a swing. You probably come home everyday to someone telling you they love you, and I could never even say it. Not once."

"That's the thing I regret the most, never telling you how much I cared for you, how much your smile could brighten my day, or your touch calmed me in the most foul mood. I never told you how much I loved you, or how much I still do.

He was talking to me, he just didn't know that I was here, listening. His words had made me realize that I loved him more then ever right now. That somehow he always saved me. He had saved me from Nate, Carter Baizen, self destruction, my mother, and George on numerous occasions. And yet, I had gone back to Nate, had given in to bulimia again, but never would I go back to George.

This was my moment. I had to say something. I took a deep calming breath.

"Chuck?" I whispered. My voice broke.

CPOV

After sobbing for a minute or two, I gained my breath. And then something scared me.

"Chuck?" Someone called. It was a feminine voice, soft and smooth. It sounded so broken, sad and lost. The voice broke when it ushered my name, and yet when it was spoken it was spoken with love, and adoration. Like when Dan would say Serena's name. I slowly turned around to face the voice. There standing in her ice blue glory, was the damsel in distress I had saved. But there was something about her. The way the light shined off her pale skin, the way she held herself, and the way the light shined off her chocolate curls. The same chocolate curls I hadn't touched in years.

"Blair?" I whispered, unable to believe it.