Title: Save Me

Chapter 11: Scared

Author: Shelby

Summary: Blair disappeared one day. Chuck never stopped looking for her. A year later a girl covered in bruises tells him what happened to Blair. He learns of her whereabouts, but she's in danger. And it's her marriage to a man he knows that's killing her. Can he save her?

A/N: Thanks for those of you guys who are still reviewing! The pictures of Chuck and Blair's New York suite/penthouse are up! So check those out before or after you read this chapter! Enjoy!

Flash

"How dare you run away from me!" A dark figure screams and advances towards her. She stumbles backwards into a wall.

"Did you think I wouldn't find you!" his voice echoes all around her. It's dark, but she sees two large hands coming towards her to strangle her.

"MAMA!" A baby screams, his cries echoing around her as well.

"LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!" A man rages, her cheek is slapped to the side.

"I love you," a softer voice comes. "Chuck and Blair, Blair and Chuck," it echoes.

"SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR LOVER!" the angry voice shouts. She hears her own scream and then a gunshot.

Flash

"NO!" screams, shooting up in bed. She begins breathing heavily and looks around, tears streaming down her face. She looks to her side frantically, "Chuck?" she trembles, her hands finding him. He's sleeping peacefully. She sighs with relief, but turns away and brings her knees to her chest. She shakes trying to mumble her frantic sobs.

"Blair?" Chuck questions, sleepily. She feels him sit up in bed and she tries to still herself. She keeps her eyes from him as her cries choking out.

"I had a bad dream, go back to sleep," she mumbles, wiping her tears quickly.

"Come here," he sighs, pulling her towards him. She immediately turns into his chest and holds onto him tightly. "Shh it's okay," he comforts, rubbing her back.

"I was so scared Chuck... me and him... and you... and him... and Charlie and... please go get me my baby Chuck... I want my baby..." she sobs, her body trembling against his. He nods slowly, but holds onto her.

"Okay I will just calm down Blair... you're okay, everything is okay. It was just a nightmare okay?" he rocks her in his lap. She nods and tries taking deep breaths. Slowly her cries and shivers stop. He kisses the top of her head and squeezes his eyes shut. Blair looks up at him slowly.

"Please go get him," Blair repeats, unlatching her hands from his chest. Chuck nods and gets up hesitantly. He doesn't want to leave her even for a second, but he does. He opens their bedroom door and walks out into the hallway. Through a window he sees the morning sun coming up. He opens Charlie's door slowly and sees him sleeping peacefully in his crib. Chuck lifts him up carefully and walks back to the bedroom. Blair reaches for him eagerly when Chuck nears the bed. She takes him and cradles Charlie against her chest. He sits down next to her slowly and watches.

"Mama," Charlie mumbles, his small eyes blinking open. He then leans up and grasps onto her shirt. Chuck notices she's clothed again.

"Shh it's okay Charlie mama is here," Blair soothes, wiping his hair from his face. She rocks him a bit and Charlie turns his small head to look at Chuck. Chuck smiles, but looks at Blair with worry from the corner of his eye.

"Baba?" Charlie questions. Blair looks to Chuck and Chuck nods getting up. When he's out of the room he shuts the door and walks to the kitchen. After putting the bottle in the microwave he lifts up his cell phone and dials a number. It rings a few times and then he hears the person pick up.

"Mr. Bass?" Donovan asks sleepily on the other end of the phone. Chuck rubs his eyes and heaves a sigh.

"Donovan I apologize for calling so early, but there's something I need you to do for me," Chuck says quietly into the phone, eying the hallway.

"Of course Mr. Bass," Donovan answers obediently. Chuck can almost see him nodding on the other end of the phone. Chuck bites the bottom of his lip.

"Find me a doctor for a house call, someone who will keep quiet. Have them here by tonight no excuses," Chuck says into the phone and then clicks off as he hears Donovan agreeing. He puts down the phone fast and stares at it. He then looks away from it and gets the bottle, testing it as he walks back down the hallway. Blair looks up at him when he enters and he's happy to see her calm again.

"You okay?" he asks, as he hands Charlie the bottle and the baby begins humming. She nods slowly and blushes a bit with embarrassment

"I'm fine really, just a nightmare," she says quickly. He nods and looks down for a moment. "You want to talk about it?" he finally asks. He looks back up to see her staring at him.

"No, we already did," she responds, brushing it off entirely.

"Not really," he says back, eying Charlie for a moment who is staring off into his own little world. When he looks back at Blair he sees her sending him a glare. It takes him back for a moment to when she used to do it constantly in high school. Now though he hasn't seen it in a while and he's not sure he likes it as much.

"Drop the subject Chuck, Charlie's in the room," she warns, adjusting Charlie a bit in her lap.

"Charlie can't understand us Blair, he's a baby," Chuck counters. His tone isn't mean, but is serious and stubborn

"I don't care. I don't want to talk about it in front of him," she states, her tone making it evident she is done with the conversation for now. He bites his tongue and turns away from her for a moment crossing his arms. He then sighs and turns back towards her and Charlie. He smiles down at Charlie.

"We'll talk about it later," he states, his eyes not leaving Charlie. Blair stares down at him, trying to read him. Finally she decides to break her own rule.

"Why?" she questions, her voice soft. Chuck looks up at her slowly.

"Because ignoring it, won't make it go away," he says with calmness in his voice. He then chuckles as Charlie throws the empty bottle across the room. Blair doesn't notice though and continues to keep her eyes glued to Chuck's form. Charlie frowns and tugs on her shirt.

"Mama!" he commands attention. She snaps her head back down at him and smiles instantly. Charlie forms a grin of his own, happy that he was answered quickly. He then raises both of his tiny eyebrows, "Toytoys?" he asks. Blair nods and picks him up, carrying him back to his nursery. Chuck takes this time to get a shower and get ready. When he's done he goes to the nursery and finds them. Blair's sitting on the floor with her legs crossed and is playing with the girl baby doll. Charlie holds the boy one and giggles happily. Chuck leans in the doorway and smiles, going unnoticed.

"Hello," Blair fakes a little girls voice and holds up the baby doll in front of the boy one. She then makes it do a lady like curtsy Charlie knits his small eyebrows together. He shakes his small head and grabs the girl baby doll and clashes it against the boy one. He giggles as he makes them continue to kiss. Blair's eyes widen in horror and she grabs the girl baby doll from him.

"No Charlie!" she scolds, fixing the girls skirt that hiked up around her. Charlie just continues to laugh and drops the boy baby doll clapping his hands. Chuck chuckles in the doorway. Blair's head snaps towards him and she purses her lips.

"That is you," she states, pointing at Charlie Chuck simply shrugs and walks over sitting down and moving her in his lap.

"I believe if he is going from memory it is you too," Chuck smirks, kissing her on the cheek. Blair shrugs him off and frowns.

"I do not kiss like that," she simply states, fixing the baby doll girls hair. Charlie has abandoned the other doll and is now playing with the toy cars making vroom, vroom sounds.

"Oh you're right I believe you kiss more like this," Chuck breathes. He then leans in and places her lips softly against his before heating it up with more passion. Blair closes her eyes for a moment getting lost in the kiss and then gasps and slaps away his chest.

"Chuck not in front of Charlie," she scolds, pushing him away more with her hand. She then turns towards Charlie to see him staring at them curiously. Chuck lets out a small chuckle as Charlie knits his small eyebrows together.

"Nonodad," Charlie commands, pointing his finger at Chuck. Blair turns and sends Chuck a grin. Chuck gives her a playful glare and then turns towards Charlie and puts his hands up in playful surrender. Blair giggles at this and then climbs out of his lap and walks to the door.

"Where are you going?" Chuck asks. His tone is both curious and slightly worried. Blair sends him a reassuring smile.

"Just to take a shower and get ready, where are my bags?" she questions, remembering luggage equals clothing which she now needs. Chuck smirks to himself for a moment and then looks back up at her.

"Check the closet, I think you'll like the new ones better," he watches with pleasure as old Blair peeps through and her eyes light up with excitement. She throws a quick wave and then she is gone, down the hallway to their room. Chuck chuckles and turns back towards Charlie to play cars with him.

Using the word amazing for the closet and its contents Blair found would be a definite understatement. There were tons of outfits, a large arrangement of all her favorite designers, jewelry, shoes, and matching headbands galore. She looks down at the outfit she's laid out on the bed and bites her bottom lip. She wants to wear it badly, but she's not sure she'll be comfortable in it. There are no sleeves and tights would look silly with it. She lets out a sigh as she looks over it in specific detail again. It's a black dress, sleeveless, and goes about mid-thigh. The material at the top to the high waist is a bit of a darker black and a little see-through, but has another black layer under it. This material stops at the high waist and has sort of a skirt of a slightly lighter black and not see through material. She found a gorgeous pair of black heals that have a rounded toe and then another strap that buckles over them. The outfit is then complete with a double strand of pearls that will hang just on top of her breasts and of course a black head band for her curls. She picks up the dress and holds it up to her, making sure not to brush it against her wet towel and body.

"I'm going to need a lot of foundation," she breathes, looking at the bruises up and down her arms and legs. There are also some on her neck, and face of course. She knows no one will see her inside the house and she could just leave them, but she doesn't like the way Chuck looks at them. She doesn't like looking at them. If she can't see them when she passes a mirror then they aren't there. She swallows her breath and sets the dress back down carefully on the bed. She then drops the towel to the ground at her feet and lets down her wet hair from the other one. She stands in front of the full length mirror and silently over looks all the damage done to her body.

"How can he look at me?" she wonders aloud, just above a whisper. Her bruises and cuts are so ugly staining her skin from head to toe. She looks absolutely repulsive, yet she dares to still let Chuck see her naked. There's no way he could possibly look at this and be truthful about her being beautiful. She never was really beautiful, even before. Never tall enough, blond enough, skinny enough, "never enough..." she trails off silently. A bright ray of light shines through one of the blinds and hits her face.

Flash

Blair examines her body in her full length mirror. She finally is back to her normal figure after Charlie and she's proud she did it in a healthy way. She knows she did this because of Charlie, nothing can happen to her, he needs her. He has no one else. She slips back on a dress and walks downstairs The light shines through the open window of the kitchen and she picks up an apple, ready to bit into it.

"Finally up?" Jack questions, she turns to see him sitting at the table and drinking coffee. She pulls the apple away from her mouth and goes to sit down next to him.

"I just took some extra time getting ready this morning," she smiles to herself and examines the apple in her hands. Jack eyes her from over his newspaper and then shrugs.

"Couldn't tell," he sighs and flips a page. Blair looks up, suddenly alert and frowns. She looks down at herself and then back at him.

"I finally got my normal body back," she says a bit defensive. Jack sets down his newspaper and scans his eyes over her body. She stiffens her back a bit, feeling uncomfortable.

"I guess normal is the fitting word," Jack says, a flat tone in his voice. Blair's shoulders sulk a bit and she looks over her body again. When she looks back at Jack he gives her a shrug, "Don't worry Blair, a lot of pregnant women never go back to being skinny again." Blair feels her eyes water up a bit and her breath catch in her throat. Jack picks his paper back up and pretends as if nothing has happened.

"I'm not very hungry anymore, in fact I feel sick," she alerts and stands up. Jack watches as she throws away the apple and climbs back up the stairs. Blair practically runs to her bathroom. Truthfully her body is telling her to eat, she feels sick because she's hungry. She glances over at the white porcelain bowl. She walks to it slowly and bends down. It would be so easy to let old habits resume, she thinks softly to herself. As she's sticking her finger down her throat she tells herself she won't do this again, just stop eating. So she can be pretty enough.

Flash

Blair blinks away from the light and looks back at the mirror. She's absolutely disgusting She turns away from it quickly and throws her towel over it. There now she can't see it. She then walks over to her purse and pulls out three bottles of cover up. She begins to cover her face, legs, arms, and any other place on her body that will show with the dress. Even if her body is hideous at least she can attempt to fake pretty skin. When she's done with her make-up and hair she slips on the outfit.

"There," she sighs with a bit relief. She doesn't bother checking the covered mirror and instead walks out of the room. As she walks down the hallway she glances at a clock and sees she's taken at least two hours to get ready. She's almost to the nursery to open the now closed door.

"Blair," Chuck whispers from behind her. She spins around on her heal and looks at him in surprise. He starts to whisper again, "Charlie's down for his naa..." his voice trails off as he starts to look over her. His eyes fall from her face down her body and then back up again, slowly. She crosses her arm and blushes a bit. He smiles up at her and comes closer to her and places a soft kiss against her lips.

"Thank you for the clothes," she whispers, when he pulls away. He lets out a low chuckle and rests his forehead against hers.

"I don't' know how long I'll be letting you keep them on," he speaks in a low seductive voice. Blair pulls away a bit, the memory of her distasteful form in the mirror flashing through her mind. Chuck frowns a bit a the look on her face, but brushes it off when she sends him a small smile.

"Let's get out of this hallway so we don't have to whisper," she speaks softly and reaches a hand up to tuck some of his hair back into place. Chuck nods and places a hand on her lower back leading her into the family room. He sits down on one of the couches and she does the same, tucking her legs slightly underneath her and a bit to the side, turning towards him.

"Did you enjoy your alone time?" he breaks the silence as he traces a hand softly over her upper thigh. Blair eyes this for a moment and then gives a small shrug.

"I didn't even realize how long I was, sorry to leave you with Charlie that long," she apologizes and he looks back up at her. A small look of amusement reaches his face and he shakes his head.

"Don't be sorry, we had a little male bonding time," he teases, puffing his shoulders out a bit as he drops his voice. Blair lets out a small giggle at his display.

"Well then maybe I should be worried," she teases, straightening out the skirt of her dress. She then looks up at him and quirks both her eyebrows at him a few times. After that she falls silent, examining her legs and seeing the bruises under the make-up from before. Chuck watches as her face looks down and it twists into a frown.

"Are you still thinking about your nightmare?" he asks, not knowing that he's a bit far off. Blair snaps her head up to look at him.

"No... um..." she stutters, her voice making it clear she was caught off guard with the conversation. Chuck places a hand on top of her leg and leans forward.

"Tell me what happened in it?" he questions, but his tone almost makes it as more as a soft demand. Blair bites her tongue and looks away from him. She then opens her mouth and lets out a large breath.

"It was dark, I really couldn't see anything, but I could hear things. Words, voices, all familiar and echoing around me, I couldn't tell who was where," she trembles and looks up to see him gazing at her intently.

"What were they saying? Who were the voices?" Chuck asks, knowing the likely answer will anger him. He prepares himself by clenching his fist out of her view. Blair looks back down and sets her hand on top of his.

"Umm..." her throat is dry and she coughs before continuing, "the first one was Jack, he was so angry. Yelling and then I saw two hands come from the darkness towards me, but then I heard Charlie scream Mama," she closes her eyes tight shut for a moment. Her eyes water up a bit, "He sounded so scared Chuck, and I couldn't get to him because then he... I mean Jack screamed again and said look what you made me do, and then I couldn't hear Charlie anymore," she chokes on her own tears. She thanks for the waterproof mascara and wipes the droplets off her face, "I wanted to find him, but then I got slapped back and... I was so scared, but then I heard you..."

"Me?" Chuck cuts her off. She looks up at him and nods slowly.

"You said that you love me and it's like you were everywhere echoing the words Chuck and Blair, Blair and Chuck," she sniffles. "And then..." she shakes her head not wanting to continue. Chuck sits up and grabs her hand.

"And then what Blair?" he asks, not liking the look on her face. Or the fear hidden in her eyes. Blair shakes her head again and puts her face in her hands. "Tell me Blair," Chuck says again. Blair breaks down and looks up at him.

"Then Jack screamed say goodbye to your lover and then I heard my scream, but I couldn't find you Chuck... I couldn't save you in time... and... and... and then... then I heard... I heard... a... a gun... a gunsho... a gunshot... and I woeee... I woke up," she sobs, burying her face into his chest. Chuck pulls her against him instantly and stares straight ahead thinking her words over. He remains quiet for what seems like forever until they quiet down a bit.

"That won't happen," Chuck says, breaking the silence again. "You don't need to protect me Blair, nothing will happen to me, I'm protecting you," he clarifies. Blair looks up slowly and wipes her cheek. Even being waterproof the make-up of the cheek comes off and Chuck sees the black and blue bruise revealing itself. Blair notices him staring at it and touches it, stiffening up.

"I'll be right back," she stands up quickly. Chuck grabs her hand before she can leave though and pulls her back down.

"You don't have to cover them up Blair," he breathes, grinding his teeth as he does so. "They're not your fault, you don't need to hide them... no one can see," he mumbles.

"You can," Blair says quickly before she can stop herself. She looks away and covers her cheek with her hand again, "No one should have to look at them... look at me," the last three words are too quiet for him to hear. Chuck stands up slowly and lifts her chin so she's looking at him.

"When I look at you, I don't see your for the bruises Blair... I see you for you," Chuck says slowly. For even if he can see the bruises and they cause him pain, when he sees Blair he still sees Blair, not broken Blair. It's hard for him to explain, even to himself. So he tells her the simple version. Blair looks up at him with water filled eyes. A person down inside of her is screaming for her to tell him, that she is the problem, but she keeps her mouth shut. He doesn't know how truly damaged she is on the inside. And she's afraid if he sees he will leave. She can't let that happen. So she gives him a small smile and nods her head. Chuck lets out a sigh of relief, and she feels even more awful that she's fooled him. It falls silent after that and they both sit back down next to each other. Chuck eyes Blair closely, something doesn't feel right. Blair lets out a sigh and rests her head on his shoulder. He relaxes almost instantly and sets his hand on top of her hand that is resting on her knee.

"I'm surprised Charlie was so willing to take a nap, it usually takes him a while and you have to do certain things for him first," Blair says quietly. Chuck is glad the silence is over. He likes it when she talks because then he doesn't have to wonder and wonder what she's thinking.

"Like singing to him?" he questions, his lip tugging up into a smile at the sides. Blair turns her head a bit and blushes.

"You weren't supposed to hear that," she mumbles, biting her bottom lip. She then turns to look at him, "I'm and awful singer, I surprised he can fall asleep to that."

"I care to disagree," Chuck chuckles, his tone half teasing and half sincere. Blair rolls her eyes at this comment and gives a small scoff. Chuck turns towards her and brown meets brown. "I'm serious, I didn't know you could sing like that," he admits.

"Gee thanks," she says sarcastically. Chuck lets out a laugh and shakes his head, "No I didn't mean I thought you would be bad... I just didn't think..."

"That something beautiful was inside me," Blair says, her tone turning a bit more serious. Chuck matches her serious face and shakes his head slowly.

"No... that someone as gorgeous as you could ever get any better," he smiles with softness. Blair looks away quickly before he can see the desperation in her eyes. No one has said anything like this to her in years. Heck before she married Jack and Chuck found her no one had really said them, Jack especially. She turns towards him quickly, wanting to keep the mood light.

"Well I guess you and Charlie share the damaged hearing gene," she teases. Chuck lets out a laugh and lays his head back on the couch. She scoots closer to him and pecks a kiss on his cheek. He raises his eyebrow and looks back up at her.

"Does someone else share the wanting complete attention gene?" he asks, tucking a curl behind her ear that fell out from behind the headband. Blair sends him a playful glare. She the leans forward and connects her lips with his. He reacts instantly and finds even more pleasure when she parts her lips and his tongue can slip in. She giggles a bit when he does so and he breaks the kiss before he ruins her new dress by ripping it off of her. "Why don't we break for lunch?" he asks, trying to direct the attention of his mind and therefore his friend elsewhere.

"I'm not very hungry," Blair purses her lips and pulls away from him a bit. Chuck frowns and quirks one of his eyebrows.

"You haven't eaten since yesterday, and that was barely anything Blair," he retorts.

"Why eat when your not hungry?" she questions, widening her eyes a bit. She crosses her arms and sends him a distasteful look.

"Because, it's not healthy to not eat," Chuck stresses his words and matches her look with an I'm-not-backing-down-look. Blair looks away from him and gives a shrug.

"I'm not going to not eat, maybe I'll be hungry by dinner," she responds, her tone reasoning that she is completely in the right. Chuck tightens his jaw for a moment and then lets out a sigh.

"Blair you're going to eat lunch," Chuck states with demand and closes his hand around hers. He knows her next move would be to get up and go get Charlie, but now she can't. Blair lets out an exasperated sigh and then turns back to him.

"Fine I'll do exactly what you want! Happy?" she glares, slight anger rising in her eyes. Chuck being distracted by her talking going to shouting doesn't notice then.

"Yes actually I am," he smirks, and then stands up and takes her by the hand into the kitchen. When they get there though he stops and realization hits, "I can't really cook," he says slowly. He watches as her face changes its expression and she looks as if she is going to leave the kitchen. He grabs her hand again, "But I can order something." Blair looks away to scowl at herself. She then gives a shrug.

"Just get whatever you want Chuck," she says with little emotion. Chuck squints his eyes at her, trying to read her.

"What do you want?" he challenges, a slight frown on his face. To be normal, pretty, perfect, to forget everything thats happened to me, and to be good enough for you she thinks silently to herself. She masks the hurt expression before it can come.

"Order for me," she sends a small smile and untangles their hands walking away. She mouths bathroom when he sends her a questioning look. As she walks down the hallway she goes to Charlie's room instead though and peaks in on him. He's sleeping in his crib silently between the boy and girl baby doll on each side. She notes he's also holding the stuffed duck tightly to his chest. Looks like someone had to take his toys to bed, she thinks with a small smile. She then closes the door and walks back to the bedroom. She spots the towel and takes it down so Chuck won't see it. She stops as her reflection comes into place again.

"Oh my god," she gasps, examining her face. It has dried tear streams running through out all the make-up and her bruises are there as clear as day. She walks to the dresser quickly and grabs the cover up applying it until she can't see anymore marks. When she's done she goes to put it back in her purse, but watches as her phone lights up. She looks around to see if Chuck is there, but when she hears him still in the kitchen she clicks it on.

1 text message from: Jack Bass

It reads out in her mind as if someone had read it aloud. She instantly stiffens and freezes. She wants to put it down, not even look at it. Chuck probably wouldn't even like that she kept a phone Jack could reach her with. But she also knows how angry Jack will be if she doesn't read it. She sucks in a large breath and then presses the read button slowly.

Blair,

I feel absolutely awful about our last conversation. I've been so stressed lately, but I do regret how I've treated you. I know these last few weeks before I left at home haven't been the greatest, but you must know I'm trying to change baby. I would have called, but this deal is taking up so much damn time away from my princess. As soon as I get word of when I can come home to you I'll call. And I promise the incidents that have been happening will stop when I come home again. Maybe even you, me, and the little guy can go to the park or something. I promise this time I mean it Blair, I won't hurt you again.

Love,

Jack

Blair's breath hitches in her throat and she blinks her eyes a few times. She reads it over, and over again picking out certain words like change, promise, and stop. She knows he's said sorry before, that it wouldn't happen again, but he's never mentioned Charlie. Maybe he was changing, but now she... he was going to be so angry when he got home. She reads over it again and bites the bottom of her lip. She gulps, her eyes still glued to it.

"Blair the food is her... what are you doing?" Blair looks up and sees Chuck in the doorway now staring at her. His eyes fall to the cell phone and he looks at her with confusion. Blair puts the phone behind her back quickly and shakes her head.

"No... nothing," she stutters, thinking how stupid the move was. She should have just shut it in a calm matter and put it back in her purse. Chuck steps in the doorway and towards her.

"I didn't know you brought a phone back with you," he clenches his teeth, but tries to keep his cool. Blair takes a step back and more away from him. She tightens her hold on the phone.

"I never took it out of my purse," she makes herself laugh and it comes out completely fake. Chuck crosses his arms.

"What were you doing with it?" Chuck gives a casual shrug, but his voice struggles out to keep a pleasant and calm tone.

"I just got a message," she says quickly, cursing herself afterwards. Who would message her other than Jack, Chuck knows that. She doesn't want him to see that message, he wouldn't understand it like she does. Chuck takes another step forward and stops when he is right in front of her.

"From who?" his voice comes out in a low tone, the distaste seeping through. Blair feels like a child who stole candy and now has the guilt when she lies to her parents.

"Just an old one from one of the maids that just got here," she lies, her face never changing its expression. She then gives a nod and goes to walk by him. Chuck reaches a hand up and stops her, she turns her head to look at him.

"Can I see it Blair?" he asks. She can hear the tone in his voice of disappointment She should have known he would see right through her lie. Blair shakes her head quickly and keeps the phone behind her back. "Let me see it Blair," Chuck says again, but it sounds more like a demand then a question. When Blair doesn't hand it to him he reaches for it.

"No!" Blair shrieks going to pull it away from him, but he grabs it before she can keep it from him. Blair begins reaching for it instantly and Chuck keeps moving it while trying to read it at the same time.

Blair,

I feel absolutely awful about our last conversation. I've been so stressed lately, but I do regret how I've treated you. I know these last few weeks before I left at home haven't been the greatest, but you must know I'm trying to change baby. I would have called, but this deal is taking up so much damn time away from my princess. As soon as I get word of when I can come home to you I'll call. And I promise the incidents that have been happening will stop when I come home again. Maybe even you, me, and the little guy can go to the park or something. I promise this time I mean it Blair, I won't hurt you again.

Love,

Jack

Chuck finishes reading and looks up slowly at Blair who is looking at him with horror. She seems frozen in her spot, but she does move and snatches the phone from him.

"You wouldn't understand," she mumbles and puts it back in her purse. Chuck who is still repeating the words in his head, snaps out of it when her words replace them. He frowns instantly and steps towards her.

"I wouldn't understand what?!" he shouts a bit, as anger consumes him. Blair turns towards him, but doesn't respond. Chuck shakes his head, "What don't I understand Blair? The fact that he says sorry," he fakes sympathy, "sorry that he beats you... or how about that he promises it won't happen again? Tell me Blair how many times has he promised it wouldn't happen again? How many?!" he's up in her face, and she steps back. She looks down and tucks a curl behind her ear.

"It's not like before," she trembles, "he's never talked about Charlie and I think that he... maybe he is sorry and..." she struggles the words out, but Chuck cuts her off.

"Sorry? Sorry? That son of a bitch isn't sorry, he just finally found your weak spot! If you were at home Blair when he got there maybe he'd be nice for a day, two if you're lucky! But he'd be beating you again after that, maybe even Charlie!" Chuck yells. Blair stares at him and then shakes her head. She then puts her face in her hands and starts to breathe heavily. Chuck's features soften immediately as a sob escapes her lips. He walks over to her slowly and places a hand on her back, "Blair..."

"DON'T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT!" Blair suddenly screams, shooting her head up to look at him. Chuck leans back a bit. Blair breaks down, crying, "I know okay... I know it would happen again I'm not stupid Chuck... I... I... I just... you can't understand what's possibly going on inside of me! Okay I'm scared... I am so, so scared! I thought I got away, but every time I close my eyes he's there! Every time I hear someone come in the room I think it's going to be him!" she grabs onto his chest and cries as her head lies against it, "I'm scared Chuck," it comes out weak and soft this time. Chuck envelopes he in his arms, but stiffens at her touch. He opens his mouth to speak, but there is a knock at the penthouse door. They both turn their heads towards the hallway. Both thinking opposite things.

A/N: Well that is it for this chapter. Review if you want more as always and what parts were your favorites and things like that. This is the last chapter without a beta, so after this the grammar and things should improve. Promo for next Gossip Girl finally makes sense, thank you for the CB.

P.S. Don't forget to check out the pictures of the penthouse, the link is on my profile. They will help you imagine things better in my opinion.