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Chuck Bass lay in his bed. It was the middle of the morning and the sun shone through the large windows beside him- yet he couldn't be bothered to get up and close them. The call girl from last night was now gone, long gone, far away from Chuck probably with another customer. He was in his room, his large bedroom, alone. He had no-one there to share it with Share all of his time with. The only person he had to share his life with, his thoughts with, everything was himself. There was no point getting up in the morning, all he would end up being was alone.
No one cared about him anymore. No one could even stand to be in the same room as him anymore. Everything he'd done to everyone and to himself was wrong, shameful; he barely even wanted to be with himself anymore. What was the point of this life, why was it even worth living?
He'd been back in New York two weeks now, everyone knew it, although they didn't know about his shooting that had happened previously, He wasn't that badly injured, besides that they didn't even need to know. He was fine and there was no proof that anything happened to him. Except the scar that covered his back, but that was always covered by clothes. Anyone who used to care about would never see that, mostly as they'd never seen him since the night before he left.
Lily, Lily Bass-Humphrey was the nicest person, she'd given him chance after chance, never gave up on him unlike everyone else had. But she'd given him to many second chances. He'd messed up big time, he slept with Jenny Humphrey, took her virginity away from her like taking candy from a baby. Put shame to the Bass name. Rufus Humphrey, Lily's fifth husband was furious, he couldn't stand to be in the same room as Chuck, he hated having to even see a photograph of Chuck hanging on the wall of his and Lily's penthouse. The photo was from Lily's wedding to Bart Bass, Chuck's deceased father. Chuck played best man and was so happy, he was together with Blair Waldorf, the girl of his dreams. The girl he loved, the only girl he could ever tell that to. Because Blair Waldorf was unique, one of a kind and there was no-one quite like her anywhere else in the world. Scheming and devious, yet Loyal and loving, smart and respectable, but knows how to have a good time. Blair wasn't some high-class call girl, especially not to chuck. She was special and he loved her like no-one else, who couldn't love Blair Waldorf.
But like everyone else, he had messed up with Blair big-time. She said herself that she never wanted to see him again and by the pain in her voice Chuck believed her. Why would she ever want to see him again with everything he put her through? Blair was back in New York as well, returning from Paris looking as radiant as ever and nice French tan on her skin. How did he know this? Gossip Girl of course. Who else would stalk them constantly trying to find out every little detail about their lives?
He was constantly getting texts from them, revolving around Blair Waldorf. Spotted: B at bar thuend, B spotted at Club 35, B spotted at Club 35..again, B spotted in a dress a little to small, had a little to much to drink B? They all said the same thing in different words. Basically, Blair wasn't who she used to be. She'd gone off the rails again, it wasn't the first time she'd done it, everyone remembers her doing it after the big 'Yale' and 'Miss. Carr' thing. But this was much worse than that, you could tell just by looking at her. She may pose to be happy, but looking deep into her eyes from all the photos you can see the truth, how she really feels.
She's hurt and can't stand it, she doesn't know what to do, she's confused and Blair Waldorf is never confused, the hurt and pain that she feels is unbearable, especially if you love her. Everyone knows what's made Blair act so un-Blair like, yet no-one's had the courage to confront her and ask her about it. Comfort her. Make-sure she is completely alright.
Chuck slowly got up out of his bed, standing in front of the window staring down at the city below him. The City was awake and rushing around him, yet he just stood there quiet and feeling dizzy by it all. The city's rushing around never stopped, why it was called the city that never slept, because no matter what there would always be something going on, and Chuck Bass would usually be there. New York's image was so captivating you could stare at every little detail of it for hours on end, noticing new things as they changed about suddenly before your eyes. The tourists taking photos, the couple's walking hand in hand down the street, happiness, something Chuck Bass used to despise before experiencing it himself. A smile instead of a smirk.
A smirk formed across his lips as he thought of the memories that seemed so long ago, because they were. They had faded into blackness and were impossible to get back. The pain Chuck had felt rushed through him and the anger he had was so overwhelming. Why was everyone blaming and hating him? Jenny Humphrey had been just as much, if not more of the dirty deed than he had. How could they even pretend it wasn't her fault and blame it all on him instead of the precious little racoon? She lost nothing yet he lost everything. He blamed himself to, but he also despised the little creature who had caused all this on him.
Chuck walked into the room and sat at the bar in there grabbing and pouring himself a scotch on the rocks, whoever said eleven thirty was too early for alcohol?
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