This is set after 2.x13. I do not own anything I wish I did ha. Thanks to my girl Maddie aka Manizer for helping me out!!!
Chapter 1-
Blair and Serena are at the Vander- Basses apartment discussing the past week.
"Blair have you kept calling?" Serena asked her depressed best friend about Chuck who has been missing for the past week.
Blair sighed obviously annoyed with Serena and her questions. "Of course I called Serena; I only called about 50 times today"
"B… he just needs some time."
Blair sighed as she abruptly stood up from the couch.
"I am going to head out; I need some time to just think everything over."
Serena clung to her hand "Blair take the limo please? Its late and I don't want you hailing a cab or walking."
"I'm fine to walk S." She spoke with an annoyed tone as she pushed Serenas hand off her arm.
"Blair call me please?" She heard from behind.
Blair turned around to look at a pleading Serena. She nodded her head as she opened the door to go back home.
As I left the Bass apartment I felt the cool air run right by me; it made me just think about how horrible this past week has been. I haven't heard from Chuck and I am scared he is probably killing himself in booze, pot, and women. I just wish he would call me and let me know he is at least alive. Chuck needs me. Serena was right I shouldn't walk but I need to clear my head. I always cleared my head when I was younger by going for walks around the city.
"Stupid street is blocked off" I muttered to myself knowing I would have to take an alternative course which meant: An Alley.
As I walked in the Alley I saw two strange figures acting weirdly with get up gear on. I noticed the sketchy behavior so I decided, to leave when….
He pulls at me. It somehow starts to become a blur. All thoughts of Chuck and the reason he left come rushing back in an instant. I hear him talk to his friend which I know at least has one hundred pounds on me.
I don't know exactly what is happening since all I can hear is muffled sounds and the world around me crashing down. I wish he was here or his limo would just happen to be come, by because I know he can sense what I feel. We are in sync and even though he may not realize it I do.
I feel the man's hands creep up on my face and whispering meaningless nothings in my ear. I try and pull away, but his strength is too much. I kick my legs away and the other man immediately comes to assist him in this doing against me.
I bite the man's hand trying to get away and this only fuels the fire more. He hits me hard on the cheek and I let out a small sob. This isn't happening I want to say. How can this happen and him not be anywhere near. I feel my head being banged around by the mans hand. The brick wall behind me is hard and I know there will be eternal bruises.
The outside ones I know people will be able to comment on, but the inside ones no one will know about. I feel him pulling for my skirt and I immedialty push away and successfully get away from his grasp. I run as fast I could possibly think about going, but the men grab me and I hit the ground with force.
My body aches from the fall. Somehow the fall I know means something deeper. The fall from grace, the fall from Queen B, and the fall from being with him.
My first attacker turns my body around so I can face him. His face is covered by a black mast and I wish I could take his smile off his face. He takes his hand up to my face and hits with such force I feel tears springing to my eyes.
The hits intensify and all I know to do is try and say something. "Please," I manage to get out.
The man looks down and I see his eyes change colors like he knows this is wrong. The man stands suddenly and kicks me, softer than I was expecting, to the knee. The other man says something that I wish I could hear, but all I can feel and hear is my life going dark around me.