May 21st...
Eric and I were going to another benefit. This time, he wasn't going to leave my side, and if I had to use the bathroom, we'd leave.
Everything went fine- it was great actually. Then it exploded as if planned.
Eric, Chuck, Vanessa, Nate and I were sitting on a couch in a group when it happened.
Blair.
She walked over to us as if nothing had ever gotten fucked up; smiling and calm.
"Jen, do want to go, or-" Eric started, holding onto my shoulder.
"No let me deal with this bitch." I interrupted him.
"Hello." Blair greeted us brightly.
"Hello, Blair." Eric said, not showing any signs of annoyance.
"What did I miss?" She asked.
"The part where my husband isn't on my fucking side!" I exclaimed, standing up.
"Oh, yes. You two got married, and you're expecting a baby soon. Congratulations-"
"Don't even pretend, Blair. Why are you even speaking to me?" I interrupted her to ask a question.
"Just because we've had a rough past doesn't mean we can't be civil."
"Fuck this." I randomly said as I started walking away.
"Jenny! Babe, hold up!" Eric called after me.
"Don't even 'babe' me!"
"What did you mean 'not on your side'?"
"I meant just that, now if you'll excuse me, I'm leaving."
"I'll come with you."
"No, don't. I can take care of myself. Plus, you'd be better off talking to the queen bitch!"
I ran off before he could get another word in.
I went home, took a shower and tried to relax. I couldn't. I was too pissed off.
Later, Eric came home and I was already in bed. Sort of. I was laying there, in the blanket, wearing a white babydoll nightgown.
"Hey, what were you talking about earlier? How am I not on your side?"
I couldn't help but bitch at him again.
"How the fuck do you not know? How can you talk to her like she never called me a stupid whore? Did you forget that she called you a girl?"
"Jenny, I was just being civil-"
"I don't even care. Be against me if you fucking want." I growled, crawling out of bed and going to the closet.
"What are you doing?"
"Can't you see? I'm packing." I pointed to the bag I was shoving things in.
"Where the hell are you going?"
"I don't know yet, just away from you."
"Jen, I don't see why you feel that I'm not on your side."
"How much did you fucking drink at the benefit?" I referred to the three glasses of champagne he'd downed while I was there, and he probably drank after.
"I'm not drunk, I swear. I'm just confused."
"Well then good luck with that." I told him, as I turned my back and began to go out of the bedroom.
"You're seriously leaving?"
"Yep. See, you don't even believe me. I have to go. Good luck." Those were my final words before I left the apartment.
I walked a few blocks. Then I stopped and rummaged through my bag, pulled out a joint I'd kept from a while back and lit it, taking a long, slow drag, then I kept walking.
I walked about 15 blocks when I stopped and sat on a bench. I lit my third blunt and began to think.
Even though it wasn't smart, and I knew it could hurt my unborn baby girl, I reached into my duffel and pulled out a bottle of beer, popped it open and took a drink.
Why was it so comforting? Now I knew why Chuck drank so much sometimes.
After a while, I got cold and threw on a jacket. I drank the last sip of beer, sat the bottle down and continued on my walk.
Later on, I checked my phone. It was 1:43 am. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw flashing lights.
Red, white and blue lights.
Police lights.
What the hell?
The car slowed and pulled up beside me. A male cop stepped out and walked to me.
"Hello Miss. May I ask what you're doing outside at this time?"
"I'm just walking to clear my head."
"At this time? Is there something I should know about?"
"No, it's nothing. Everything is fine."
"Do your parents know where you are?"
"No, but it's fine. I'm not a minor."
"How old are you?"
"18."
"Alright, but really, you should set in for the night. Get some rest. You can't fool me into thinking your baby isn't making you tired."
"Ok, I guess I am tired. I'll have my friend pick me up."
"Good night. Stay safe."
"Good night, and I will." I said as the cop got back into his car and drove away.
When he was gone, I began to remember Eric and my fight, and I felt myself begin to cry.
I pulled out my phone and dialed Chuck's number.
"Jenny, why are you calling me at this time? What's the matter?" He asked when he answered.
"Just- can you pick me up?"
"Are you crying?"
"Maybe a little. Please can you not ask questions and just come get me?"
"Of course, where are you?"
I told him where I was, and he said he was on his way.
Within a few minutes, his limo pulled up and he jumped out and ran over to me, looking terrified.
"What's wrong?"
"Eric and I had a big fight. Can I stay with you for a few days until we sort things out?"
"Whatever you need. Come on. I'll take you in." Chuck put his arm around me and lead me to the limo.
When we got there, he asked me "Where do you want to sleep?"
"Um, I don't know. Where should I sleep?"
"Anywhere you'd like."
"Would you mind if I sleep with you? Like, in your bed? I don't want to be alone."
"If it's what will make you comfortable. I'll show you the way." He put his arm back around me and lead me into his room.
"Thank you. I don't think I said that yet." I told Chuck, huggin him strongly. "You saved me tonight." I whispered.
"Jenny?"
"What?"
"Have you been drinking?"
"A little."
"Don't get too crazy."
"I won't. Thanks though." I said, kissing his cheek before laying down in the bed and going to sleep.