That was so pathetic! It wasn't like Eric in the slightest! He'd always been so careful and we'd never fought like that before.

I hurried down to Chuck and Blair's to get the girls, then I secretly got a room at The Empire (it was a secret because I hadn't told anyone and didn't plan to).

Shortly after, Tianna, Kalika, Madison and I fell asleep together on the king sized bed.

The night seemed to have been too short when I was woken up by my phone buzzing. Chuck had messaged me.

are you awake?

I typed back

yeah, why?

Less than three minutes later, there was a knock on the door, so I got up to answer it.

It was Chuck.

"Chuck! What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, annoyed.

"I own the hotel. What are you doing here?"

"We stayed the night."

"Why didn't you guys go home to Eric?"

"That little bitch! So he told you!" I exclaimed, walking away from the door angrily. Chuck followed me into the room.

"Uh, Jen? What exactly happened last night?" He asked me worriedly.

"Nothing!"

"Stop lying to me."

"What makes you think I'm lying?"

"Well, you just called your husband a 'little bitch' and there's a purple mark across your cheekbone."

"Oh my fucking god-" I said flatly as I ran to the bathroom. I'd forgotten that it could've bruised and didn't think to look at a mirror before I opened the door.

"Jen! Stop walking away! What happened?"

"It's not your business." I tried closing the door, but he shoved it open.

"Was it what it looks like?"

"What exactly does it look like?"

"Did he fucking hit you?" Chuck demanded.

"Why do you care?"

"Shit, Jen- I've never said this but just because I'm married to Blair doesn't mean I don't love you!"

"Excuse me?" I questioned, not believing what I was hearing.

"Not like that!"

"Just shut up!"

"I'm not going to shut up until you tell me what happened!"

"You want to know? You really want to fucking know?"

"Yeah, I fucking do."

"We've been fighting a lot lately! Way too much! Last night, he was drunk, and it got bad, and he fucking hit me! Ok?"

"That's not ok!"

"I know it's not! What, do you think I'm fucking stupid?"

"No, Jen-" He was interrupted by Madison crying.

"Thanks for making me yell, now she woke up!" I growled at him, pushing past him to get to my daughter.

Once I got the girls their breakfast, Chuck continued to talk.

"Jenny, you're what, 19 weeks pregnant?"

"20." I corrected him.

"You guys don't need to be fighting right now. You don't need the stress."

"So you're saying I should go back to him and act as if it had never happened?"

"No, that's not what I'm saying at all. You should give him another chance though-"

"Why? He fucking hit me-"

"Want to know what happened last night after you left?"

"Not really!" I admitted, getting off the couch.

"It's sort of really important-"

I was in the bedroom, changing into a skirt and shirt.

"I honestly couldn't give a shit." I insisted, pulling the shirt down over my small bump.

"He's your husband, goddammit and you don't care?"

"Nope." I lied, hoping he'd just drop the subject.

"Where are you going?" He asked me as I put the younger girls in their double stroller and headed for the door.

"To drop them off at Dad and Lily's."

"Well then you'll hear what happened last night when you get there. Wait- aren't you going to eat something?"

"I'm not hungry."

"The baby probably is!"

"If he was, he would be letting me know."

"Jen, he needs nutrients-"

"Fucking stop! You're not my doctor, so don't tell me what my unborn baby needs!"

"Whatever. I'm just trying to help you."

"You're not getting anywhere with it, so you can stop now."

"Ok. But I'm tagging along."

"Why?"

"To be there for you when you find out what happened."

"Because I need you for some reason."

"What happened was really bad-"

"Oh, sure it was!" I agreed sarcastically.

"You're going to be ashamed of yourself for being this way about it."

"Who said?"

"Just stop."

"You're not the boss of me."

"You're acting like a goddamn teenager!"

"Maybe that's because I missed out on three of my teenage years because you had to go and get me pregnant!"

"Don't even go there!"

"Too late!"

We got to Dad and Lily's and when we came in the elevator they greeted us nervously.

"Jenny! I'm so glad you're finally here!" Lily exclaimed, hugging me. She looked oddly sad.

"What's going on?"

"I'm guessing you decided not to tell her?" Dad asked Chuck.

"More like she wouldn't let me talk."

"Shut up." I told him.

"See!"

"What happened to your cheek?" Dad asked me, concerned.

"I- uh- I tripped over one of the girls' toys and hit it on a shelf."

"Yeah, Jenny. Sure that's what happened." Chuck told me.

"Bastard." I mumbled under my breath. "What the hell is even going on?" I asked everyone.

"Why weren't you at home last night?" Dad asked.

"Eric and I had a fight."

"And he hit you?"

"Chuck! You're a bastard!" I yelled.

"He's your father, Jenny. He deserves to know."

"It wasn't your business to tell him!"

"Hey, if my daughter was hit by her boyfriend, I would want to know."

"Well you don't even have a fucking daughter, and Eric isn't my boyfriend, he's my husband!"

"You know what I meant."

"Do you know why he hit you?" Lily asked me.

"We were fighting, and he was drunk off his ass."

"That explains the alcohol levels in his blood." Dad said quietly.

"What? Why do you know the levels of shit in his blood?" I asked, confused.

"Jen, last night he tried to commit suicide again." Lily informed me sadly.

"Oh my fucking god." I said to myself, feeling the baby moving a lot when I did.

"Are you alright?" She asked me worriedly.

"No." I admitted, wiping a tear from my eye.

"Darling, you look pale. You should have a seat. Rufus, get her a glass of water please." Lily said, helping me to the couch. She must've known I was dizzy.

A moment later, we were all sitting on the couch, and I was sipping a cold glass of water.

"So, what exactly happened?" I nervously broke the silence.

"Are you sure you're ready to know?" Chuck asked, and I nodded.

"He shot himself." Lily told me, a tear rolling down her face.

"Shit! Is he ok?"

"No, but he probably will be eventually. The neighbors heard the gunshot and called 911. As soon as he got to the hospital they had to do an emergency operation to remove the bullet and fix his shoulder. They think he was trying to hit his heart, but he was drunk enough to miss it."

"They're going to call us when he wakes up." Dad told me.

"I'm wondering why he had a gun." I stated.

"Yeah, we haven't quite figured it out either." Chuck agreed.

"What's going to happen now?" I asked.

"Well, it depends. If he wakes up, he'll have to stay in the hospital for a few weeks. If he doesn't, which he probably will, but if he doesn't then we all know what would happen." Lily told me, trying not to cry.

Suddenly, Chuck's phone made a noise.

"Sorry, but I've got to go home. Blair needs me to go to her ultrasound with her and keep Carson busy while we're there. Do you want me to come back when it's over?"

"I don't care." I told him honestly.

"Ok." He said as he went into the elevator.

"Do you want to visit Eric when he wakes up?" Dad asked.

"I don't know."

"Alright, but you really should consider it. I know he hurt you, but I also know that he loves you, more than anything and he didn't purposely hit you." Lily told me.

"Yeah, whatever. I'll think about it. Until then, I'm going home."

"Do you want us to watch the girls?"

"Why?"

"So you can think? Plus, they are our granddaughters after all." Dad said.

"Sure, they can stay I guess. But I'm going now."

I left before they could say anything more, and got a cab to our apartment.

It was strange being there completely alone.

Despite the fact that I was pregnant, I desperately needed a drink.

I'd only planned on one, but it'd turned into five.

Around 4 in the afternoon, my Dad called me to say that Eric had just woken up, but he wasn't in any condition to have any guests yet, and that he would tell me when he was ok to have company.

I continued to slowly drink, raising my total of drinks to eight.

I'd just gotten my ninth one when someone knocked on my door. I tried ignoring it.

It didn't work. Vanessa just barged in after yelling for me a few times.

"Jenny! Why didn't you answer the door?" She asked, annoyed. Then she noticed the drink on the side table by the couch where I was sprawled out comfortably. "Why are you drinking? You're pregnant!"

"I know that." I slurred. "It's not a big deal."

"Yeah, Jenny! Drinking while you're pregnant is a big deal!"

"It's one fucking time! Once! Nothing bad is going to happen!"

"Whatever. How are you though, with everything going on?"

"Tired."

"That's it?"

"Basically."

"Ok. If you ever need anything, just call me or Nate, ok?"

"Fine."

"Jen, I think you should go to sleep."

"Why?"

"Because you're drunk, and you shouldn't be!"

"Ok."

"Do you want me to help you?"

"I don't mind."

"I will then, I think you need my help."

Vanessa helped me walk into the bedroom, change into pajamas, then get into the bed.

"Now please go to sleep. Do it for your baby."

Before I could say anything, I blacked out completely.