*i do not own gossip girl hoặc characters.

I wanted to run. To leave. I wanted to make Chuck hurt. I wanted to make myself hurt, as I stared into my white sứ, đồ sứ bowl of salvation. But bởi purging I would only let him win. So, instead I got up, took a sleeping pill, got changed into my La Perla night áo choàng and tried to succumb to sleep. Trying to leave today in the past.

Too bad life can’t be that easy.

At around 3am I felt Chuck slither in beside me. He wrapped his large toned arm around my waist affectionately. The gesture used to be comforting , I used to find protection in his embrace, but...

The Switch- Chapter One

A/N: This just might be a crazy idea but I’ve decided to run with it. Hope bạn enjoy. :D

The old man had finally kicked it. Bart âm bass, tiếng bass, bass had died and his son wasn’t the least bit upset. He had been expecting this for the last few years, not that they had been close hoặc anything like that. Actually Bart had despised everything that was Chuck Bass.
Chuck glanced at the prostitute that was in his bed. Were they supposed to spend the night? He had hired enough of them in his twenty eight years and he was going to kick this one out faster than bạn could even think the word...

A/N: Okay, I AM still nghề viết văn my chapter for tonight. It may be a little off though…since I feel sick from these god-forsaken side effects because of the epilepsy I just discovered and now is late to me, since I’m supposed to be going to giường 2 hours cách đây hoặc somethin…oh, and unless I have some khó tin talent for nghề viết văn these types of chapters in a little over an hour, it will techniquely not be done tonight but early tomorrow morning. *sigh* Anyways, if it makes bạn feel better…I believe that according to my outline this chapter is thêm of a filler chapter. Don’t be too disappointed....

“How did it all happen?” She whispered sullenly, almost breathlessly. Her vision was distorted, blurry from her tears. They were also bloodshot and her face had paled as well, sometime during her breakdown.

From the other side of the desk, the woman sat there with her head cocked to the side, portraying a face of deep concern. “Ms. Waldorf I take it that this wasn’t planned.”

Blair Waldorf kept her eyes glued to the floor. She used whatever physical strength was in her to put her arms on the armrests and lift her body into a straighter, thêm comfortable position. Instead she failed...