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I politely declined the glass of champagne that was offered to me by a passing waiter as I gazed around the crowded ballroom filled with socialites.

From the old money to the new, the fat to the skinny, the old to the young, the room was filled with rich busybodies whose main goal tonight is to make themselves look good by giving money to some charity and to get there picture in the Sunday society pages. It astounds me sometimes how far these people go for a lousy picture.

Although I guess it shouldn't anymore considering how I'm considered to be one of those people now.

"J, is that you?" A perky girl asked as she bounced closer towards me. I think her name is Kayla. She had untamed brown curls piled on top of her head with a blue bow keeping them from bouncing in front of her face and a giant black purse balanced on her shoulder as she stopped in front of me with a wide smile on her face. "Oh thank goodness you're here, I thought I was going to be the only cool person here. It seems like the person handing out invites only invited old people." She said sounding disgusted. I looked around the room again and noticed that most of the people in the room couldn't be much older than there late forty's or early fifty's.

I went back to staring at her as she continued to ramble on (something about green tights). I watched curiously as she pulled her purse from her shoulder and rummaged around in it and I quirked an eyebrow when I saw that she had three cell phones inside and a whole bunch of silverware nestled inside her bag. She pulled out a tube of lip gloss and quickly smeared some pink gloss on her lips before shoving it back in her bag, all the while never tiring or stopping to take a breath from her long winded speech.

"Don't you think animal cruelty is wrong?" She asked abruptly, startling me.

"Animal cruelty?" I asked wondering how we could have possibly moved onto that subject.

"Yeah, you know that's what this event is for, to help raise money to stop animal cruelty from happening." She said really slow as if I was stupid for not knowing this. I guess she has a small point considering Lily did plan this event.

"Oh, yeah. These things just really start to blend together for me." I said in the form of a half assed excuse, feeling awkward under her watchful gaze.

"That is incredibly self-centered of you." She said seriously.

"Sorry, Kayla. I didn't know it was that important to you." I said to placate her.

"My name is Kara Smith and it would be good for you to remember it because I'm going to be the next gossip girl. I've already got my own blog started." She said proudly, seeming to forget about my insensitivity.

Guess she isn't to much of an animal person then.

"What's it about?" I asked pretending to be interested.

"Weren't you listening earlier?" She asked sounding offended at my lack of attention. She just rolled her eyes and crossed her arms before beginning to speak again before I could even come up with a response that might have appeased her. "Well since you clearly weren't listening the first time I'll just give you the edited version. The blog is about the trends that are in-style right now and the trends that I think will be coming in soon. You know, just an informative website for anyone whose the least bit interested in fashion so that they can know better before walking outside in something last season or anything equally as horrendous as wearing to much black eyeliner that makes them look like a raccoon." She said snidely, glancing away from me to gaze around the room at the other people, a sly smirk forming on her lips.

I scowled at her and forced myself to bite my tongue to keep from the slapping the snotty bitch. "Sounds fascinating," I forced out through gritted teeth, wishing more then ever that I could just leave the party.

"It really is." She murmured, her eyes laughing at me.

Before she and I could start pulling each others hair out, Nate walked up to us. "Hey," He said awkwardly. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" He asked me, licking his dry lips nervously and glancing warily over at Kara. I glanced over to her and saw her looking back and forth between us with an amused expression and it only took a second for me to understand what her vapid little mind had come up with, dread filling me at the thought of more gossip circulating about us.

"Well I'll just leave you two alone so that you can talk." She said putting extra emphasis on the last word before walking away from us, her shoulders shaking with barely suppressed laughter.

"Friend of yours?" He asked conversationally, eyes following her departure.

"Not really." I said blowing out an exasperated breath before bringing my attention back to him.

"Good," He said offering me a small smile.

"You wanted to talk?" I asked, not wanting to put this off any longer then was necessary. The smile dropped from his face and he quickly got back on track, just as determined to get this over with as I was.

"Yeah, look I'm sorry." He said surprising me. Out of the million ways I'd thought this would go, none of them involved him apologizing to me.

"Oh." I said for lack of anything better to say to him.

"Yeah, I know it wasn't fair of me to drag you into the middle of my problems with Serena and then kissing you when you clearly didn't want me to… I just hope we can get past this and you can forgive me." He said hopefully.

"Um, yeah. It's fine." I said awkwardly. He looked doubtful as he continued.

"Really? So your not mad at me anymore?" He asked curiously.

"What do you mean?" I asked warily.

"I just meant that you've seemed really pissed at me lately and I don't think it's just the kiss that's bothering you. It seems like you've been mad at me for a while now, since before Vanya and Dorota's reception and I don't know what I did but whatever it was that I did I just want you to know that I'm sorry." He said further shocking me. "Look, I don't expect you to forgive me overnight but I just wanted you to know how sorry I was and that I'm here for you whenever you need someone to talk to." He said placing his hand on my shoulder in a comforting gesture.

"Uh, thanks." I said uncomfortably. He offered me a quick smile before taking his leave and I quickly dragged my eyes away from his retreating form, stubbornly refusing to watch him walk away from me.

I stood there, dazed as the realization of what just happened hit me. He noticed. Out of everyone; dad, Lily, Dan- It was Nate, the most oblivious person I know that noticed something is wrong with me.

Before I could dwell to long on what I had just discovered, I noticed out of the corner of my eye, Blair and Chuck whispering in the corner. Blair was thrashing her arms around and gesturing wildly as she angrily whispered to him, her body completely stiff save for her arms that were coming dangerously close to hitting Chuck in the face. Chuck for his part had an amused smirk on his face as he watched her, clearly enjoying watching her get worked up. Seeming to give up on her tirade, she looked around the room and spotted me watching them from my corner. She scowled at me before turning back to a still smirking Chuck and proceeding to, from what I can tell anyway, lecture him. I watched him turn from amused to angry in the matter of seconds and I decided to quickly intervene before they started shouting at each other and drawing more attention to themselves then they normally do.

"Hey," I said causing them both to stop fighting and to look over at me. I shifted uncomfortably under Blair's glare before reminding myself that I don't care what she thinks and scolding myself on doing something so weak in front of her.

"In case you haven't noticed we're a little busy here so why don't you go play at the kids table." Blair snapped rudely, making me narrow my eyes at her.

"Yeah I noticed and I'm not the only one," I said, nodding my head over to the girl watching us with rapt attention, her cell phone clutched tightly in her left hand as she held it up so the camera was facing us. Blair sneered at the girl and she just snapped her phone shut victoriously before skipping off and without looking giving Blair the middle finger over her shoulder, making me smirk at the look of distaste on Blair's face. "Look I just thought I'd help you out before you managed to make a bigger spectacle of yourself than usual but I guess it was a wasted effort on my part." I said raising a defiant brow at the sour expression on her face. She keeps making that face she'll have wrinkles before she's forty.

"Well gee, thanks for taking the time to think of me. I know how terribly self involved you've been lately." She retorted sarcastically, her mouth pursed in a tight line.

"I've been self involved? Me?" I asked pointing to myself as I glared at her, disbelief filling me at her words.

"Yes you. You're the one whose so wrapped up in my ex's that she can't think straight."

"I'll say it again, me? Don't you think your confusing me with yourself in this scenario."

"I'm not the one begging for daddy's attention and then trying to sleep with Nate and Chuck to get a reaction out of him. I'm not that desperate for attention." She said with a sneer.

"Those headbands are clearly starting to cut off the blood flow to your brain if you actually believe that." I said outraged and annoyed at her instigation. I looked over at Chuck, waiting for him to back me up, to deny that everything she's insinuating is a lie, but he was too busy staring at Blair with an unreadable expression on his face.

"I just call it like I see it and well let's be honest, If by some chance I am wrong about you two screwing each other, eventually you will come running to him, ready to give up that gift that you hold so dear to your heart. After all you can only wait so long for Nate to take the time to notice you and who else would want you besides the guy that will screw anything that moves." She says after there's no response from Chuck, no further denying of her claims. I watch as she lets a victorious smile form on her face that is completely wrong for her to wear at this moment in time- like she's somehow earned the right to feel proud of what she's just said, like she's already won this argument.

"That's enough Blair." Chuck says, speaking up for the first time since I joined them.

"No I think I'm just getting started." She says not taking her eyes off of me as she speaks to him. There's a thoughtful look in her eyes and it makes me sick to look her in the eyes but I won't look away. I can't. "You know Jenny, your really not worth the effort anymore to insult. It's all gotten so repetitious lately that it's no longer fun watching you dig yourself a deeper hole to lie in." She says, her words purposefully taunting, waiting for me to take the bait she's laid out for me. I clamp my lips shut and after a moment of silence shared between the three of us, her face changes into something akin to delight and I watch with dread as her eyes narrow and her lips part, preparing myself for her sure to be cruel words. "You know it's kind of sad really. I mean Nate doesn't want you, your hippie mother doesn't call, cabbage patch is siding with Serena right now in the vain hope that she'll touch him… and now even your daddy's fed up with your attitude. He says he's giving you one more chance to change your tune before he ships you off to your free-wheeling mother, but I figure you'll let him down like always." She says pausing for a second to catch her breath and I take my chance to speak, even though I know this conversation would have a better outcome if I keep my mouth shut.

"Cut it out, Blair." Chuck says in a serious voice, interrupting her from continuing and with a tired sigh and a roll of her eyes, she turns back around to face him, her stance clearly that of a predator.

"Cut it out, Blair." Blair says mocking him. She lets out a crude laugh before turning back to me and giving him one last look over her shoulder. "Not yet."

"You don't know what your talking about." I say and I'm ashamed to admit that even I can hear the doubt in my voice.

"Don't I?" She asks rhetorically and the pity I hear in her voice makes me want to vomit. "I know that no one wants you; not your precious Nate, not your well-meaning father or your neglectful mother and despite Chuck defending you and willing to stick up for you right now, that's not going to last either. Eventually either he'll get tired waiting for you to give up the goods and move on to someone more worthy of his attention or he'll get tired of defending your actions and either way it won't matter because in the end you'll be alone and we'll all be better off without you around." She says cruelly, letting a satisfied smirk curl her lips as she stared at me with an expression that clearly said that she won.

Chuck makes a frustrated noise out of the back of his throat before grabbing her upper arm in a steady grip and hauling her up against his body. "I told you to knock it off," He says angrily, glaring down at her petite frame.

Blair roughly yanked her arm out of his grip and smoothed down the wrinkles forming in her once sleek black gown. "I was getting bored anyway." She says before walking off with a toss of her hair.

Chuck lets out a ragged breath as he watches her form retreat over to her designated place as Serena's right hand girl before running a hand through his perfectly kempt hair, making it look untamed and wild. He looked over at me hesitantly with a look of concern on his pale face and I realized belatedly that I was shaking and panting loudly with tears running down my alabaster cheeks. "Are you okay?" He asked hesitantly. I scoffed at him wanting to say that, no I wasn't okay you moron or tell him to go fuck himself but instead I chose the simpler option, the one that's always worked for me in the past.

I ran.


I ran down the hall and crashed into the closest room, hoping no one important would notice my swift escape. I ducked into the room and shut the heavy door behind me, the door slamming closed with an ominous click that unsettled me.

I glued myself to the wall closest to the door and quickly scanned the room with bleary eyes, my breath hitching and getting lodged in my throat for a little too long than I was comfortable with.

My heart skipped one beat, two, as I looked from wall to wall for anyone I'd rather not have witness my shame. Finding no one, I slid down the wall, the paint chipping off from the belt around my waist. My heartbeat became erratic, beating to fast against my chest. I felt like I was dying, my throat tightening with every breath I tried to take. Fat tears were streaming down my cheeks leaving behind a wet translucent trail.

My throat felt tight like something had cut off the path for my breath to take. I started making an odd sound between a gasp and a gurgle, my hands coming up to thread tightly into my hair. I pulled on it until fresh tears sprang to my eyes from the pain making me grit my teeth. My body felt like it was on fire, my face burning in mortification. I pulled on the ends of my dress, feeling like it was to tight, to restricting. My breathing sped up, making me fear for a second that I was going to pass out. I quickly undid the bindings of the belt around my waist and dropped it to the floor beside me, where it landed with a loud clank, the sound seeming to echo around the large, empty room.

I pulled my knees up to my chest and laid my head on them as I tried to calm my breathing. My stomach muscles clenched uncomfortably and my neck ached in protest from the position I was curled up in.

A loud pained cry escaped my lips and for a paranoid moment I thought I heard someone coming into the room. I tried to make myself smaller hoping the shadows would cover me and when I didn't hear footsteps I glanced up hesitantly at the door, scared of who I might see, only to find no one there, meaning I was alone.

Just me, curled up in a pathetic ball waiting to be ridiculed. If anything I felt worse that no one was there, that no one had followed me or cared to notice that I was missing. Not dad who could care less about me, Chuck who knew what happened and still couldn't come to comfort me or at least do something to at least make it seem like he at all cared.

His pity would be better than this.

This was so stupid, me sitting here feeling sorry for myself and wanting Chuck Bass to pity me. I've clearly lost my mind if I want his or anyone's pity. They don't get the right to pity me, not after everything that's happened. Not Chuck, not dad, not Dan and especially not that bitch Blair.

Fuck them all.

The door opened abruptly, jarring me out of my thoughts and I hurriedly wiped my eyes hoping none of my mascara ran. Someone stepped inside the room and I heard the sound of there footsteps stopping signaling that whoever it was realized they weren't alone in the room. I glanced up calmly and almost rolled my eyes at the sight of Nate staring down at me with a confused expression on his face. I watched him look around the empty room curiously before he started speaking, his words echoing off the walls in the once quiet room.

"Is there a reason your sitting alone in the dark?" He asked sounding both amused and concerned.

"Do you really care?" I retorted, not refraining from rolling my eyes now. His lips pursed and after a moment of indecision he squatted down closer to me, wrinkling his sure-to-be expensive suit. He opened his mouth to say something before snapping it back shut as he leaned closer towards me.

"Have you been crying?" He asked tilting his head as he peered down at my face, a concerned expression on his face.

"Good eye." I said sarcastically, not bothering to deny it. He rubbed a hand over his eyes before pursing his lips, standing back up and holding his hand out for me to take. "What?" I asked confused, looking at his hand.

"Come on, trust me." He said, a smile on his lips.

Fuck it, I thought before putting my hand in his and letting him pull me up to stand next to him. Not bothering to let go of my hand he dragged me over to the bar in the center of the room and gently urged me to sit on one of the bar stools. After a moment of indecision I sat down which seemed to satisfy him.

I watched him, dread filling me as he walked around the bar and started pulling liquor bottles and glasses out and placing them on the bar between us. He didn't say anything as he mixed together a martini, glancing at me now and then. Once finished, he pulled out a martini glass and poured the clear liquid into it before sliding it across to me. I didn't touch it instead choosing to keep watching him as he fixed himself a glass of scotch. He lifted the glass to his lips to take a sip of the amber liquid but paused before doing so once he finally noticed me staring at him.

"What's this?" I asked pointing to the drink like it had done something personal to me.

"It's a martini and I'm pretty sure I've seen you drink one before." He said finally taking a sip of his drink.

"I meant why'd you make it for me." I clarified, rolling my eyes in annoyance.

"I figured you probably needed a drink if your feeling shitty enough to sit in the dark and cry." He said, lifting the glass to his lips again but pausing right before drinking from it. "Don't tell your dad." He said sounding very serious and subdued at the thought.

"You don't have to worry about me telling him anything." I said absently, staring at the glass in front of me. I'd had alcohol since what I now not so fondly call the "incident", but that was one glass of champagne, nothing that would do much except make me feel uncomfortably warm. This seemed bigger for reasons I couldn't understand. I glanced from under my lashes to see Nate giving me an odd look as he drank his scotch.

My left hand reached out and my fingers wrapped hesitantly around the stem, not pulling it closer towards me or pushing it away, just feeling it. I glanced up again to see Nate's lips twitching into a teasing smile and his eyes light up as he watched me, daring me to drink it.

I lifted the glass to my lips and downed the clear liquid, my eyes locked on his as it burned a path down my throat.

"Pretty good, but it would have been better with an olive." I said, smirking at him. He smirked back before downing the rest of his scotch in one gulp and grabbing my glass to make me another. In mere seconds another one appeared in front of me, this time with an olive and I quickly grabbed the olive and popped it into my mouth, chewing carefully.

"Better?" He asked, taking a sip of his freshly made scotch.

"Much." I said giggling as I lifted the glass to my lips once more.

This felt good. It may have been the alcohol flowing freely between us but I felt normal for the first time in a while. Things haven't felt this nice since long before "the incident". No bitterness, gossip, blame; things just felt right, like nothing could ruin this moment.

One glass, then another, and once we ran out of olives we just started sharing a bottle of whiskey Nate had found in a box. It felt like we were in a bubble, that could so carefully pop with the slightest prick and even tipsy I was aware of how last time I lost control Chuck had found out, so I remained guarded, but it turned out to be unnecessary. All we did was laugh over inane things like when Nate fell over off his bar stool laughing when he got dizzy spinning around on it. It wasn't that funny but I ended up laughing until tears spilled down my cheeks and my stomach muscles were clenching in protest. I guess I was a giggly drunk.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed since my cell phone was back at the penthouse and when I'd asked Nate he'd said his battery had died on his phone and he wasn't wearing a watch, so after while I just started counting time by how many drinks we'd had. I was counting 5 minutes for every drink I'd had and I summarized that about an hour had passed since I left the party.

The bottle was just about empty when things turned somber in the room.

"I thought she was cheating. I was sure of it." He says out of nowhere. I glance up at him but he's to busy staring at the bottle to notice. "I mean why else would she feel the need to sneak around and lie to me?" He doesn't wait for an answer which I'm happy about because I honestly don't think I have one. His face twists into a grimace before he continues, his words echoing loudly around the room. "No you know what, it's not even that she was keeping something from me. That's fine, she's entitled to her secrets but why him? Huh? Why could she trust him and not me?" He says bitterly, and meets my eyes like he's waiting for a response, like I'm supposed to know the answer. I say nothing, and eventually he looks away and continues his one-sided conversation. "I've been her friend for years, I loved, no, love her, and yet she keeps pushing me away like I wouldn't understand or something. I would. If she'd just talk to me about it, let me in for a moment I could help." He says his voice sounding oddly choked up and his face pinched. He hung his head, like he was tired all of a sudden.

"Maybe she's scared she'll push you away." I say, my voice uncertain and strained. He glances up warily at me.

"Why would she be scared of that? I'd never do that." He says sounding confused.

"Maybe she thinks the relationship is still to new for problems like this and she doesn't want to ruin it by bringing her problems into it."

"You think?" He asks hopefully.

"Maybe. I mean I'm not a Serena expert so I don't know what she's feeling but I'm sure she really does care about you." I sit there and watch him think it over. There's a question on the tip of my tongue that I can't help but want to ask and after a moment of indecision I decide to risk it, fuck the consequences. "Do you think it's my fault?" I ask finally looking at him seriously.

"What?" He asks, confusion showing clearly on his face.

"The way things are right now. Do you think I'm the one being difficult? That it's all my fault." I say watching him with anxious eyes.

"No." He says immediately, not unsure at all of his answer.

"Why? Why isn't it all my fault?" I ask when he doesn't elaborate further.

"There's too many problems and too many people involved for it to be your fault. Everyone's at fault, not just you." He says frankly, staring at me with honest and kind eyes. I exhaled a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding and lean my head down on my folded arms, staring at the amber liquid in the whiskey bottle solemnly.

"I feel like I'm stuck. Just repeating everything over and over again because I'm unable to move forward from what happened." I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Move forward from what?" He asks curiously. I can feel his eyes on me but I don't look up to meet them.

"It's nothing. Just something stupid that was out of my control." I say dismissively, still staring fascinated at the bottle. "No ones fault." I say quietly, for the first time accepting what I was saying.

I jumped when Nate grabbed the bottle suddenly and downed the rest of it in one gulp. He put it down and exhaled a heavy breath before sending me a smile. "We should probably get out there before anyone comes looking for us." He says easily, stretching his arms.

"Yeah that's probably best." I say, my voice subdued. It had to end eventually, it was inevitable. I stood up and walked over towards the wall I had been leaning against earlier and grabbed the belt off the floor. I fastened it around my waist quickly, smoothing the sides of my dress down to make it look less wrinkled. I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to smooth it down but I didn't have a mirror so I had no way of knowing how bad I looked. I turned around and saw Nate by the door waiting for me. I walked towards him and as I came closer I ended up stumbling into him. He caught me easily and set me straight, giving me a rueful smile. "What?" I asked, feeling self conscious.

"I didn't mean for us to drink that much. Now there definitely going to know." He said shaking his head.

"How do I look?" I ask, not responding to his previous assessment.

"Good." He says trying to keep a straight face but I could see his lips twitching.

"You're a bad liar." I say laughing as I opened the door to leave. He laughed coming out of the room behind me but he turned down the opposite hallway instead of following me back to the party. "Where are you going?" I asked curiously. He spun back around to face me and walked backwards away from me.

"I think I'm going to cut out early. Give her a chance to come talk to me when she's ready. No pressure."

"How considerate of you." I say teasingly.

"Well you know me, I'm nothing but considerate of others feelings." He said before turning down another hallway, out of sight from me.

I shook my head and walked down the staircase leading back to the party. I took a deep breath before stepping off the final step, coming into view of the party. I looked around the room, trying to find dad or Lily but came up empty when I saw Dan's back. I walked towards his, uncertain of what was to come.

"Hey." I said quietly. He turned around and looked at me, searching for something.

"Where have you been all night?" He said stepping closer to me so that no one else could here what we were saying.

"Here and there. You?" I asked glancing around me.

"What is that smell?" He asked suddenly making me glance up at him. He was staring at me suspiciously, making me nervous. "Are you drunk?" He asks seriously, eyes narrowed.

"Just a teeny tiny bit." I said, hiccupping as I held up my fingers to show him how much.

"This can't be happening right now." Dan said rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. "God, you smell like Chuck." He said covering his nose like the smell was offending him.

"That was unnecessary." I muttered in a quiet voice as a my lips formed into a pout.

"I don't think it was. What were you thinking?" He said judging me. That's all Dan does is pass judgment on people. Judgy, judgy, Dan. He looked around and noticed something behind me. I turned and followed his gaze to see dad and Lily talking to that Holly something lady. They appeared to be arguing with her and she looked like she wanted to bolt from the room. "Wait here." He said before trying to step past me.

"Wait, what did I do?" I asked confused, stepping in front of him to block him from walking away.

"Choosing now to get drunk, why would you do something so stupid? I mean tonight of all nights. This is really important Jenny, we don't have time for this." He says harshly, preaching at me.

"Okay first off, not drunk. Just slightly inebriated. Secondly, If it wasn't for me there would be nothing important going on tonight. You'd be wallowing in the corner over Vanessa besting you, not standing here trying to feel like your doing anything of importance."

"Just stay out of the way, okay. You've done enough already." He says harshly before walking away from me and towards them. I watched him go, angry at him for berating me and judging my decisions. I watched him walk up to greet them, Lily kissing him on the cheek and dad giving him a smile, like they were just one perfect little family that didn't seem to notice that they were missing one, like I was that forgettable. It made me sick that Dan can somehow do no wrong, that he's always right.

Perfect fucking Dan.

I bit my lip hard, barely tasting the blood that rose from my lips as I looked away from the scene, my stomach feeling unsettled. I looked across the ballroom and saw one William Van Der Woodsen coming through the main entrance. Without thinking, I walked towards him and backed him into a corner in the room.

"You need to leave." I said bluntly. He looked at me surprise showing clearly on his face.

"Why?" He asked, confused.

"Because if you don't get out of the city in the next thirty minutes, you'll be arrested and become the girlfriend to some big, burly guy named Buck." I said to him impatiently. His eyes widened at my honest words.

"How?" was all he managed to choke out in a shocked whisper.

"I found the pills and we had them tested. And if that wasn't enough I'm pretty sure that your partner Holly-"

"Holland." He corrected, interrupting me.

"Whatever. Holland I'm pretty sure isn't going to lie for you if it means she can avoid jail time." I said annoyed. "So I suggest you hurry your ass on out of here unless you want to be behind bars for the next five to ten years." I said unapologetically. He nodded jerkily before starting to walk back out the door but stopped and turned back to face me just as he reached the door.

"Your Rufus' daughter, why are you helping me?" He asked curiously. I thought over his question for a moment, not quite sure how to answer his question. It wasn't because I didn't know the answer, I knew why I warned him. I wanted to hurt dad, to push him just a tiny bit and make him notice me. Not forget me.

"Does it matter?" I asked rhetorically, shrugging my shoulders. "You should probably hurry up and leave. Your wasting useful time you need to get out of town." I said gesturing towards the door.

"Thank you." He said before ducking out the door.

"Didn't do it for you." I muttered waving at the now empty doorway.

"What did you do?" Dan said from behind me, startling me. I turned around to see him with a shell shocked expression on his face, staring at me with a look of horror on his face.

"Where's dad?" I asked not answering his question.

"Jenny what have you done?" He asked needlessly, already knowing the answer.

"What was necessary Dan." I said coldly, not faltering under his gaze. His face turned angry and I decided then and there that it was time for me to leave before Dan made a scene and drew attention to us. "Tell Serena she can thank me later." I said before turning to walk out the door.

"Where are you going?" He asked angrily.

"Home."

"You're drunk. You shouldn't be walking around drunk." He said angrily.

"I'll risk it." I said leaving through the door. When I didn't hear footsteps behind me I risked looking back to see that Dan was no longer in the doorway. I stepped out of my uncomfortable shoes and held them in one hand as I started running home.

I passed through a crowd of people, bumping into some drunk tourists who yelled obscenities at me as I passed them but I paid them no attention. The only thing I was aware of was the frantic beat of my heart.

I blocked out all thoughts and sounds, not feeling anything at the moment. I felt nothing and it felt so good to not feel anything for the first time in the past few months.

At this moment nothing could hurt me because I just can't bring myself to care.


A/N: I would like to thank you all for being patient with me. A few of you have left reviews that have went unanswered, I just want those of you that didn't get a reply to know that it was only because I didn't know when I was going to update and didn't want to give a deadline and not meet it. I already told Alita258, so I figured I should go ahead and officially announe that after this story there will be a sequel. It will be a while until that gets posted but I thought I would go ahead and share it with you all. Some amazing people made me some banners for the story and if you'd like to see them go to my profile. Thank you all for your support and I will try to update as soon as possible.

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