Blair regretted her decision later on, the room was cold and she didn't have any blanket, just the couch. She sat up in the middle of the night, with the aid of the night plan which was still on, she could see Dylan on the bed, sleeping peacefully.
"Dylan." She called. "Dylan!" She said again, this time tapping him gently on the shoulder. "Wake up, I know you can hear me!"
"Even when I leave you alone, you still look for ways to drive me nuts. Some of us have a place of work to go tomorrow morning Blair," he muttered sleepily, brushing her arm away. "What do you want?"
"I'm cold," she told him. "Give me a blanket or give space so I can sleep." Dylan was lying down horizontally on the bed, and Blair couldn't help but wonder if he did that on purpose just to stop her in case she decided to come back to the bed. "Are you listening to me. You like hearing me beg right? Something about me begging gives you joy, right?"
Hearing that a smile came to his face with his eyes still closed. "That's not my business, just so you know, your invitation to the bed has expired." He snuggled deeper into his bed, pulling the duvet off this chin. Blair eyed him, envious of the comfort he was getting.
"What?" She said although she heard him correctly. "You were the one who wanted me to sleep on the bed before, you are the one that carried me up here-"
"I don't want you on the bed anymore." He turned his back to her. "So, leave me alone Bella."
Her fist clenched in anger, she hated when he called her by that. "So, you would rather be childish and let me freeze to death than giving me a blanket?" When he gave no reply. She sighed, getting up. "Fine, I guess I should call your mother, disturb her from her peaceful rest and let her know her son will not give his-"
"Stop talking." He finally sat up, looking at her. "I only answered you because although you are really annoying, I don't want you dead."
"Oh wow, you are far too kind Mr Dylan Lancaster."
"Check the wardrobe, now go."
"Thank you," she muttered. Over there she found another duvet, it was the one that she had with her while in the living room, Dylan had placed it back there when she was sleeping. And that was how the couple spent their first night together.
Blair found herself in a classroom. She was putting on a white gown, staring at the white board before her, while the familiar looking teacher wrote on the board. Though Blair had never met this woman, she felt she knew her. "Hello, miss?" She called, but the woman didn't answer and kept busy with the board. Blair decided to go meet her, but as she moved to stand up, she found she was stuck. It was like there was a glue keeping her to the chair.
"It hopeless," A man said, Blair head snapped to the side as she saw Dylan sitting beside her. "I have tried, but we are stuck together."
"What do you mean?" She asked him, it was then Blair noticed something else, there was a cuff in her right hand, and the other was on Dylan's left, keeping them together. Looking back at the board, she noticed the key to the cuff, hanging on the woman's belt. "Lady!" Blair shouted at her. "Give me the key!" The lady suddenly stopped writing, dropping the marker, she turned to face Blair slowly. It was her, Blair. Except this was an older her. "What is this?" Blair whispered in horror.
"What do you want?" The Lady asked.
"The key," she found herself saying. "I want the key."
She pointed to the key that hung from her belt. Snatching it off the key holder, she walked towards Blair. "Here you can have it. If you really want to leave, you can leave."
She snatched it quickly, trying it in the hole, but it didn't work no matter how hard she tried. "Why isn't it working?" She asked, but all the lady did was smile and began walking back to the board.
"The key isn't working because-"
Blair fell off the couch. "Ow!" She cried out. It was already morning and Dylan wasn't in his bed anymore. She heard the bathroom door opening and then he stepped out, only with a small towel wrapped round his waist. Blair looked away quickly, her cheeks heating up. "Go put something on," she said getting up, and laying back on the bed.
"If you don't like what you see, look away," he told her going about his business.
"Asshole," she muttered, pulling the duvet over her head once more and going back to sleep.
It's been more than a month since the wedding. Blair found herself surviving with encouraging talks from her parents, Samantha and Jessica, they have been the shoulders that she relied on. She didn't know what she would have done without them, actually she was afraid to think on what she would have done. Sometimes, when things were really quiet and dark, she couldn't help but recoil in her shadows, the same place that Richard had found her, before he pulled her out with his love. Richard had been almost everything to her, she became a part of her, became all could think about and that's because she saw him as her saviour. Only he knows of the things she had been going through before he showed up, only he could see past the mask of the smiling face to the scarred one behind. He had shown her a light she hadn't seen for a long time, brought her a miracle. When he left, he had taken all that away.Blair hated him, for the pains he had caused her, for making her believe, when he didn't. S
Erin was much different from the last time Blair saw her, was during her mother's burial. She had sat alone on the bench, dressed all in black, not speaking to anyone who approached her to share their condolences. Blair remembered thinking Erin was really strong, if she had lost her mum, she didn't think she could hold it together just the way Erin did. Blair had later caught Erin crying after she thought that everybody had left. She had wanted to walk up to her, to console her and tell her everything would be fine. But Blair wasn't the judge of life, she couldn't predict if everything will be fine. She also wasn't sure the exact words to say to Erin, there relationship was kind of a forced friendship, so instead she had walked away and called her mother instead to check on Erin.She had on the brightest smile when she saw Blair approaching. "Blair!" She walked over to them quickly, giving her a hug. "It's been like... Well, a really long time," she said after she had pulled back."Ye
Blair had sworn that she wasn't going to answer the call, but it seemed it also wasn't going to let Blair sleep peacefully till she answered it. She bit the hem of her pillowcase in anger while finally reaching out for her phone, with the plan to switch it off, but decided against it when she saw who was calling. It was Dylan's mum. She sat up, rubbing the sleep away from her eyes, she answered the call. "Good morning," she greeted. "Sorry, I wasn't with my phone. Have you been calling for long?""I's fine dear, I haven't. Are you still in bed? Your voice is heavy and kind of rough.""Oh no," Blair said quickly, clearing her throat. "I'm not in bed anymore. I just finished eating that's why, I'll drink some water."Ok good. I need you to run an errand for me, that's of you're not too busy, but this is really important.""No, I'm not busy. What is it, do you need me to come over?" Blair crossed her fingers, praying that she wouldn't ask for that."No you don't have to." Blair relaxed a
"Sir, it's Alexa."Dylan sighed, it was his receptionist. "Come in Alexa." The door opened slowly, Alexa first poked her head in, before the rest of her body followed. "Is there a problem?""N-nothing really sir, I just came to apologize. I swear I didn't know she was your wife. I would never have spoken to her in that manner if I knew who she was, I apologize sir, please don't fire me.""My wife? In what manner?"Alexa's eyes widened with realization as she realized that Blair hadn't told Dylan about their encounter earlier. "Your wife didn't tell you anything?""No." Dylan frowned. "Alexa did you say anything disrespectful to my wife?""I'm so sorry sir. I knew you were married, but I've never met your wife before and when she came in asking to see you, I was...""How many times have I warned you about the way you talk to people?" Dylan suddenly felt like a big hypocrite. He felt he was no different from Alexa, he also had just spoken to his wife like she was trash. "Just leave, I'm
"I don't mean to disturb your sleep, just thought I should let you knowBlair dried her tears quickly, happy that Dylan wasn't looking at her to see them. She got out from the bed, to go wash her face in the bathroom. "A vacation? Where are we going?""Somewhere." He glanced at her. "It was my mother's idea. Apparently, I wasn't supposed to resume work a day after my wedding. It's not a husbandly thing to do and I haven't been treating you right."Blair rolled her eyes. "Well, that's something I expect every man should know...not you though," She muttered entering the bathroom, coming out few minutes later. "What are you doing?" Blair had caught Dylan holding her diary. "That's personal!""Calm down I wasn't reading it, I was only placing back for you, you're the one who left it laying around carelessly."Though they didn't fight as often as the first few weeks of their marriage, there were still occasional arguments every now and then. Blair had been counting, it has been two months
Dylan returned just when Blair was coming down the stairs with her bags. "Let me help you with that," he offered. She was to tired, so she let him. "What are you carrying in here?" He said as he took the bag from her. "We are only going to be away for a week, not a month.""Everything in that bag is very important," she told him. "And that's not all, there's another bag still up in the room." He shot her a look, but she only laughed, enjoying herself."Are you guys leaving already?" Donna asked when she saw Blair, who had just come down from the stairs."Yeah," Blair said giving her a quick hug. "I guess it's still next week then.""Blair, where are you!" Dylan shouted from outside."I better go now, before he comes and drags me out himself.""You guys have an amazing time!" Donna waved as they drove off.Blair had her head phones on, listening to one of Erin's asmr, the one she had specially recommended to Blair. In just the first minute, Blair had to admit that she was feeling more
"His sister?" Blair questioned with a frown. "I'm not his sister, I'm his wife." She scoffed. "And I'll have whatever he's having.""Uh, I'm so sorry. I swear I didn't know you two were involved like that because..." Giving one last look at Dylan, she hurried away.Blair wanted to mention to the girl that she shouldn't have been so quick to assume things, it reminded her of Dylan's receptionist. "Really?" Blair asked once she was gone."What?" He shrugged, reaching for the glass of water on the table. "Did I do something wrong?""You couldn't even have the decency to flirt with her behind my back? She thought I was your sister and that's only because she didn't think you would be flirting with her before your wife.""I didn't flirt with her, I simply told her I would have whatever she thought best. What's so bad about that? When did that count as flirting?""Oh please." Blair scoffed. "I saw the way you were looking at her, you were obviously flirting and-""Why do you care anyways."
"Yes, I-" Blair stopped dancing the moment she saw Dylan walking towards them, she tried to free herself from Michael's hold.immediately, but he had a pretty strong grip. "Let go of me Michael.""Come with me." He pulled her away from Michael, removing his hold from Blair's arm, then proceeding to brush invincible dust from where Michael's hands had been on Blair. "You shouldn't let other men lay your hands on you ""Dylan? What are you doing here?" Blair looked from Michael to Dylan, a panicked look on her face. "I thought you already left.""Hey, what don't you just leave the lady alone-""Please shut up. I'm speaking to my wife. Next time if you need an ass to grind against your crotch, go pay for a lap dance, or even better find for yourself a wife." He turned to Delphine. "You, come with me." Not waiting for a reply or a reaction, he began pulling her away."Husband? But she told me she wasn't here with anyone," Michael said, but when he saw Blair was not resisting Dylan, he shru