Bill never understood why Blair disliked him, but her inexplicable hatred made him dislike her just as much. Luckily for them, they come to realise it was all just a misunderstanding.
REDAMANCY
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for anyone that doesn't wanna read this chapter due to the triggering topics, i'll put a brief summary at the end of the chapter
THIRD PERSON POV November 5th, 2002
Blair's dad was in the military and, at the start of 2002, was sent to serve in Afghanistan, much to her dismay. She was worried at first, but soon told her father's death was unlikely. He also reassured her that, once he came home, he was gonna leave the army, and get a job that meant he got to spend a lot more time with her. With that in mind, Blair embraced the change, waiting everyday for her dad to come back.
But he never. Not alive, anyway. It was a cold November evening when Blair heard three hard knocks on the door.
"Blair, honey, could you get the door?" Her mom yelled from the kitchen. Blair stood up from the couch excitedly and ran to the door, hoping it was her dad surprising her by coming home super early. Her hope dissipated when she saw two silhouettes at the door, but nothing could have prepared her for who it was.
When she opened the door, she was met with two men in military uniforms, both sporting an impressive amount of medals. Blair smiled widely and invited the two in, oblivious to the sad looks on their faces.
"Mom!" She yelled into the kitchen, "The army's here!"
She heard her mom drop the cutlery she was holding and run into the living room, recognising the two men as her husband's friends.
"He's not," she said, her hand on her heart.
"We're very sorry, Mrs Schroeder," one man said, "But Stefan won't be coming home from Afghanistan."
Blair didn't remember much after that, she blacked out at the sound of her mother's pained crying. For a while, she tried to convince herself that he was coming back, that he was just lost, but deep down she knew better than that. She never saw him again.
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THIRD PERSON POV December 25th, 2002
Blair was slowly but surely coming to terms with her father's death. It had only been a month, so she was of course still upset, but it was Christmas and she had to be happy for her mother and the rest of their family.
The first Christmas without him felt weird. Blair and her mom decorated the house, and she strangely missed the complaints her dad would make about things not being in the right place, despite the fact it used to annoy her so much.
She didn't get to go out and choose a gift for him like she had every year. She didn't get to listen about him worrying what to get her mother, since 'she's so perfect, she deserves a gift just as good as her'.
She didn't get to watch her parents being overly romantic when they visited the Christmas markets, complete gross out at their PDA. She missed everything about him, especially now.
But, on Christmas morning, she woke up as happy as she could be, walking into her mother's room. Strangely, she was out of bed. Blair just shrugged, figuring she'd woke up early to make a special Christmas breakfast.
She walked downstairs, smiling at the unopened presents under the tree. Despite not being able to smell anything cooking, she walked into the kitchen, instantly screaming at the sight.
"Mom?" She asked, kneeling next to the unconscious woman on the floor. Her face was a pale, almost blue colour, and a bottle of empty pills lay a few centimetres from her head. Blair was young, but she knew exactly what an overdose was.
Before she could panic, she called an ambulance, but there was nothing they could do for her mother, she'd already been gone for hours.
After making sure Blair was safe, they dropped her off at her aunt and uncle's house, where she had two cousins, an seventeen-year-old girl and a nine-year-old boy. When she was alone in her new room, she read her mother's letter.
Dear B,
I'm sorry to do this to you on Christmas, but everything was really getting to me, I couldn't hold it in any longer.
I tried to prolong my life as much as I could for you, but you know how much I loved your father, and I couldn't do it without him, especially during Christmas time, so I have to go and see him.
I got you a lot of gifts, though! I hope you like them, me and your father will be watching you open them from heaven, or wherever we go after death.
Please don't let this make you do anything stupid. I'm weak, but I know your father raised a strong girl, so please, stay alive and let our memory live on. You'll probably be sent to live with Uncle Frank and Aunt Andrea, I know they'll take good care of you.
Merry Christmas, my baby. I'll see you when you get here.
All my love, Mama ♡
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THIRD PERSON POV July 19th, 2007
Blair started cutting herself not long after her mother's death. On her thighs, so that nobody would notice them. At least not for a while, anyway. Her boyfriend, Toby, was the first to ever see them.
The two were making out, when Blair pulled away, still close to her boyfriend's face. "I think I wanna take it a little further," she said, Tony smiling, "Not all the way, just- you know..."
"Like, you want me to touch you?" Blair nodded nervously, "It'd be my pleasure."
Blair smiled as Toby unbuttoned her shorts, pulling them down. She'd almost forgotten about the scars she had, until it was too late.
"Wait!" She shouted, attempting to cover them, but it was too late.
"Blair..." Toby whispered, looking at the marks, some old, some new, "Is this... How long... What?"
"I'm sorry, Toby."
"Don't say sorry, I get it, your life's been really hard. Are they new?"
"Some are. I've been doing it since mom died, it's hard to stop."
"I get it. But can you try? This isn't a healthy habit. I'm here for you. Everyone is. Me, Alice, your aunt and uncle, your cousins. You don't have to resort to this."
Blair nodded, and they were soon forgotten about, her being clean ever since.
summary: when blair was 12 her dad died in the army and her mum soon after committed so she was sent to live with her aunt and uncle
she started sh not long after but toby noticed and now she's been clean since july 2007
a/n: would it really be my book if i didn't add parent related trauma
