Warnings: Mature Language, Drug Addiction/Alcohol Addiction Mentioned, Scheming, Death, Threats, Crying, Drug and Alcohol Misuse, Manipulation, Slut Shaming, Degradation, Depression, Denial, Dark Chuck Playing Dirty.
A/N: This chapter is a long one I'm writing a full ep plus plus ton of drama so get comfortable bbys. This chapter is a whole lot of angst but fluff all in one, hope its worth the wait, enjoy the christmas gift xoxo
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I SAT CROSSED LEGGED in my living room taking deep breaths. My eyes were closed as I tried to focus on the moment, trying to release my negative energy. A month had passed since I'd been in the facility and I'd only been back on the Upper East Side for a few days. "Natey I can feel your eyes open." I gently commented, a soft huff escaping my lips. "Not confirming or denying anything, but how can you even sense that?" Nate asked, being vague. Sure, my eyes were closed but I could always sense things. Chuck used to compliment me on it, he claimed it was one of my most impressive skills that was non sexual.
