Innocence Lost: 8/?
Title: Innocence Lost
Author: kellou24
Based On: TV Series
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairings: Eventually Nate/Jenny
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Something traumatic happened to Jenny Humphrey and she doesn't quite know how to deal with it.
Warning: Story contains VERY dark subject matter.
I self-consciously smoothed down the front of the yellow dress Lily had forced me to wear as I felt one of Vanya’s nephew’s eyes on me again.
Within minutes of arriving at the banquet hall Vanya’s mother, BeBe as she sternly instructed me to call her, introduced me to Luka the pervert. Somehow I’d made quite the impression with her last night, even though I have no recollection of meeting the crazy old lady, because of the modest way I dress and my shy disposition.
Apparently me being moody and not wanting to converse with people is actually code for her that I’m a shy wallflower.
Go figure.
She seems to think that I’m a good girl, unlike some of the other young ladies at this ceremony and she has so graciously decided to set me up with one of the few good boys in attendance, which apparently there aren’t many because my choices for good life partners are between the pervert, the guy who smells like bad cheese and the guy standing in the corner who keeps picking his nose.
Cyrus drew my attention away from the guy with the sweaty palms as he asked everyone to gather around Vanya and Dorota. I stood behind a ridiculously tall guy, my heels giving me just enough of a height advantage so I could see over his shoulder, with Dan and Eric flanking my sides.
I heard Eric let out a quiet huff so I glanced out of the corner of my eye cautiously as I drowned out the voices of Vanya and Dorota as they pledged there love for each other to see if he was going to start hounding me with questions again.
Thankfully he didn’t seem to be paying me any mind; in fact he was staring across the ballroom at something that must have caught his attention. I followed where his eyes were focused and saw a brunette that looked to be our age standing with a blonde girl. I watched as the girl put her arms around his waist, hugging his body closer to her.
I quickly looked back over at Eric when I heard his sharp inhale at the girl’s movements. His eyes strayed suddenly to mine and I was just about to open my mouth to say something when my attention was called back to the center of the room when everyone began clapping.
I watched as Dorota and Vanya happily kissed and held hands, ready to be happily joined together for the rest of there lives.
“And now it’s time to get married!” Cyrus exclaimed happily, throwing his hands up in the air enthusiastically while everyone started clapping. “So will the happy couple who will be escorting Dorota and Vanya into the chapel please step forward?” He asked gesturing for Chuck and Blair to step towards Dorota and Vanya. Chuck stood next to Vanya but Blair had her back turned towards them, not moving an inch.
“Miss Blair? Are you okay?” Dorota asked quietly as she stepped closer to Blair, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.
“I can’t do this.” Blair said turning around until she was facing Dorota. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she shook her head.
“Miss Blair?” Dorota asked confused.
“I can’t keep pretending and I can’t lie to you Dorota.” She said as fresh tears started streaming down her face. “Chuck and I aren’t happy, at all. And if we walk you in your marriage will be jinxed.” She said making Chuck look down to the floor. “I’m sorry. I can’t.” She said before moving through the crowd and running towards the back room.
I barely resisted the urge to groan at her melodramatic behavior as I watched Dorota start to follow her.
Leave it to Blair to find a way to make someone else’s day about her.
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So the wedding pretty much went off without a hitch, saved for the obvious tension between Chuck and Blair.
I was now currently standing in the ballroom where we had all convened to afterwards so we could congratulate Vanya and Dorota while having the luxury to eat either fish or chicken that had been sat out most of the day under hot lamps.
Sounds delicious, right?
Eric had abandoned me to go sulk in the bathroom over the fact that his prospect for a new boyfriend was already someone else’s. I wish I could muster up some sympathy over his predicament but I guess I’m still kind of ticked that his hope for a new boyfriend to hold hands with has overshadowed any worry that he’d had for me.
Sure, I most likely wasn’t going to tell him but is it so much to ask for that he could at least pretend to still care.
I downed the rest of my glass of champagne, grimacing a bit at the feeling of the drink hitting the bottom of my empty stomach, while glancing covertly around the room.
Dad and Lily were talking to Vanya and Dorota, seeming to be having a great time talking to another boring married couple. Nate, Serena, Chuck and Blair were all absent, probably off fighting with each other or trying to take down someone who had done something to them.
Anyone else notice the pattern they’d seemed to have fallen into?
I looked to the right of the room and almost groaned when I saw Luka making his way eagerly towards me. I hurriedly turned around, almost running straight into one of the waiter’s as I briskly walked down the hall, trying to get away from him.
I quickly ducked into the closest door, narrowly avoiding Luka who was enthusiastically chasing me as if I was playing a game with him. I sighed in relief as I sagged against the oak door looking around the room I’d entered.
It was another big room held for parties with a huge bar set up to the far left with stools surrounding the counter. But that’s not what caught my attention.
Nate was sitting at one of those stools. He must have heard the sound the door made when it slammed against the frame but he didn’t bother acknowledging me choosing instead to stare morosely at the bottle of Jack Daniels in front of him.
I cautiously walked towards him; aware of him inhaling sharply the closer I got to him. I sat down in the stool next to him, keeping my eyes on his face. He lifted his head, eyes meeting mine and I could immediately read the hidden message he was sending before he told me.
“She left with him.” He said gruffly, not bothering to hide the hurt in his voice as he took another sip out of the bottle.
“So she-“I quickly cut myself off, dropping my eyes to the counter before I could continue, not really wanting to know the answer to that question because I really didn’t want to feel sorry for him.
“No, she didn’t.” He said causing me to look up at him sharply. I stared at him feeling more confused the longer I sat here as I watched him alternate between staring at the wall in front of him and the bottle he was quickly draining.
“I don’t understand,” I said slowly.
“What’s not to understand?” He asked with no emotion or conviction in his voice.
“If she didn’t cheat on you then why are you sitting in here looking like she just killed your puppy?”
“Because she left with him,” He said clenching his fist until his fingers turned white.
“Uh huh, and?” I asked waiting for him to elaborate.
“What more do I need to say? She chose him over me.” He said turning so his eyes were boring into mine.
“How do you see that?”
“I asked her point blank not to talk to him and told her that I would help her find her dad, and then instead of agreeing to take my help she goes off with him instead,” He said huffing angrily.
“I don’t see the big deal,” I said carefully really not wanting his anger turned on me.
“The big deal is that she lied to me about being in touch with Carter and the only reason she told me is because I found out from you that they were together, and then when given the choice between me and him, she chose him.” He finished before directing his gaze away from my face and down to the counter.
I didn’t know what to say after that, so we ended up just sitting there awkwardly not saying a word to each other for several minutes. Finally after seeing him reach for the bottle for the fourth time I decided I’d had enough of his moping and that I needed to put a stop to it.
I stood up on the counter picking up the bottle and proceeded to keep it away from him.
“Jenny, give it back to me,” He said his eyes half lidded as he released an annoyed breath, just lifting his hand for it, not even bothering to look up at me.
“No.” I said as I started walking to the other end of the bar.
“Jenny,” He pleaded halfheartedly, still not bothering to look up at me.
“Nope,” I said swinging my head towards him feeling a smile start to curve my painted lips upward as an errant brown curl fell in front of my eyes, briefly blocking my vision.
“Come on,” He huffed finally glancing up towards me angrily. I watched feeling my eyebrows furrow in confusion as I watched the anger drain from his face to be replaced by shock and wonder.
“What?” I asked self-consciously, straitening my slumped form and reaching a hand up to tuck the stray curl behind my ear. He just shook his head making me fidget nervously as I stood above him. I decided to get down from the top of the bar, feeling the unease subside a bit as I hurriedly tried to climb down from the bar.
My foot slipped suddenly on the seat of the stool and I fell back, banging my head on the counter of the bar, making me dizzy. I let out a small laugh, feeling a gentle hand being placed on my forehead as I waited for the stars to fade from my vision. I cracked open my eyes to see Nate staring worriedly at me, thumb rubbing a soothing circle onto my forehead. I felt that same nervous unease return as I realized that he was standing between my open thighs and that my dress had had rode up a bit.
“Are you okay?” He asked smiling prettily down at me. I nodded sitting up slowly until I was completely upright waiting for him to step out from between my thighs.
He didn’t, choosing instead to move closer, placing a hand on the back of my head and rubbing a soothing and gentle pattern into my hair. I licked my lips, nervously watching as his eyes followed the way the pink tip of my tongue ran over my bottom lip before licking his own.
He quickly threaded his fingers through my hair, pulling my lips to meet his.
I placed my hands on his shoulders, trying to push him away from me but if anything he seemed to have gotten closer ignoring my gasp. His hands moved from my hair, down my back before grabbing a handful of my dress while I tried unsuccessfully to push him off of me.
I started panicking when I felt the palm of his left hand start to run up my thighs. His hand had just reached the end of my dress when I bit down on his lip, hard.
He released me with a startled jerk causing me to fall back, only catching myself from falling off the bar when I hurriedly placed my hands on the bar, just managing to keep me upright. We were both breathing heavily and I only took a moment of satisfaction when I saw that his lip was bleeding before meeting his eyes which were apologetic and regretful as I felt my own well up with tears.
“I’m sorry,” He murmured still breathing heavily. A sneer appeared on my lips once the sound of his weak apology reached my ears.
He wasn’t sorry.
My hand moved so fast it was only after I felt the sting in my hand and heard the sharp smack that I’d realized that I’d hit him. He looked shocked, placing a hand on his reddening cheek as he watched me move off the bar and walk towards the door.
I threw open the door and walked out of the room leaving him, choosing not to acknowledge the sound of glass shattering and his cursing as I ran out of the building, disgustedly wiping my lips off with the back of my hand.
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