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- Sansa’s POV -
Sansa tried to ignore the scars on her body while she showered, she really did. She tried to ignore the feeling of their presence on her back as she ran the washcloth over them as gently as she could. She tried not to look at the word carved into her left thigh as she washed it tenderly, but the marks were still as fresh on her mind as the day she’d gotten them. She bit her lip, and continued to hold back the tears that for too long had been trying to force their way out. While she wanted to cry, she would not waste a tear and satisfy them – him – whether he knew of it or not.
It was finally over.
When one of the other women he went off gallivanting with became pregnant – she was tossed aside. The woman was smarter than her, had more money than her and was suddenly a much better option for him, and his future. She was tossed out like the trash. And she had never been happier. She was free. Free for the first time in over a year. She was free.
Her parents would worry if she stayed at the hotel room for too long, and they could come to see her. They couldn’t see her. Not until the weight she lost had returned to her (she didn’t even want to know how much weight she’d actually had lost), and not until the bruise on her cheek healed – at the least. They’d be suspicious when she would show up, and refused to wear the tank tops and backless dresses she used to adore. How she would now refuse to go swimming with the rest of the family – Sansa loved to swim. They would be suspicious when she flinched away from the boys, and their over eagerness and hugs. They would find the scars, look at her with nauseating pity and try to fight him.
He had threatened her enough times that she knew he would follow through with them. She was to keep quiet or very terrible things would happen to her family. Like what happened to that one maid she liked or Lady, her beautiful dog. Sansa bit her lip again and finished washing off the hotel soap before she turned off the shower. She quickly wrapped a towel around her head, so her wet hair wouldn’t drip all over the place, and then one around her body too.
Stepping out of the shower she heard her phone began to ring and swiftly made her way to where it sat on the sink. She recognized the number as the one she had called earlier about the ad for the new roommate, and she quickly answered after clearing her throat.
“Hello?” She practically sung the word, full of polite cheeriness hoping to win over whoever it was so she’d get the room.
“Sansa, is it? You called about the ad?” Her sing-song voice was a deep contrast to the rough, metal grinding voice at the other end of the phone.
“Yes, I did.” She toned down the cheeriness a little bit, just in case she was going a bit overboard.
“Why do you want it?” Sansa raised an eyebrow.
“Excuse me?” She blinked as she readjusted the towel around her body with her free hand.
“Why do you want the room?” She couldn’t help but snort at the question.
“So I have a place to live? I’d rather not live at a hotel that’s seventy dollars a night while I’m taking classes.” She retorted.
“Fair enough. I’ll text you the address. Have your shit in by Sunday so you can pay this month’s rent.” Sansa stared at the phone wordlessly in disbelief when she realized the man had hung up on her – but shrugged her shoulders as she sat down her phone. She had a home again. A place to call her own. She grinned stupidly into the mirror before she started to dry her long auburn hair. She glanced down when the text alert on her phone went off.
She reached for her phone and went to her messages to find the same number listed. Clicking it the message appeared – an address and nothing more. Not even her new roommate’s name. She furrowed her brow before setting the phone back down. She’d start moving in the next day – name or not, because she really didn’t want to spend another seventy bucks on this dreadful room.
- Sandor’s POV -
Ignoring his cell phone ringing in his pocket, Sandor took a large sip of his black coffee. Licking his lips and savoring the taste he let out a soft groan as the warmth of the drink spread throughout his body. Another long night of drinking himself onto oblivion until he passed out on his couch had left him with a scandalizing hangover.
His phone ringing didn't help at all, in fact it almost infuriated him.
Who the fuck would be calling at this bloody hour? He crinkled his nose at the thought, taking another sip of his coffee. Sitting at his dining room table, he glanced over the newspaper and suddenly remembered that he had put an ad in the Kings Landing Tribute that he was looking for a roommate.
It wasn't like him at all to want someone living with him; in fact he dreaded the idea of someone moving into his house, using his appliances and sleeping under his roof. After he had quit working for that fucking prick, he had found work at a construction company. The people he worked with didn't give a shit what he looked like, as long as he was strong enough to manage the equipment and do the job correctly the first time.
He had helped with building new homes, job sites for new complex buildings and even new strip malls. The pay was good, but not even close to what he was getting paid from his last job. Having lived with making that kind of money for years had made it hard for him to change his routine and spending habits.
Before he had quit, he had decided to buy his own bloody house. He also had made the choice to hire people to build it, because he hated the way the other houses on the market looked.
Not only did he buy a piece of property that was far back in the woods - but still close enough to make a trip to the local grocery store - he had wanted his house to resemble himself and what he liked. He had a two car garage built for his motorcycle and his truck, his house was two stories, a bedroom upstairs with its own bathroom along with a loft area that he converted into his own little guys night game room. He had a large pool table and a poker table for whenever Bronn and the guys came over to visit to smoke cigars and have a couple of beers.
The master bedroom was downstairs as well with his own bathroom. There was a living room with a large and long sectional couch; along with a sixty five inch flat screen LED television for him to watch his movies. Plus he also had surround sound built in, to make it feel like he was at the theaters. The kitchen was fairly large and had marble top counters and a marble top island that he used as a mini bar. The dining room was a decent size, he had a small round cherry wood table that could fit four people. His walls were plain, never finding any use in decorating.
But all these things added up in the long run, and he didn't want to lose his home and everything that he had worked for to own. Bronn had suggest that he should find a roommate to help pay the bills. It had taken Sandor a long time to come around to the idea, and the first roommate he had was a fucking prick. He had come home early from work one day and found the guy in his own room, searching for something good to steal or pawn off for whatever. Sandor almost beat the living shit out of him, but instead he ran upstairs and grabbed whatever his roommate owned and threw it down stairs.
Then he walked down stairs, the guy was too afraid to do anything and was standing still in shock as he watched Sandor pick up his things and throw it outside on the lawn.
"Get the fuck out and don't come back."
Ever since that situation, he had been very particular as who would be living with him. His phone beeped snapping him out of his thoughts and letting him know he had a new voice mail. Sighing, he checked his messages and pressed the phone up to his good ear to listen to the message.
"Hello, my name is Sansa Stark and I was calling about your ad in the paper about you looking for a roommate? I'm very interested in what you have listed, if you could please call me back at eight six seven, four four three six; I would really appreciate it. Thanks, have a good day, bye."
Blinking, Sandor replayed the message to make sure he heard everything correctly. He wasn't expecting a girl to call, he didn't really picture a girl living with him as a roommate either. But he needed the help with the money, badly.
Deciding to cook up some bacon and eggs, he debated whether or not to call this Sansa person back.
Stark... Stark.... Where have I heard that name before?
Then it clicked in his head, the name Ned Stark; Robert's old war friend. Sandor smirked thinking about Ned, he was an honorable man, and too trusting. But… He was a good person. He knew Ned had kids, but he couldn't remember what their names were... If Sansa was related to Ned Stark, then he'd know if he could trust her or not. Knowing Ned he raised his kids with honor and respect, unlike Robert who degraded his sons any chance he could get.
After he was finished cooking, he sat down to eat. Still thinking about how sweet this Sansa girl sounded over the phone. Even if she wasn't related to Ned Stark, it would be nice to have some female company around. Sandor looked around the house noticing some dust here and there. Females were known to be clean freaks right? Maybe she'll end up helping with cleaning the house.
Swallowing his last piece of bacon, he smirked. His headache was long gone and the more he thought about having a woman living with him rather than another man, the more he liked the idea. He dialed Sansa's number back, biting down on the inside of his cheek. He felt oddly nervous, and he hated talking over the phone. He'd rather fucking text.
"Hello?" The woman answered in an overly sweet voice that almost made his stomach turn. He wasn't used to woman talking to him like that. Only when they wanted his money or if they slurred because they were so drunk.
"Sansa, is it? You called about the ad?" He asked, just why would a woman want to live with him anyways? Was this some kind of a jape or a prank call? He knew that the world was full of assholes and cunts. If this girl was serious about moving in, then he would make sure of it.
"Yes I did." She replied gently.
"Why do you want it?" He felt his lips curl up in a snarl.
"Excuse me?" She asked, he had to admit she sounded adorable.
"Why do you want the room?" He almost laughed as he heard her snort in response.
"So I have a place to live? I'd rather not live at a hotel that's seventy dollars a night while I'm taking classes." She explained, he could hear the slight frustration in her voice.
Hell, he'd be frustrated too spending that much on a night while sleeping in a shitty hotel. He thought of the expenses of the dorms at the Universities and frowned, he knew they could be pricey as well. Maybe this girl really was sincere about living with him, he glanced at the calendar. This Sunday was the first Sunday of the month.
"Fair enough," Not wanting to talk anymore he decided to end the conversation so he could get ready for work, "I'll text you the address, have your shit in by Sunday so you can pay this month's rent." Without waiting to hear her reply, he hung up.
Feeling his face twitch as he smiled, he texted her his address. Now all he had to do was wait and see if she would show up. If she did show up and move in with him, he was curious as to how long she would stay. Letting out a sigh, he cracked his neck, he was curious to meet this Sansa Stark.