They spent the rest of the night playing cards. Sansa taught Margaery a few games that were popular in Winterfell and Margaery commented at how good she was at it.

"If you think I'm good at card games you should see me play chess. Joffrey's never beat me and that's why we don't own a chess board." Sansa whispered to Margaery so Joffrey wouldn't hear in the next room over. They burst into giggles, laughing at his weak pride, a common trait Sansa found that most men had.

"You miss Winterfell don't you?" Margaery asked.

"Almost as much as I miss my family. I don't even know what's become of them. After my marriage which was supposed to mend the dispute between families, it did the opposite. My family and Joffrey's family were the most influential in their respected territories, they can create war by the snap of their fingers. My brother wanted war after Joff's family hired a hit man to take down my father and I've heard rumors of an underground war. But I'm so cut off from communication, I don't know much," It took Sansa a minute to get the last sentence out, "I've also heard rumors that my brother is dead too."

This was the first time Sansa had spoke about it since the marriage. She listened to the radio she read the paper, but the war wasn't an official war. It was between gangsters and CEOs, politicians and innocent citizens. It was a war nobody spoke about but everybody feared. People were dying everywhere but she didn't know who was doing the killing.

"I'll take you there Sansa. We'll see what's become of your family." Margaery gently squeezed Sansa's hand from across the table. They had been talking in whispers and she felt paranoid that Joffrey heard them.

"We better get off to bed. You have to leave early in the morning." Sansa spoke loud and clearly.

"Bed sounds like a good idea." Joffrey said from the other room, turning the tv off he walked in and smiled at Sansa and Margaery.

—

Sansa could feel Joffrey next to her, she wasn't asleep but she was pretending to be. It had been twenty five minutes of agony as she was trying to fall asleep but she was so anxious for Margaery to wake her in a few hours and leave this place forever. Feeling Joffrey's body next to her made her feel dirty and even more anxious. She remembered the smile he gave her as they were going to bed. She was familiar with that smile. The smile he gave her when he wanted sex. The smile that haunted her in her dreams. It wasn't a smile it was a warning.

"Sansa. Sansa wake up." Joffrey said. He had said it four times before and finally he was giving up. He huffed and puffed and got out of bed. Sansa imagined he'd go to the bathroom and jerk off like he always did when he wanted sex and she'd fake sleep. The second he left the room she let out a small sigh of relief. It would be the last time she'd have to do this. Thank the gods.

A few minutes of being alone and she felt the sleep creep over her. She'd need at least a few hours to be alert and on the road. She imagined her and Margaery would take turns. Just as Sansa imagined driving down the open road, freedom getting closer and closer with each mile, she heard a scream and a thud on the ground.

Immediately Sansa was up and alert.

She knew exactly who's voice it was. Margaery.

"GET OFF! SANSA! HELP ME!"

Sansa rushed to the guest room finding Joffrey on top of Margaery, half naked and animalistic. Margaery's arms were pinned above her head as Joffrey struggled to rape her.

"SANSA PLEASE!" Margaery's cries cut through Sansa and she jumped on top of Joffrey, trying to get him to get off her but he was stronger than Sansa knew.

"Stop." There was a calm rage in his voice. It was terrifying. He threw Sansa on the ground, yelling a string of profanities as he told Margaery to shut up. Sansa ran out of the room searching.

Searching for anything. Searching for how to stop him. She was dizzy and running back to Margaery, she didn't know what she was doing or how she was going to help her but before she knew it, Sansa had a knife covered in blood all over her hands and Joffrey on the floor. On the floor where he pushed Sansa off the first time. On the floor covered in his own blood and Sansa standing over him. She looked down and dropped the knife. Trying to take back what she had done. Trying to rid herself from the accident.

"Sansa." Margaery spoke quietly through heavy breaths. "Sansa we need to leave."

Margaery was right. They had to leave immediately.

"Let me take a shower first." Sansa spoke in a surprisingly calm voice. She wanted to wash off the blood, wash off the accident. She could have gotten his gun and fired a warning shot. Scared him you know? Sansa could have threatened to call the police or run next door or something. She didn't have to kill him?

But he was hurting Margaery. He was trying to rape her. And Margaery needed Sansa. Sansa needed Margaery. They needed each other and they need Joffrey out of the picture. All the things he had done to her over the past two years. Bragging that he was the reason her father was dead and that her brother probably was too. Yelling at her and calling her stupid for being unable to get pregnant. Threatening to kill her when he had too much to drink. His hands around her neck countless times, lazily pointing his gun at her, and then calling her baby and promising he'd be better to her. He'd really, really try this time. He'd promise to never hurt her again and it'd be like before, when they were dating and Sansa truly loved him, sometimes she believed him when he spoke these words. In these episodes he'd promise he would try to make up for it all, but it was never enough. It'd never be enough. He could talk to her with sweet words like he did when they were dating, making her feel young again, but it never made up for the pain he caused her. Physically and emotionally. He hurt her everyday. It was time she got back at him.

Sansa washed herself and washed away the thought of Joffrey ever hurting her again. At least she wouldn't have to worry about him searching for her as she ran away.

Oh gods. What had she done?

—-

"Sansa. Are you ready? We need to hurry." Margaery's voice was distant. It was far and muffled. Sansa opened her eyes and she found herself laying in the tub with the shower curtain wrapped around her and the water pouring on her. She had blacked out. Sansa heard pounding on the door and Margaery's voice asking if she was okay but Sansa wasn't sure if she was. She wasn't sure if she could talk. She felt like an empty glass bottle being pushed from a tower, almost hitting the ground, shattering into a million pieces.

Sansa reached for the shower knobbed and turned it off.

"I'm fine," Sansa croaked out, "I'll be out in a second." she grabbed for the towel that her and Joffrey received as a wedding present with their initials embroidered on it. A time when she thought she loved Joffrey. Now he was dead and it was because of her. She was a murderer.

—

They had been on the road for an hour and hadn't spoken a word. Sansa's throat felt dry no matter how many bottles of water she drank. It was Margaery who packed Sansa's stuff up and helped her to the car. Sansa began to wonder what Joffrey looked like now, if his body smelled. If anybody had found him yet. If anybody will ever find him. If his family will come after her, knowing that she did it. She left the knife there with her DNA all over it. Oh gods. Sansa felt the world tip. She reached for the door handle to get out. She had to get out.

"Sansa what are you-" luckily Margaery had slowed down completely because before she could finish her sentence, Sansa was out of the car throwing up on the side of the road. "Oh god, Sansa, sweetie." Margaery got out of the car and was by Sansa's side, holding back her auburn hair as Sansa retched everything she had up. Soon she was crying and found her head in Margaery's lap. Crouched on the side of the country road, it had to be around 3 in the morning, only the light from the moon and the car's headlight illuminated the darkness as Sansa rocked back in forth in Margaery's arms. She held on tight to her and Margaery held her back, petting her hair, shushing her, trying to calm her down.

"I killed him. I killed my husband." She could barely get the words out in between sobs.

"I know. But you saved me Sansa. You stopped a horrible person." Sansa knew Margaery was right. But she felt so sick about it. So guilty. So afraid.

"I had to. I had to." She thought about all the times Joffrey put a knife to her neck when he found out some of his men had been killed. Threatening to teach her family a lesson. Accusing her of betraying him. Sansa thought about the time he bragged about sleeping with so many other women, not that she cared, she preferred it, but he would claim that it was her fault that he had to be with other women. That since she wouldn't give him a child, he had to search other places. "I had to."

—

More hours into being on the road and they were talking. Margaery and Sansa were talking and laughing, almost forgetting about what happened. They were so into their conversation that it wasn't until their stomachs were growling that they realized they were hungry. It was seven in the morning and breakfast sounded perfect.

They pulled over to a local diner, only a few people were eating, it being too early and a thursday morning, most people were at jobs or still getting ready to go to their jobs. The quaint little diner was almost entirely theirs.

Two stacks of pancakes, bacon, and countless cups of coffee later, Sansa realized she had no money. Absolutely none. Joffrey never let her have a dime of his and she didn't have access to his bank accounts. If she ever needed money she had to ask him and tell him exactly what it was for right down to the penny. It was always shameful and made her feel so small that she rarely asked for money except for groceries.

"I, uh, I don't have any money." Sansa said quietly, feeling so embarrassed and childish, she looked down at her coffee.

"Don't worry about it, dear. It's on me." She smiled that smile that let Sansa know she knew exactly what she was doing. When Margaery smiled like that it made Sansa feel safe.

Margaery pulled out a fifty dollar bill from the inside of an empty lipstick bottle and laid it on the table, getting up and grabbing Sansa's hand, they left.

"Keep the change." she told the waitress as they passed by.

—-

Fifty dollars? She dropped a fifty dollar bill on a meal that cost barely ten bucks combined. How she could afford to live like that? Even if Margaery was as wealthy as Sansa's family, it'd be reckless to spend like that.

"Where are we going Marg?" Sansa should have asked before she agreed to run away with Margaery. Before she decided to leave forever. Before she killed her husband.

"Home, Sweetheart." Margaery looked over at Sansa as their hair blew freely in the wind.