Just like a fairytale Chapter 2-And she lived happily ever after...kind of

Arya stood at a table, smiling at guests, taking orders when she heard HIS voice all of a sudden and it sent shivers up and down her spine. She jerked her head in direction where HIS voice came from and searched the café frantically with her eyes, the customers completely forgotten. Then she noticed HIM. HE wasn't in the café but on the big screen up in the corner. Danny turned the volume louder and the complete population of female customers and staff members sight and gushed over the handsome rock star Gendry Baratheon, also known as "Gutter Rat". Arya stared at him she drank in his handsome face, his deep, rough and husky voice resonating deep within her, triggering memory's she had tried and failed to bury deep inside her. The longing for him crashed over her with such a force she literally faltered where she stood. The movement snapped her out of it. She looked around, the customers where all still fixed on the screen and drooling over him, she couldn't stand it. It was one thing to see him on screen or in the papers and knew she could never be with him again, but seeing all these women drooling over the man she still deeply and hopelessly loved for almost nine years now, sent her over the edge. Arya knew she had no right to be jealous, it was her own fault after all, but she couldn't handle this. She need a distraction some time and space to contain all this emotion bubbling up inside her. Arya left the customers be and went to the back office. Yeah paperwork was good she needed to do them anyway so why not now. Although she tried to concentrate on her work, memory's crashed over her.


After "Operation Cobra" had failed so tremendously and Arya could never see Gendry ever again. She had found herself wandering the streets. At night she would stay in the women's shelter, but at day she would just wandering around the city in utterly and total despair, lost. Arya was lost. One day she had stopped in a café in Downtown New York. She had just sat there doing nothing when suddenly a waitress just sat down a mug of coffee in front of her on the table. Arya looked up to saw a beautiful women with lilac eyes and platinum blond hair smiling at her. She looked rather young maybe only a couple of years older than Arya herself. Her name tag said "Danny" "You look like you need one.", Danny said. Unconsciously Arya smiled at that. "Don't worry about the bill, it's on the house." and before Arya had any chance to reply Danny returned to her work. From that day on Arya came back to the café everyday, normally just sitting there observing the people who passed by, and sometimes, not often though, chatting with Danny. Arya found out that the young women was twenty years old and owner of the café. Her family wasn't happy with her life choices so Danny was on her own, just like Arya. One day the café was packed with people and Danny was short on staff. Without even thinking about it Arya grabbed a tablet and helped out. By the end of the day Danny offered her a job and since Arya was homeless the apartment above the café. And slowly but surly Arya found herself again, living on again, not for her but for the tiny bundle of happiness and joy Gendry unknowingly had left with her.


Nowadays Arya was Danny silent partner. The money from "Operation Cobra" helping her to run the café and working for her so she could provide a rather nice style of living. Not for her though, but for the bundle of happiness with her. They ran the café together with Arya doing all the paperwork, finally needing the useless stuff she had learned in school. Arya sight, way to soon she had been done with the paperwork. Working was the only thing that keep the memories at bay. If she was not working or spending time with her bundle of happiness the memory's would overwhelm her and she would fall into a whirling pool of despair and sadness. But she couldn't afford to lose herself again, not with her bundle of happiness around. So she worked, double shifts in the café, part-time as accountant, and she studied to get her college degree. But at nights there was no work, sleep won't find her and the memories where even more vivid at that time of hour.
Arya suffered insomnia. So she continued to work, until she reached the edge of extortion. Only then sleep would find her, being to tiered to even dream. Sweet oblivion for a few short hours only to bring her back to same point again where she had started. An endless circle, she had to deal with the rest of her life.

Arya was jerked out of her thoughts when somebody knocked at her door.

"Come in."
Irri one of the waitresses entered. She was also close to something like Danny's personal assistant, organising all her appointments and stuff.
"Miss Arry." Nobody called her Arya these days but Arry. Arya Stark was the name of another woman from a different live. There was no place for Arya in this live now.
"Mr. Willas Tyrell is here for your 16:30 appointment.", Irri said.
Arya smiled "Thanks Irri, I will be with him in a minute, please show him to my usual table and offer him something to drink in the meantime."
Irri nodded. "Yes Miss Arry."
Arya sight and started to change out of her waitress uniform, into a blue blouse black skirt and short black heels. Her hair that had been in a loose ponytail, now cascaded in long curls down her back. A touch of makeup, a last look in the mirror... done. She looked like her mother and sister had always wanted her to be, smart and feminine. But Arya had never did them the deed.
Nine years ago she had always looked like she was just of to a rock concert with torn jeans, ratty t-shirts, rings all over her hands, leather chain on her wrists and long necklace's around her neck. Her body had been plastered with henna tattoos, since even she hadn't been rebellious enough to get a tatoo for real, and her hair had been chopped of at her jaw line. That plus her bad girl attitude nobody would believed her to be the youngest daughter of the shortly elected mayor of New York, to the utter desperation of her mother Catelyn and her sister Sansa who were both true grit lady's. In order that she won't humiliated her family in the public Arya had been mostly kept out of the public eye. Her mother couldn't have done her a bigger favor. Arya hated been in the spotlights.
Nowadays Arya still prefered casual clothes but she had learned the hard way that business was like war and required smart clothing if you want any success, like it or not. And although Arya really felt uncomfortable, she didn't look haf as ridiculous as she thought she would be.
Arya doubted her own mother would recognise her these days.
Still, meeting Willas Tyrell was a dangerous thing to do. Willas was the son and heir to the "Highgarden Botany and Landscaping Company" short HGBLC. They did landscaping, and provided flowers for all sorts of events. Nine years ago her father had looked for sponsors for his election-campaign and found them in the Tyrell's. There family's had become close friends through that and stayed close. What Arya recalled from the short one time she had met Willas he had been a charming and nice guy, with light brown curly hair. The perfect gentleman. So it wasn't really a surprise to her when she heard that Sansa and Willas had gotten married three-month ago. So if he recognised her it was certain he would rant her out to her family. She would've prefered to not take any chances, but this was also a chance meeting she couldn't back out now, unless she wanted a lot of time and carefull negation to be waisted.
Everything in her life had been per chance. Per chance she had been born into the Stark family, per chance she had met Gendry, per chance she had, stumbled over Danny's café. And per chance she had found herself in a situation she hadn't even dreamt to be in a few month ago and that could expose her.
She and Danny had been looking for a way to attract new costumes for their café. Arya had come up with the idea to sponsor a basketball tournament that toke place in the aria a few month later. It was a rather easy way to attract the needed attention. She hadn't known by then that HGBLC also organised and sponsored all mayor and minor sport event, including that very one. Danny worked out a advertisement concept and Arya made the necessary connection and found out with whom exactly she had to deal with. She had wanted to back out of it by than, but Danny didn't see the reason why. The where partners with specific jobs. Arya's job had always been the negotiations while Danny took care of the promotions and public relations. So she hadn't really a explanation why so suddenly Danny would have to do everything alone regarding this matter, unless Arya told her that Willas Tyrell could recognise and expose her to her family she had hidden from almost nine years now, Danny had no idea who Arya was, so this wasn't very likely.
At first it hadn't been dangerous at all for Arya. She only had to deal with not important underlings and Willas personal secretary, since Willas had been away with his newly weed wife. Arya had never been so grateful to Sansa in her entire life, but then Willas had come back and had taken everything over again. There had gone her slight chance that he would take things a bit easy so shortly after his honeymoon and Arya had to meet him for the final arrangements. Since she still hadn't a good excuse to shove this over to Danny she had to do this. It was a gamble on her part, but the chances where good. She just hoped for the best.
Arya saw Willas sitting at her table waiting for her. She weaseled her way through the crowd, when Willas saw her he smiled got up and held out his hand. Arya shook it and plasters her business smile on her face, inwardly all on guard.
"Mr. Tyrell I presume it's nice to meet you." "Lets get this game started", she thought.


Jay Waters was sprawling on the couch in the livingroom, watching TV while doing his schoolwork. Summer holidays had started just a few days ago and he was determined to get the work done as soon possible so he would have his freedom for the rest of the holidays. Beside that he had a deal with his mother this year he was the one he could chose the place where they would spent part of there holidays. Actually they always went to places he wanted to see, but his mother chooses them, not this time, this year it was his turn and Jay already knew the place where he wanted to go. Winterfell. The place where his mother had spent the most happy part of her life according to her. Jay had been told story's about it since his early childhood and had been intrigued. Right after the basketball-tournament he would participate in the would go and he was certainly looking forward to it.

Jay looked up to the TV when he heard a familiar voice.
"Shit", he cursed he had been so engrossed with his thoughts about their holiday in Winterfell that he almost missed his all-time favorite rock star. Jay lunched forward and turned up the volume.
There he was "Gutter Rat" at his annual visit at the "Red Keep Orphanage" talking with those kids.
Jay envied them fiercely for the chance to meet "Gutter Rat"
"Why can't I be an orphan so I can live there and meet him?", Jay asked himself. Then shock his head at this utterly terrible thought, wich was quite uncalled for. He loved his mom fiercely who in return adored him. Jay just wished for the chance to meet his favorite musician. It wasn't like there had been no opportunity for him though. Autograph hours, meet and greet session, CD signings and "Gutter Rats" various appearances in several talk and radio shows. The rock star actually did quite a lot of these in New York. So Jay only had to go to one, but for some reason his mom refused him every time, wich left him rather frustrated.
"Is it so hard for mum to just once go to one of these things with me, meet him and get an autograph? Yes corse apparently work is always more important than I am."
Another unfair thought. Jays mom fulfilled practically his every wish as long as she could afford it. He was quite spoiled that way and he knew it. But still why his mother was so against him meeting "Gutter Rat" was beyond him.
Jay left his depressing thoughts and concentrated on the rock star in the TV again

"So once upon a time there was a boy everybody called just bull."

Jay listed intently as "Gutter Rat" told the kids a story and soon furrowed his brows. He knew that story. When he was younger his mother used to tell him story's all the time. The one about "The Lady and the Bull" had been his favorite. Gutter Rat finished the story and the broadcast came to an end advertising a CD signing featuring "Gutter Rat" in two days.

"That was strange", Jay thought "All but the end was the same."
In the version his mother had told him the lady stayed away for a good reason. She had wanted to protect the bull and because of that they had never meet again. A rather sad ending. Jay shrugged, turn the TV of and had a last look over his schoolwork.
"Strange but also interesting", Jay thought.
Than he jumped up with a large grin on his face and sprinted downstairs to the café which his mother owned together with aunt Danny.


Arya smiled at Willas. The negotiations had gone smoothly, he didn't seem to recognise her and the deal where almost sealed. Willas and Arya just looked over the contract a last time, and then "Danny's café" would sponsor this year
"Hollow Hill junior basketball-tournament".
If somebody had told Arya nine years ago she had inherited the Stark family talent for making money she would have laughed long, loud and hard and afterwards made sure that somebody was sent to an asylum corse clearly that person was mental. Arya was no businesswoman. She never wanted to join the family company as it was expected of her since early childhood (like all of her other siblings). All she ever wanted in life was to be photographer. To travel to remote places and capture the world with her camera, or go to combat zones alongside her favorite brother Jon who was a Navi Seal, (he followed another family tradition, by joining the military) as a war correspondent/photojournalist and document the terrors of war.
Lucky for her when she had needed that, in her eyes, useless talent the most it turns out she was even better in it then any of her brothers. Even Robb the second oldest one who had been groomed for that destiny since early childhood.
But Arya was a natural. If things had gone only a bit differently Arya would be siting in a large window office in the Stark Corps tower now, instead of siting in a small café and not doing what she wanted to do with her live, but what she had to.
"So all signed," Willas said looking up from the contract and smiling at her. "It was nice conducting business with you. I hope this is the beginning of a long and fruitful business-relationship... ."
Willas was interrupted by a loud shout.
"Mama! Mama! Mama!", a boy shouted. Arya turned just in time to reflexly catch the small human cannon ball that had lunched himself at her with full force. She took a step back to steady herself laughing. Then she hugged her little bundle of happiness. Her eight years old son Jay. Sapphire blue eyes stared up at her, brought smile on his face.
"Mama you are never going to guess what I just heard in TV."
Jay didn't even wait for her answer and continued immediately.
"Your story!" Arya blinked and looked at him confused.
"My favorite story you told me when I was a kid. The one of the Bull and the Lady." Jay elaborated.
"Ah now I know what you mean, that story. Whats up with it." Arya asked
"I just heard it in TV "Gutter Rat" told it to a bunch of kids in that orphanage. I thought you had come up with it mom."
Arya froze "Shit I should have paid more attention to what Gendry had said instead of running and hiding." Arya thought.
"Yes it was my idea."
"Sweet than we can sue him for plagiarism. And I can finally meet him." Jay grind and the café laughed including Willas.
"He is quiet a sneaky one isn't he." Willas commented.
For the first time Jay seemed to notice that there was a man with her. His gaze instantly darkened and he eyed him up and down with a cold stare.
"And who are you?", Jay asked bluntly.
Arya sight. Her son didn't liked it when other men where talking to her, in his eyes they where all trying to hit on her. Sadly most of the time he was right, wich was why he was rude to all of them.
Willas laughed "And quite direct." he held out his hand "I'm Willas Tyrell."
Jay eyed his hand suspiciously. "He organises the basketball tournament you are participating at." Arya chimed in. Jays whole composer changed completely and he lighten up a lot. Arya tried very hard to hide the smile that was creeping up on her.
"My name is Jay and it's nice to meet you sir. I'm really looking forward to the tournament and thank you for the chance you are offering my team, me and all the other players."
Willas laughed again and mussed up Jays cole-black hair he inherited from his father, as well as the rest of his looks.
"And quite the charmer, you've got a great boy there Mrs. Waters. I'm looking forward to see if he plays as well as he talks."
Jay beamed now and Arya smiled politely at the man. "Good looking, nice and good with kids. Why am I not surprised Sansa?"
"Anyway I need to go now it was nice meeting you Jay and conduct business with you Mrs. Waters."
Willas took his leave after shaking both of their hands.
"Good he doesn't seemed to have recognised me.", Arya thought relived.
Arya looked down at her son.
"How about you tell me all about that story you heard on TV"


Arya sat on the sofa checking her son's schoolwork while Jay lay on his stomach on the carpet as he tried to build a kite for art.
Arya looked up and grinned at her boy.
"I think you inherited your uncle Bran's brain Jay. Lucky for you. At this rate you will be done with your schoolwork in no time and be of the hook for the rest of the summer. I wish I had been so smart at your age. All I wanted to do back then was shooting photos and playing basketball with my brothers.
Jay didn't look up from his work "Mama could you do me a favor?"
"That depends on how far you want to reach down my pockets this time."
Jay ignored the jab "Could you not compare me to my uncles?"
Arya furrowed her brows "Why? The are cool dudes. Believe me, I grew up with them."
Arya chuckled remembering all the mischief they have caused when the where younger.
Jay however ignored her teasing tone of voice and said coldly
"Why have I never met them? My uncles, aunt Sansa, or granddad and mum. Why have I never met them?"
Arya sight. "That again." He really was to clever for his age, and certainly for his own good.
"Come here big man".
Her nickname for her son. Jay got up and snuggled at her side. Arya laid her arm around his shoulders.
"We talked about this, you know I don't keep any secrets from you and I know you must want answers, but its complicated and no offence but you are too young to understand."
Jay made a face but said nothing.
"I promise one day, when you are older, I'll tell you everything and you will understand it, just..."
"Just not now. I get it.", he finished.
Arya kissed the top of his head and smiled.
"That's my son all grown up."
"And why haven't I met dad?"
Arya sight deeply "Jay... ."
"I know, its complicated and I will understand when I'm older." He interrupted.
"If you had given me a nickle every time I heard that from you I... I would have had a lot of nickels."
"You are testing me today, aren't you?"
Jay grind. "Just don't compare me to men I've never met and..." he interrupted himself as if he wanted to stop himself from saying something Arya wouldn't like. Arya could vividly imagine what her son wanted to say, he wasn't really found of her family.
"Just don't, if you have to compare me to somebody, than compare me to dad. Tell me a story about him."
Arya smiled. Of corse he wanted a story about his dad. That reminded her of the time she had been pregnant with him and her voice had been the only thing that could soothe the infant in her belly.


Arya had finally escaped the clutches of her family and was looking for Gendry. He hadn't showed up in front of her family's apartmentbuilding after Robb's little display of abusing his power, so she had looked for him at his apartment but no sign from him. After that she had asked in every government founded hospital in the area, but no such luck. It was like he had fallen off the face of the earth and Arya was worried sick. She hadn't slept or eat in almost two days. Fearing for him and that her family would capture her again, so she was always on the move.
Dehydrated and exhausted she passed a woman's shelter. She knew she couldn't go any further, this was as good a place as anywhere else to rest and recharge her energy. Besides of that going on like that could kill the baby and herself in her current state. With her last energy Arya lurched the stairs up to the door and the world went black.
She awoke in a rather soft bed a cool cloth wiped over her forehead and an elderly woman looked down on her with a worried expression.
"Where... ." Arya rasped out and coughed. Her voice sounded like sandpaper. What the hell happened.
"Easy their young lady", the woman said in a sousing voice. "Here drink something. She held her a glass with water at her lips and Arya drank a small sip. After the cool liquid moisted her lips Arya realised how thirsty she was and drank long large gulps.
"Stop! You drink to fast, this will..." As on que Arya started coughing and the woman clapped her on the back. Luckily she didn't puke everything out again.
"See I warned you.", the woman stated obnoxiously.
Arya lend back in her pillows. "Who are you?", her voice sounded still way to raspy but not as bad as before.
"Nan."
"And where am I?"
"The House of Black and White."
"What?"
""The House of Black and White women's shelter". You collapsed on our doorstep remember?"
Darkly Arya had been half conscious at that time and only remembered fragments. But she nodded anyways.
"How could you allow to be in a state like this in your condition? That was very dangerous not just for you, but for the baby as well... " she interrupted herself and looked quizzically at Arya "You do know that you are pregnant?"
Before Arya could answer a voice from the door said: "Give her some space Nan that poor girl has been through a lot enough don't you think."
An old man stood in the doorway accompanied by younger man who looked like he was from south america.
The fussing behavior of the elderly woman vanished instantly and was replaced by friendly but distant respect.
"Dear Nan could you give us a moment in private place? I have a few questions I need to ask the girl.", the old man purred. Nan mumbled an answer and retreated out of the door closing it behind her.
The man eyed her and introduced him and his companion to her. Izembaro is the younger man's name, but the old man's name was so long and complicated that she was sure she'll tangle her tongue if she tried to say it so she sticks with calling him kindly man.
The kindly man took out something and lays her ID on the blanket.
"So I'm curious what does our illustrious, mayors baby daughter in on of the shabbiest arias of New York in this kind of condition? Or is the condition the reason you are here in the first place."
Arya didn't trust him for a second "I would prefer not to talk about this. I only need a couple of hours rest then I will be on my way again and you don't have to bother yourself with me"
The kindly man only smirked lightly and took something differently out to lay it beside her ID. It was a metallic-silver business card. A mirage business card to be exact. In the right angle you could make out a number. Shift the card a little and you could see a head who looked like Enzo from assassins creed (a hooded head) without a face.
She had taken the card with her on a hunch when she had fled her family, remembering the words the man who had given her the card had said.
"Who gave you that card? And don't try to lie to me or be sure your trouble haven't even started jet."
There was a sudden steal behind his voice, that Arya had sensed in him over their whole conversation, but he had let her felt it now for the first time. The message however was loud and clear. You don't mess with this man, ever.
Arya waited a few seconds just to show him that she wasn't afraid of the kindly man, even so it was probably a stupid move.
"A man who thought he owed me. He said if I ever needed help I should call the number on the card. And I will get it, but it only works once."
"What was his name?"
"Jaqen H'ghar."
The two men looked at each other
"You are lucky twice Arya Stark"
Arya cringed at the sound of her own name, she never would have thought, that one day it would course her so much pain.
"How so?", she asked.
"Firstly if you had obtain the card in any other way than the on you had described you wouldn't lie here idly and enjoy or hospitality.
And secondly if you had collapsed on any other doorstep you would be with your family right now. But since Jaqen owes you we owe you too."
Arya was confused
"Why? What has Jaqen owning me to do with you people?"
The kindly man smiled at her like a grandfather would do to his favorite grandchild
"Some things are better not known Arya Stark.", he said. "So we owe you what do you want?"
Arya didn't need to think long about that. She wanted to find Gendry badly, but one thing was even more imported than him. The safety of their child.
"I need safe shelter, untill the child is born, then we are even."
"That's not a dept for us but a natural thing to do. You saved one of us, it's a life dept. Something like that... lets just say you will be always under our protection. So name something els."
Arya was crept out now. Who the hell where these people and who the hell was Jaqen who had introduced himself as a traveling salesman. But whoever they where she didn't have anybody else to turn for help too.
"Then I need to find Gendry... Gendry Waters the father of my child. He has vanished, and I was looking for him when... I stumbled over this place."
"Gendry Waters, all right than. We will find him."
From than on she lived in the "House of Black and White", hidden from the world, and the world hidden from her. Not that was too hard to do, her pregnancy was more like a sickness than anything else chaining her to bed all day. When the baby started to move it got even worse. By pure accident how ever she found a way to soothe her restless child. She had tried to read a book, but couldn't concentrate on it, so she tried to read it out loud, and suddenly her stomach felt calm again, but as soon as she stopped it would start again. It took her a while but eventually Arya found it out and started talking with the infant, singing to it, or telling story.
Six month should past, about a month after her son was born, before Arya would finally see him again and made the decision that would alter their life's forever.


"Mom I need some frill stuff for my kite"
They had been silent for a couple of minutes now, the story finished, when Jay had jerked her out of her memories with these words.
"In my room under the bed, try the trunk." Jay got up
"But before you go young one, I need to tell you that your talent for basketball you got definitely from your uncle Rickon..."
"Mom!"
"...and your charming personality you've got from your aunt Sansa...
"Mom stop it please."
"... and your confidence as well as your bossieness reminds me a lot of your uncle Robb..."
"Mom I'm warning you!" Jay threatened
Arya chuckled: "...and your seriousness is a token from your uncle..."
In this moment a pillow Jay had flung at her landed on her face and interrupted her. Arya could have easily doge it, but choose not to.
"I warned you mom!"
She laughed out loud now and pulled the pillow of her face.
"... Jon as well as your lack of humor!", she finished.
Jay fumed although he was trying hard not to laugh as well and went to Arya's bedroom.
Arya looked after her son. In truth he resembled her the most in personality as much as Gendry in appearance. It worried her lot.


Jay took the trunk out from under his mother's bed, still fuming as well as smiling, also he never would admit it he loved it when his mother teased him. That was one of two times when that shadow in her gray eyes would vanish and she looked truly happy. Jay wanted to see her always happy.
He took the coloured fabrics out of the trunk. Thy where the last remaining decorations they had in the café during the last spring festival. For his kite however the where still to large so he went to his mothers desk to get the pair of scissors. As he tried to open the drawer it opened only a bit before it got stuck. Jay tried again with the same result. Being not the most patient boy on earth he soon lost his temper and tried it with brutal force. The drawer fought him one last time before unclamped with a loud bang sending him along with the contents of the drawer and the drawer itself to the floor.
"Are you tearing my room apart again?", his mother shouted from the other room.
Jay got up groaning, rubbing his sore backside.
His mother was referring to an incident not to long ago when his best friend Rhaenys, aunt Danny's daughter, had wanted to prove to him that she was as strong as him and had challenged him to a wrestling match. Wich was ridiculous since she was as small and petite as her mother, and as his mother for that matter. He hadn't taken the bait and she got angry with him and had chased him through the flat. They had ended up in his mother's room wrestling anyway and destroying one or two things.
Aunt Danny and his mother hadn't been too happy when they saw the chaos and the two of them had been grounded for a week.
"I swear if you have broken anything again I will ground you for the rest of the summer Jay Waters!"
"No everything is in one piece mom no worry's." Jay hurried to answer and started to put the stuff from the drawer back inside of it. That is when he saw a frame laying on the floor.
"That was what must had got stuck and created all this mess.", Jay thought.
Jay picked up the frame, looked at the picture and froze.
The picture showed his mom in her teens. But she looked so differently he almost didn't recognise her. In contrary to the smart but casual clothe she where theses days, on the picture she wore ratty jeans, a tight fit t-shirt with some band name on it, but torn, a tatoo was peeking just above the waistline of her jeans, bangles on her wrists and heavy makeup on her face. Her hair was chopped short, she looked like she wanted to go to a rock concert. The whole outfit was completed with a heavy black leather-jacket that was, several sizes to big for her and belonged obviously to the guy who stood close behind her and had his arms slung around her waist he looked at the side of her face with a lovestruck expression on his face, totally oblivious to the camara while his mother smiled with a dazzling smile in its direction. He was tall, a head, or so taller than his mom, lean, muscular with sun-kissed deep tan, coal-black a bit messy hair and deep blue eyes. The man looked exactly how his mother always described his father. He looked exactly like him. His mother hadn't been exaggerating when she said he had inherited his fathers looks.
But that wasn't what got him frozen in place. The man, his father, looked like scruffy version of "Gutter Rat" his all-time favorite musician, a man he admired to a degree it was almost worship.
"How is that possible?", Jay thought. The only difference between this guy and the Rock star was the age and the clothe. While his father looked equally scruffy as his mother on the picture, "Gutter Rat" always were fit for a Rock star, but well made and expensive clothes.
Thousand of questions whirl in Jays head. Following a whim he opened the frame and took the photo out. Than placed the frame back in the drawer and that thing back in the desk. He hid the photo under the fabric's and left the room.
"Mom I go to bed ok.", he said while he approached her.
His mother looked up. His schoolwork laid neatly on the side of the couch-table, she was working again.
"Of corse she is always working." Jay thought bitterly
"Ok sweetling." She said smiling and kissed his forehead. "Do you want to hear a story before you go to sleep? I'm almost done here, so I will be with you shortly."
"No its ok mom, but thanks."
Arya nodded and got back to work. Jays voice had been slightly of but she choose not to pursue it this evening, it was late and she wanted to give him space, if he was ready he would tell her, that was how things worked between them.
Jay left the room, changed, and got to bed. Thoughts on the picture and what it means for him, he had quickly come to a decision.
"I know what to do, now I only need a plan.", that was his last thought before he drifted into dreamland.

Several hours later Arya checked on Jay, he was lying sound asleep in his bed, looking so small and defenceless. She bent over him and kissed his messy black locks and swore to herself like every night that she would protect him from her family and everything that could harm her only joy and happiness in life, her pride son.
Back in the livingroom she continued working. A long sleepless night ahead of her.
This was her life now and she had no choice but to live it, though not deal with it.


So this is chapter two, let me know if I have surprised anyone^^

Again I apologise for any mistakes regarding gramma or spelling

As allways I don't own a thing, except Jay, he is totaly mine^^

last but not least I hoped you enjoy this chapter, question, comments or helpful critic, just review or pm me