Chapter 10

During the ride to his apartment, Sandor and Sansa remained silent. Sansa felt the tension between them and wanted to break the ice so badly, but she didn't know how.

When they finally drove into a parking lot of his apartment building, she felt very relieved.

Sandor stopped the car and got out without a word. Sansa looked at him in confusion, wondering why he was being so silent with her.

After Sansa grabbed her bag, she got out too, walking towards Sandor who was waiting for her.

Sansa looked around, inhaling the fresh air. She found the neighbourhood rather scary looking, almost feeling like they were in a ghetto.

'Done with judging?' Sandor rasped, sounding angry.

Sansa turned around to face him quickly. Why was he always so cruel and negative?

'I was just looking, alright? It doesn't mean i'm judging.' She replied defensively. I will not let him humiliate me.

Sandor smiled slightly at her.

'Doesn't mean I meant it in a negative way, little bird. Judging doesn't always have to be bad.' He said.

Sansa felt her cheeks turn red and looked at the ground. He's right, she thought, feeling embarrased. The fact that she heard a tone of anger, was just because she always assumed he was full of hate.

They walked towards the apartment building in silence, Sansa was scared to say anything after what she said. I'm so stupid sometimes.

When they went up with the elevator, Sandor walked in front of her through a hallway. Then he opened a door and held it open for her, letting her in first. She smiled and walked in.

She was surprised by his apartment. It was pretty big, enough for one to live in. It had a comfortable looking couch and even a bookcase filled with books. He had a little TV and a small kitchen, but it looked very nice.

Sansa smiled as Sandor closed the door and walked into the living room behind her.

'It's not much.' He said, almost sounding shy. But Sansa nodded.

'It's pretty and comfy looking,' she chuckled, making Sandor feel more comfortable. He walked at the couch and sat down. Sansa followed him and took a seat next to jim.

She cleared her throat and peeped up at him. She heard Sandor sigh.

'What I'm going to tell you has to stay between us, little bird.' He rasped, staring at his hands.

'I will.' Sansa nodded. But Sandor gave her a severe look.

'It has to stay between us, or he will kill you.'

Sansa felt shocked at those words. She felt sick all of a sudden and her hands began to shake.

Kill me?

'Don't worry,' Sandor said. 'He won't because I will be around you all the time. If he seems a threat to you.'

Sansa nodded again and gazed at her hands. Sandor began to talk.

'My brother is indeed the right-hand of a drug boss. A very big one. My brother kills everyone for him without a doubt.'

Sansa looked at him. She didn't feel very surprised at this because of the story of him and Sandor.

'But there's something more,'

Sansa stared up at him

'My brother was always bad. He even killed our sister. And he killed many more. I don't know why, but i always wanted to impress him. And thanks to him, I couldn't control my anger.' He sighed.

'I killed someone too. When I was much younger.'

Sansa's mouth opened in shock, she didn't know how to respond.

'I was so angry.. I killed a boy. I beat him bloody.'

Sansa sighed. 'You went to jail?' She asked, curious. But Sandor looked down guiltily.

'No,' he said. 'No I didn't. They never found me. They never did. And I bugger myself for that, every day.'

There was a silent remaining. Sansa didn't know what to say or to do. After a moment Sandor started talking again.

'I started controlling my anger. And ever since that happened I wanted to do something to make me feel good, I started boxing. And that's why I started giving lessons at the school. To make me feel better. But I will never forgive myself.'

Sansa sighed. 'That's good of you.'

'No its not,' Sandor growled. 'I should've reported myself that night right after. But I was a coward. I couldn't simply stay in jail when my brother was free to go and kill whoever he fucking wanted.'

Sansa looked down at her hands, feeling a little scared since Sandor was becoming a little angry again. She felt his eyes upon her.

'You're afraid, girl?' he grumbled. Sansa bit her lip. 'You're always afraid. Still haven't found your wings to fly away, then?'

Sansa felt tears behind her eyes. She was alone with him. No one would hear her.

And that's when she felt his hands on her shoulders. He almost pinched her, seeming not to be able to control his strength. The pain burnt through her upper body.

'You're hurting me!' she cried. He was very close to her now. His eyes were full of anger.

'Please,' she begged. But he still looked at her with hate. 'I beg you,' She heard her voice. She said it with so much power, but it felt like a silent prayer. Then she heard his voice again.

'You shouldn't be afraid, I stood up for you when you couldn't because you were too fucking scared.' He yelled at her. Sansa looked down, feeling tears pouring down her face.

Please, let him stop. Make him stop. I'm so stupid for falling for this again.

'I told those low life's to fuck off. Yet you're scared?! You should be thankful!'

Sansa sighed, still looking down.

Finally she looked up. She tried to remain calm. She scanned over his face. She saw his horrible scars. She saw his ear that was half burnt off. She saw his eyes that were full of anger.

Full of anger because of the horror that happened to him. And because of what he did. Then she thought about the horrible things that had happened to her.

She looked deep in his eyes.

'You won't hurt me.' She said. She heard her own voice and felt more confident. 'You won't hurt me.' She repeated.

He looked at her. His eyes full of anger softened and his lips parted a little. He let loose of her shoulders and shifted a little bit back.

'No little bird,' he said.

'I won't hurt you.'