Hey guys!

I just want to apologize for the fact that my updates have not been as frequently as usual.

I'm on holiday so I didn't have that much time to sit down with my laptop for a while and I didn't want to upload something that wasn't as good as I wanted it to be for you guys.

I promise that I'll try to update every other day again and I want to thank you all for sticking around ;)

It means a lot to me that people actually read this ^^

Sorry for the long speech and I hope that you'll like this chapter!

Love, Lady Jeyne Deadpoole

Day 15: Walk me Home

Arya

Arya was sitting at the police station next to a middle-aged officer who was supposed to keep an eye on her.

The woman was trying to make Arya answer her questions about who she was and where her family lived but she kept giving vague answers.

She wanted to know what Sandor was telling the other officer in the interrogation room.

Arya was biting her nails and she couldn't control her nerves.

Last night she and Sandor had gotten into a fight because a few boys tried to assault her.

They had passed them while they were on their way to Arya's uncle, who lived a lot further away than she had expected, and they had started to shout things to her about what they wanted to do to her and about how much she was going to like it.

Eventually Sandor had snapped and together they had defeated the three boys but someone who lived nearby had already called the police.

The police immediately recognized Arya as the girl on the security tape which meant they wanted to question both of them about the thefts.

"You're really going to have to tell me your name" the officer said again and Arya could notice that she was annoyed.

Good, she thought bitterly, I'm annoyed too.

The door to the interrogation room opened again and Sandor followed by the other officer left the room.

Sandor was handcuffed and he tried to avoid making eye contact with her.

"What is going on?" she asked the officer who had handcuffed and interrogated Sandor.

The man gave the woman a meaningful look before he answered her question.

"He confessed that he was the one who stole from the supermarket" the man said.

"Sandor, what are you doing?!" she shouted and she quickly walked over to him before the woman could stop him.

"I'm saving your ass" he said through his teeth "I told them I made you do this, I've already got a criminal record so that wasn't too hard to believe"

"But you didn't!" she said trying to make sure that the officers didn't hear them but they were already talking to each other.

Sandor shrugged.

"Jaqen was wearing a hoodie and they never saw his face on the security tape so they don't really care who they pin the crime on" Sandor said "this way you can still go home without too much trouble"

Arya shook her head.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked him.

"Let's say it's my punishment for Mycah" Sandor said shrugging again and he started to smile "besides my big brother has been in juvenile too so I'm pretty sure his reputation will keep me safe"

"Is something going on?" the officer who had stayed with Arya asked her.

Arya shook her head and followed the woman while the man arranged everything for Sandor to go to juvenile prison.

She felt bad for leaving him behind but she knew that Sandor had done much worse things than stealing.

"You're lucky that your friend took the blame" the woman said "just make sure you stay away from the wrong type of people, okay?"

Arya nodded but she had really wanted to punch the woman in her pudgy face.

Somehow she even managed to smile at the woman.

"Is there someone we can call?" she asked Arya and she nodded.

She took the phone from the woman and called the only person she knew who would always be there for her.

Arya waited in front of the small police station while the wind tugged at her clothing and she wrapped her arms around herself.

It wasn't too long before she saw the familiar red car.

Gendry pulled the car over to the pavement and got out of it.

He looked at her with a strange look on his face, he approached her and kissed her all of the sudden.

She pulled away from the kiss and slapped him across the face.

"Why the fuck did you wait so long before doing this?" she asked him and this time she was the one to surprise the other with a kiss.

She had never felt so sure about what she was doing was right as she did then.

"Never do something like this again" Gendry said in-between kisses.

"Shut the fuck up and keep kissing me" she said grinning while she pressed him against the car.

Theon

Theon was sitting on the hospital bed and the room was filled with a clinically clean smell he had come to associate with the institution his mother lived in.

The stitches in his chest itched but he knew that he wasn't allowed to touch them.

The cleaning lady had found him passed out in the shower when she entered the room because she thought everyone had left already.

He couldn't remember anything of it.

The last thing he remembered was waking up in the hospital bed with stitches.

He hoped that Ramsay would be punished for what he had done but like usual he would probably blame someone else for it and get away scot-free.

Theon knew that if he told someone what had really happened they wouldn't believe him and he would only get into more trouble.

If it was up to him he would stay as far away from Ramsay as possible from now on.

He got up from the bed and walked to the window to open up the blinds.

A bright light shone through the window and it lit up the white room.

Suddenly he heard someone enter the room and for a moment he thought it was going to be a nurse or a doctor but it wasn't.

Robb walked into the room and sat down in a chair next to Theon's bed without talking to him.

"What are you doing here?" Theon asked him almost sounding accusing.

"I'm still your emergency contact apparently" Robb answered shrugging.

Theon realized that he was right.

He had always known that he couldn't count on his father in a situation like this so he had made Robb his emergency contact in his phone.

He forgot to change it after their fight, maybe he hadn't because he still hoped that they would patch things up eventually.

"Sorry, to bother you" Theon said and he couldn't wait to leave the hospital on his own.

Suddenly he realized that he was angry at Robb too for ignoring him for so long.

Robb bit his lip and he seemed to be thinking about something difficult before he spoke again.

"Did you hate me all along?" he asked him eventually.

"What?" Theon asked him confused "what are you talking about?"

Robb ran a hand through his hair and he looked very uncomfortable.

"You ruined my car and Sansa's party" Robb said looking at his shoes instead of Theon "what did I do that made you hate me this much?"

Theon shook his head and sat down onto the bed.

"I had nothing to do with Sansa's party" he said "and I never hated you"

"Then what about my car?" Robb asked him getting angry "you're like a brother to me and then you do something like that for what? For fun?!"

Theon bit his lip and he didn't know how he could make Robb understand his situation.

"I'm not your brother" he said eventually "I'm the Greyjoy kid that is always hanging around the Starks, Winterfell is not my home and it will never be my home even if I wanted it to"

Robb looked at him with big eyes but Theon continued talking.

"We can say that we're brothers but we're not and at the end of the day I still feel like I'm an intruder when I'm at Winterfell" Theon said "just like I feel like I'm an intruder when I'm at my own house. My father wants my mother and his other sons back but instead he gets me and no one wants me around"

Robb sat down next to Theon on the bed.

"Sometimes being brothers is about more than coming from the same family" Robb said "Winterfell is your home, Theon, and we miss you, I miss you!"

Theon got up from the bed and shook his head.

He didn't want to hear Robb say those things.

He couldn't go back to Winterfell.

The scars on his chest had changed him for good.

He didn't want to be responsible for Robb getting involved in his fight with Ramsay.

Robb just had to accept that Theon wasn't the man he used to be just like Theon had accepted the fact that he wasn't going to see Robb anymore and in one way or another that hurt less than being the Starks "lackey" as Cersei had put it a long time ago.

"Come to Winterfell with me" Robb said "it will just be like it used to be"

Theon shook his head.

"I've made a decision" he said "I can't go back to the way things were, I'm done"

Robb give him on last hurt look before getting up from the bed too.

"Fine" Robb said and he left the room "have it your way"

This time he had really betrayed Robb in one way or another but it had been his own decision.

Robb had left the room with every last bit of his old life.

He wasn't Theon anymore, he couldn't even save Jeyne from Ramsay.

Someone else would have to save her as much as he wished he could be that person.

He couldn't fight Ramsay and his friends.

He simply wasn't strong enough, he was Reek.

Jon

Jon was humming to himself while he was trying to come up with a design for Daenerys' campaign poster and a slogan on one of the computers in the AV room.

Tyrion, Dany and he had tried to come up with a good nickname for Dany too.

Jon liked "The Silver Queen" because of Daenerys' unusual silver hair, Tyrion liked "Slayer of Lies" but Jon thought that was a bit dark and eventually Daenerys had asked them what they thought about "The Dragon Queen" which all three of them liked.

A dragon with three heads used to be the symbol of The Royal Targaryen Enterprise and Tyrion had jokingly commented on the fact that they were the three heads of Daenerys' campaign.

Sam sat down in a chair next to him with a loud sigh.

Jon kept working until Sam let out another loud sigh and he realized that he was just trying to get Jon's attention.

"Hey, Sam" Jon said and smiled at his friend.

"Did you update the website yet?" Sam asked his friend "people still can't post photos"

Jon had to admit that he completely forgot to work on their school's social media website.

"I'm immediately going to work on that when I've finished this, okay?" Jon said and he concentrated on his screen again.

"Yeah, sure" Sam said sarcastically.

Jon had never managed to annoy Sam before so he immediately knew that something was up.

"What's wrong?" he asked him.

"It's just that you've been neglecting your work for the AV club lately" Sam said blushing and he looked at his screen instead of Jon.

Jon knew that saying something like this took all of the self-proclaimed craven's courage.

"I'm sorry" Jon said "I'm just busy with Dany's campaign and Ygritte and everything"

"That's fine" Sam said biting his lip "but you have responsibilities here too and... and you haven't asked me once how I'm doing"

Jon was definitely not expecting Sam to say something like this.

He had known that this conversation wasn't just going to be about the AV club because he wasn't behind on any of his duties except maybe for the update he still had to do.

"How are you doing, Sam?" Jon asked him eventually.

"Good" he said still sounding a little distressed "very good actually"

"Really?" Jon asked him.

Sam nodded and his chins jiggled along.

"I've been seeing a girl actually" he said softly and Jon didn't think it was humanly possible to turn redder than Sam was right then "her name is Gilly, like the flower"

A smile spread across Sam's big face when he spoke of Gilly.

"That's great, Sam" Jon said and he couldn't help but smile at his friend's happiness "How did you to meet?"

Sam's smile faded a little bit before he spoke again.

"Last summer my sisters and I went to the homeless shelter to bring them food for their soup-kitchen and that's how I met Gilly" he said.

"Was she a volunteer?" Jon asked him.

Sam shook his head and his smile had disappeared.

"Gilly had just given birth to a son and she was terrified that her abusive father would hurt him so she ran away from home" Sam said softly so only Jon could hear him "she's doing a lot better now though, I convinced her to go to the orphanage and her son is very healthy. One day I'll marry her and then we can live together"

Jon smiled at Sam's optimism.

"Are you so sure already that you're going to marry her?" Jon asked him and Sam nodded.

"I just know that she's the one" Sam said and his smile returned "she said I was brave"

Jon wondered if he was so sure about Ygritte as Sam seemed to be about Gilly but he was afraid that he already knew the answer to that.

Sansa

Sansa was standing in front of the mirror and admiring her yellow bridesmaid's gown while the other bridesmaids were busy telling Lysa how pretty she looked in her wedding dress.

Sansa didn't think her aunt looked that pretty though but like usually she kept her opinion to herself.

The dress Lysa was wearing would be pretty if it didn't look like she had had to stuff herself into it and if she had been younger since it wasn't covered in bows and lace.

"What do you think?" Sansa asked Mya who was leaning against the wall next to Sansa's mirror and who had been watching the blushing bride too.

Mya wasn't a bridesmaid so she was wearing jeans, combat boots and a t-shirt with a faded camouflage print that looked vintage but was in fact brand new.

"No comment" Mya said with a cheeky grin and she gave Sansa a meaningful look.

The smell of Mya's energy drink was so sickeningly sweet it reminded her of her aunt's perfume and she wondered how someone could drink that.

"You look nice though" Mya said and she smiled at Sansa "a lot nicer than I did"

Sansa liked talking to Mya because she had felt very lonely now she and Jeyne didn't talk anymore.

"Thanks" Sansa said "but what do you mean with "a lot nicer than I did"?"

"I was the one who had to wear your dress originally" Mya said "and you can trust me that was not a pretty sight"

Sansa thought that Mya would actually look great in a dress just like her sister Arya but they were both too tough and too stubborn to admit it.

"I'm sorry" Sansa said "I didn't want to rob you from being a bridesmaid"

Mya shook her head and made a gesture with her hand which seemed to mean something like "don't worry about it"

Sansa had learned a few things about Mya over the past few days.

Sansa had unknowingly asked her about a touchy subject when she had asked Mya about her parents and she had learned that Mya didn't know who her real father was.

She knew that Mya was a bastard since her last name was Stone and her familiar blue eyes and dark hair made her suspect who her father might be but she didn't say anything about it.

Another thing she had learned about Mya was that she was dating a boy named Mychel Redfort but that they were having some trouble.

Mya would often leave the room after getting a phone call but Sansa could still hear her shout through the door and the person who she was talking to on the phone seemed to be shouting too.

"Oh look at you, Sansa dear" her aunt said when she noticed Sansa in front of the mirror.

She walked up to her in her wedding dress with the large skirt and hugged her.

The sweet smell of her perfume immediately filled Sansa's nostrils and she was afraid that Lysa's makeup was going to leave a smudge on her face.

"You look just like my sister when she was your age" Lysa said and Sansa could almost hear her add the words "maybe a bit too much" in her head.

"Thank you" Sansa said smiling shyly "everyone always tells me that she was very beautiful"

"She was" Lysa said and no matter how hard she tried to hide it Sansa could hear the bitterness in her voice "I was never like that"

Lysa looked a bit sad while she thought of her older, more beautiful sister but then her smile reappeared on her face.

"Oh well" she said smiling "I'm the one marrying Petyr after all so I have nothing to complain about"

Sansa forced a smile onto her face but it frightened her how little her aunt tried to be sad about her former husband's death.

Jon Arryn had been a good friend of her father and Ned had always claimed that he thought his death was suspicious when he was among people he could trust.

"Well I'm glad that you can come to the wedding even though Cat can't" Lysa said "Robin will like that too"

Sansa knew that her cousin was very sick and weak and she had heard that he still wet the bed even though he was six.

He was a spoiled little brat who constantly clung to his mother so she doubted that Robin would even notice her as long as Lysa was around.

She just hoped that she wasn't going to have to babysit him the entire day but the look in Lysa's eyes made her fear that was exactly what was going to happen.

Luckily she still had Mya at her side.

Jeyne

Jeyne closed the backdoor of Ramsay's house behind her and sat down on the steps.

The garden was large and dark and the only light came from the window in the door behind her.

She could hear the dogs bark at her but they were chained up just like she felt she was.

Jeyne wanted to go home but she was shaking too much to even stand.

Her whole body was sore and there were bruises and bite marks on her inner thighs from when he had forced her to spread her legs for him.

Jeyne felt so lost and hopeless but most of all she felt lonely.

Everyone at her school was just talking about Prom and how fun it was going to be while all she could think about was the inevitable fact that she was going to have to go to Ramsay's house again at night.

One time she had been fifteen minutes late and he had treated her even worse than usual because he was convinced that she had been with someone else.

Ramsay's obsessively need to control and posses people was what drove him to do this.

He didn't see her as a person but as an object which was entirely his and no one else was allowed to play with it.

That was why he liked hurting her to show her that he was in control over her body even more than she was.

He decided her faith and she feared the day that he decided that he was growing bored of playing with her.

She didn't think he was above killing people.

Jeyne knew that she couldn't keep sitting on the steps in front of the backdoor much longer so she carefully stood up from her seat.

She put her hand against the stone wall while she walked to the gate in the iron fence which surrounded the garden.

Ramsay had opened the gate for her by pressing a button near the front door which controlled the security system so she could leave now he was done with her.

It was very cold outside but she was wearing nothing but a short dress and a thin jacket.

Ramsay liked it when she wore tight, short dresses or skirts and she was terrified of displeasing him.

She wrapped her arms around herself while she walked on the narrow pavement.

It was a long way home but she had gotten used to it now.

Jeyne had also gotten used to the fact that she had to sneak in through the backdoor of her own house so no one would notice that she had been gone for so long.

At days like these she was glad that her parents had four other daughters to keep them busy so usually no one missed her.

She noticed a man leaning against a streetlight while smoking a cigarette and she tried to avoid looking at him.

Jeyne knew that she wasn't exactly dressed for the weather and she didn't want to give the man any ideas about her.

She didn't think she could take something like that again.

The closer she got to the man the more she started to recognize him even though his eye was still swollen and he was hiding his face underneath the hood of his leather jacket.

"Theon" she said softly when she was close enough for him to hear her and she felt tears of joy burn in her eyes.

He would save her, she knew it.

Theon was the only one who cared and he had always known what kind of monster Ramsay was.

A beast in human skin, she thought shivering but unlike the Disney movies Sansa and Jeyne had seen a million times he didn't turn into a prince when she kissed him.

"What are you doing here?" she asked him.

"I wanted to check on you" he said shrugging and threw his cigarette on the ground.

Jeyne knew that Theon and Robb had struggled a lot while quitting smoking that summer but she didn't care that he had started again at least he was there when she needed him.

She walked up to him and she wanted to hug him.

Jeyne wanted to bury her head into his chest and wait for him to save her and take her away from this nightmare but when she wanted to hug him he moved away from her.

"Not now" he said "he might still see us"

She could see fear in his eyes which only made her want to hug him more.

It was her fault that Ramsay had beaten him up.

She didn't attempt to hug him again and they walked alongside each other in silence for a while until they had left Ramsay's street and they were sure he couldn't see them anymore.

"Theon" she said whispering his name again and she took hold of his hand.

She noticed that he had thought about moving away from her again but this time he didn't.

"I'm so afraid" she said and she started to cry again "please, help me, he'll kill me, he makes me do things, Theon, I can't!"

She stopped making sense but her situation was too horrible to explain in one sentence.

She wrapped her arms around Theon and he reluctantly hugged her back.

"I can't help you" he said and it broke her heart "I can't fight him, Jeyne"

She looked up at him and she thought she saw tears in his eyes too even though she had never seen him cry before.

"Someone else will help you, ask Stannis or Robb" he told her but she shook her head.

"No one will believe me or they'll say that it's my own fault" she said "and Ramsay will kill me if he finds out that I told someone"

She just realized how lost they both were.

They were both too afraid to ask someone for help and they weren't able to help themselves either.

"I'm sorry" Theon whispered but she couldn't blame him for being just as powerless as she was.

"You're still my hero" she said softly and she kissed him but not like Ramsay had made them do before.

Ramsay had done it to humiliate them so he could show them that he controlled them but she'd rather kiss a bloody and dirty Theon than Ramsay any time of the day.

She never stopped loving Theon and she didn't think she would ever be able to do so.