Way Home Chapter 21
Author's Note – Thank you to all the loyal readers who have stuck with me and this story! I had a horrible case of writers block. Luckily, life gave me some insight and I have some great ideas to extend this story. As always, I appreciate your comments!
Warning, language may be offensive.
Sandor watched with suspicion as the pretentious little man continued to chat up his Sansa. He saw how she was clearly duped by this horrendous person. Sandor quietly left the building. He went back to the chores he had been working on.
Sansa and Petyr came outside shortly thereafter, Sansa walked over to Sandor, wrapping an arm around him. She noticed he seemed tense, possibly even more tense than usual.
Then the recognition hit Sandor, like a boot to the teeth. Littlefinger... The man standing next to his woman was none other than the slimy henchman who oozed around the wealthy, gaining what he could from the connections. Years ago, Littlefinger, the man named Petyr Baelish, was connected to the notorious Lannister crime family. The Lannister family had fronted money to his brother to make and sell meth. Petyr had been in the wings during the trial, making sure that Gregor, Sandor's older brother, would get off "scott free" and that Sandor would be blamed for the crimes. It is amazing what money can do.
Baelish kept his composure, not giving away a thing, as Sansa introduced the two men. Sansa remembered she forgot something inside, quick went back in, leaving the two men alone.
"You." Sandor menaced, taking a step toward Littlefinger.
Littlefinger was not intimidated, which surprised and disappointed Sandor. Littlefinger kept his chin held high and stood his ground. "You forget yourself Sandor." Littlefinger brazenly replied, smirking.
"What do you want with Sansa?" Sandor growled.
"Everything." Littlefinger said smugly and turned away, walking back into the building to find Sansa. Sandor went back to his chores, angry and completely distracted.
Around lunch time Sansa came to find Sandor, who had not come to join them. "Sandor, are you coming in for lunch?"
"No." Is all Sandor replied, not stopping what he was doing.
Sansa looked concerned "Is something wrong?"
"Yup." Sandor replied.
Sansa looked at him horrified. Who was this man, this was not the man she knew and loved. "Why are you being so nasty?" She whispered
"This is what I am like." Sandor replied. "A personality to match my face, ugly."
"Sandor, stop that," Sansa started genuinely confused, "What did I do to make you so angry?"
"What were we thinking," Sandor growled, "We don't even know each other. We can't get married. You don't know what I am like. How I go cold and put up walls. And you! You're best friends with fucking Littlefinger. I'll be goddamed to have that asshole at my wedding"
"What are you talking about?" Sansa cried.
"Nothing. I'm not talking about anything." Sandor took a deep breath. He gave Sansa a kiss on the forehead. "Go in and eat lunch. I am going to finish my work. I'll see you tonight at dinner." He said in a strangled voice.
Sansa gave him a quizzical look, not at all sure what had just transpired.
"You know I will love you forever, Sandor. We can work through anything." She said, putting on a brave face.
Sandor didn't reply, he just walked to his apartment and shut the door behind him. Sansa watched helplessly as he walked away.
Sandor sat down on his couch, hands rubbing his temples. He took another deep breath and packed what he could into one bag. He put the bag in his car. He quietly went up to Sansa's room and sat on her bed. In the end, all Sandor could do was write a quick note that ripped his heart out,
Bad news, I can't stay. I am so sorry.
