Hello All! Well, here's Chapter Two. We get Sansa's point of view in this chapter, along with Arya's. There's been no reviews yet, so that sucks, but I'm optimistic. I really hope anyone who has read the first chapter enjoyed it, and hopefully it peaked your interests. I know, it's not for everyone, but I hope someone likes it.

No violence in this chapter, just a little language towards the end.

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Chapter Two:

Sansa Stark woke on that cloudy, Monday morning thinking that her family had already suffered enough. Losing their parents, Ned and Catelyn, would have been more than tragic. But to lose Bran and Rickon too, that was too much. The accident was so horrible, the bodies so badly burned, they had to use dental records to identify the victims. Sansa knew her mother didn't even like the Greyjoys, so it was that much worse that they died coming home from their house after a stupid party.

Sansa thought that the accident and then everything she had endured with Ramsay was more than enough suffering for one family to endure in one lifetime. Apparently the Gods had other plans. When she heard that Arya had been attacked, it had chilled her to the core. Arya had always been such a force to be reckoned with, so she could only guess how bad it must have been for her little sister. Sansa had already endured her share of abuse at the hands of a monster.

Ramsay Bolton was the epitome of pure evil. His physical and emotional abuse had changed her permanently, and she wasn't sure if it was for the better. When she finally managed to leave his clutches, he had been hours north on a trip with his father. He had called her saying horrible things about her and her family and all of the plans he had for her when he returned home. She had told him that this was it, they were done. She thought she would never have to see his face again. Her brothers had made sure of that. Any time that Ramsay had tried to come around the house, one, if not both of the boys, was outside threatening him with force. She knew that she couldn't go to the City's Watch because of the position that Ramsay's father Roose had within the mayor's office. She just had to hope that her brothers were enough to keep him away. So far they had been, and it had been six months since he came by last, so she felt that he wouldn't be returning.

After staying in her bed long enough after her alarm went off, she got up to have a shower before going to work.

Once she was finished with her shower, and her long auburn hair was dried, she maneuvered her tresses into a simple chignon for the day and set about finding herself some clothes. Deciding on a simple pair of blue jeans and a flowery tank, she put her leather boots on, grabbed the keys to the rental car she had while hers was at Tormund's garage and headed off to The Lion's Den Tattoo shop.

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Arya woke to the sound of Sansa's car leaving the driveway. Her dreams had been filled with the stench of alcohol and deep voices, so she had gotten very little sleep. She felt sore all over and when she tried to open her eyes, she discovered only the right one would open, the left having swollen shut. She grunted, just imagining how awful she looked. She showered as soon as she got home the night before to wash the filth off her. No matter how long and how hard she scrubbed at her skin, she still didn't feel clean. It was only when Robb's voice coming through the bathroom door told her that she had been in the shower for 45 minutes did she realize that the water had long run cold. After drying off and slipping into her camisole and some boxer shorts, she climbed into bed and fell asleep as soon as she hit the pillow.

She decided to try and get up. She wanted to see the damage that beast had inflicted upon her. As she sat up, the pain in her side hit her like a freight train. She was sure that her ribs had to have been cracked if not broken. She knew that she would be taking something to dull the pain, whether that was something medicinal or alcoholic, she couldn't handle this pain all day.

She climbed out of bed and struggled to walk to the full length mirror she had standing in the corner of her room so that she could survey her injuries.

Her eye was horribly purple and was naturally the first thing that had stood out to her, since it was dominating her petite face. She thought her eye was an even deeper purple than the colour of Sansa's car, and that car was purple. She looked away from her eye to see that the swelling of her lips had disappeared. All that remained was a split in the middle.

Taking her eyes away from her face she looked at the rest of her body. She noticed the finger print shaped bruises on both of her wrists. She touched her left wrist with her right hand, attempting to cover the finger prints with her own tiny fingers, discovering the bruises were much larger than she thought. She then pulled her camisole off to see what the inevitable bruises on her ribs looked like.

She gasped when she took in the sight. It wasn't even the large black bruise that she found to be the worst part of her injuries. Although the bruise was horrific, she found the scratches that moved across her breasts and down her stomach, to be the most sickening.

She shuddered, thinking back to that filthy pig's hands roaming across her. She had been so out of it when it was happening that she didn't even realize that he had torn her skin. Tears started to form in her eyes at the memory of the night before and she turned away from the mirror.

She knew then, that she wouldn't be able to leave the bed today. She couldn't bear to see the looks of pity that she knew she would find on her siblings faces when they looked at her. There was no way she would be able to handle it. So she closed her blinds, making the bedroom as dark as she could, crawled underneath her comforter, and prayed to the Gods that sleep would find her.

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Sansa had decided last minute that she would pay her brothers a visit at their job site today. She knew they would be at the same house they were at last week, it was a fairly large home, a mansion even, in a wealthy neighborhood, that Lannister Homes was currently developing.

She grabbed some fast food on the way, knowing that the boys wouldn't have eaten breakfast. 'They never have, so why start now?' she thought to herself. It was only just after nine that morning, so she knew that it wouldn't spoil their lunch. She made a quick call to Margery at the shop to tell her that she may run a little late and she would explain everything when she got there. Margery had told her to take her time, since Sansa was never one to call in sick or late, she knew that it must be serious. Sansa told her that she would be there for her 11:30 appointment, said thanks and hung up the phone, just as she turned onto the street that the boys were working on.

The house was much larger than the boys had described. She wondered what the family that was having this house built did, to be able to afford such a large, new home.

She looked at the building and found the boys on the scaffolding at the front of the house immediately and honked her horn before getting out of her car. She saw them look at each other and then to a middle aged gentleman on the ground to clarify that they could take a break. She saw him respond with a nod and he held up both hands to let them know that they had 10 minutes. They nodded back and proceeded to climb down the scaffolding.

As they were walking to her, she got a good look at the other men that were working at the front of the house. There was only one man that really stood out to her, but that was because there was no way she could have missed him. He was a very large man, with black, curly hair that he had tied into a ponytail at the back of his head. She noticed him then looking at her, only to find that the right side of his face was horribly scarred. She turned away from him at once, a flush coming over her face at the embarrassment of being caught staring.

The boys reached her then and Robb spoke. "Sansa, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be on your way to work?" he had asked. "I called the shop and told them I'd be running late. Marg didn't question it and said to take my time. I wanted to talk to you about Arya, without her hearing us. I also came to bring you this." She lifted up the brown bag show them. Their eyes lit up then and she could tell that they were already hungry. She rolled her eyes, wondering why they wouldn't just eat before they left, if they are already this hungry. They still had a few hours til lunch! "Idiots" she muttered under her breath, as Jon grabbed the bag from her.

"What are we going to do about this?" she asked them both. "We really don't know Sansa. We've been talking about it all morning, and we both think that Arya needs to be involved in this decision." Robb told her. "She's in way too fragile a state for her to make her own choices right now! She thinks she's stronger than she is, but as someone who has already been down this path, I know that it's gonna be a lot harder for her to deal with than she could possibly understand." She yelled back. "Sansa, we know. The only person, who might have a clue as to how she feels after all this, is going to be you." Jon said. "But she's gonna want to decide for herself what she thinks is best." "I know Jon. It's just hard. I thought I would never have to think about something like this again, but here it is. Now it's bringing back bad memories. Maybe that's what's really bothering me, aside from the obvious." She replied. "But you guys have to get back to work, so I'll let you go. We'll talk more tonight at dinner." "You're still making chicken parm, right? It is Arya's favourite." Robb asked. "Of course I am. Now get back to work!" she responded, before walking back to her tiny silver rental.

As she pulled away, she thought of her own car. She loved her 1967 purple GTO. She cherished it more than anything she owned. After everything that happened with Ramsay, she needed to put her focus and spare time into something. So she bought the first run down muscle car she could find for a decent price. With the help of Tormund and his sister (and Jon's girlfriend) Ygritte, she built that car from the ground up. Several thousand dollars and a few hundred man hours later, her baby was almost ready for the drag track. That was her favourite thing to do on her Saturdays off. She loved the smell and sounds of the track as much, if not more than she loved tattooing. The feel of pure power coming from the engine was one of the most thrilling things she had experienced in the world. And she had only been a passenger so far. Tormund had let her begin to practice behind his shop, getting ready for her first quarter mile, so she was more than excited for her first race. She and Tormund just had to make a few more touch ups to the car, and her baby would be ready for the track.

The drive to The Lion's Den went by quickly and before she knew it, she was listening to the bell chime as she was walking through the door. Myrcella was wishing Sansa a good morning as she walked by the front desk. She was young and sweet, a friendly face to greet everyone as they walked in the door. She could only hope that her words would ring true.

Just as she was pulling out her inks and her gun for her first client of the day, Margery stuck her head in the door of Sansa's work room and asked her what was going on. Margery Tyrell was Sansa's best friend in and out of the shop. She was already working there when Sansa was hired, and they bonded very quickly. Margery's brother Loras also worked at the shop, though he mostly kept to himself. Brienne Tarth and Podrick Payne were the newest members on staff, though Brienne had already been tattooing for 10 years. Pod was an apprentice under her. He was a kind young man and he had a lot of artistic talent, so Sansa was confident he would excel as an artist. It made for a cozy work environment, with just the six of them, but Sansa liked it that way.

"So, Arya was attacked leaving work last night." was all that Sansa said.

"Holy shit! Is she okay? What happened?" Margery questioned. "She's pretty banged up. She has a horrible black eye and split lip, and we're pretty sure a couple of cracked ribs. But she didn't have to go see the maesters at the hospital, so we think she's okay." Sansa answered. At least she hoped she would be. The physical wounds would heal fast enough, but the emotional ones were going to be a lot harder to fix. "Did he get very far?" Margery asked in a hushed voice, not confident she wanted to hear the answer. "Farther than any of us would have liked." was all Sansa could manage.

"She'll make it out of this. No matter how long it takes. Arya is strong enough to find a way to move past this." Margery told Sansa, hoping that it would bring some comfort to her friend. Sansa could only pray to the Gods that she was right.