Helpless

Helpless

Description: She worked as a lawyer in New York until she received a phone call from the man she owes her career to. She knew she would be back and what she was in for but what she didn’t know is that her life would change even more than she imagined.

Chapter 11

Chapter 10:

I was pacing back and forth. Kayce hadn’t returned from the office yet and it was almost 7. “Can you sit down? I can give you some pills to calm down” a death stare was sent Beth's way as I fell back in my bed. “Tell me how it happened again?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t like him. I just thought he was a littel cute.”

“Not at all your type I must say”

“Dirty boots. Dirty jacket. Dirty hands” God those hands.

“Dirty mouth” That too. I smile but hide it from her. “No manners, style, or communication level you are used too”

“I don’t know Beth. I can’t explain it. Every arrow is pointing towards the exit. The only reason I noticed my interest was after sleeping together. He makes me angry and annoyed most of the time we are together!” I scream. “But when he smiled at me this morning and just held me I remember the way I felt with him even if I couldn’t stand him at the time. I felt calm. I felt seen. I felt protected”

“You need to explore it, what could go wrong?” Maybe she was right. Maybe it was something worth giving it a try. “Wait, you already slept together?”

“Twice” I smile. Before she could say anything there was a knock on the door. “Don’t you dare move” She gets up running towards the door. “Give us a minute” She says to whoever is on the other side of the door and runs back to the bed. “Go on”

“No” I shake my head and laugh.

“What? I tell you about my sex life”

“That's because you have no filter, you would tell it to a priest if you had the chance” I got curious on who was at the door so I get up to open it “Plus he is not my brother”

“Who's not your brother?” Fuck you Beth.

“Rip” I say trying to hold onto my nerves.

“She’s acting like a saint not wanting to tell my how good or how bad of a fuck you are” Beth came around pushing around us and down the hall.

“Sorry” I whisper. He was standing there with a smile holding flowers. Flowers! My inner teen was screaming and jumping. Black jacket that seems nicer and newer than the ones he regularly wears. Of course blue jeans and he couldn’t be complete with his cowboy boots and his hat.

“I got you flowers” I long forgot about Beth now.

“Thank you” I smile while taking hold of the flowers.

“I got stuck with John-”

“It's okay” I cut him off. I placed the flowers in a vase I had in my room. “We still have time” I don’t usually carry a purse so I grabbed my jacket and phone and walked out the door. Something about walking out the door with Kayce made me feel nervous. I hadn’t thought about what John might say. I know it had nothing to do with him but anything could happen, what if he wasn’t okay with it? It didn’t matter right? He holds the front door open and rushes to open the passenger side of the truck for me. “Thank you” I felt a rush waiting for him to get on the other side. I smiled, noticing the truck was still on and warm.

“Let's go,” He whispered, switching gears. It was a couple of seconds before he spoke again but to be honest it didn’t feel uncomfortable. Switching my view of outside to him looking straight at the road. “Did you have a lot of overdue work?” I chuckle, shaking my head.

“Nothing I can’t handle. I still have to meet with my secretary to see what things I have to catch up on” I leaned my arm on the arm rest fidgeting with my hands.

“What did you do for christmas?” Just the sound of the holidays made me stiff. I havent celebrated christmas or the new years in about 5 years. There wasn’t really a reason to do so. I didn’t have my family to do so. I didn’t want to intrude with the Duttons or friends, so I stayed home.

“Nothing” I could feel his stare but soon it went back to the road. “It didn’t feel special for so long that I just treated it like easter. Never celebrated that ever'' I took a deep breath in. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything, he probably feels sorry for me. His arm meets mine, settling against me as his hand sneaks into both of mine. My shoulders relax and my head leans against his shoulder. “So where are we going?” We have been on the road for atleast 10 minutes and that almost took us past everything in town.

“Beth told me about a place just outside of town” I nod just taking in his presence right now. Honestly if we went home right now I would take this as a good night.

“Beth?” He looked over with a confused face.

“Yeah?” I chuckle a little and shake my head. “What? Is there something wrong?” With Beth? Yeah, but she won’t see a therapist.

“We will find out” We spoke for the rest of the car ride to whatever place Beth had told him about. “It doesn’t look bad” I look around feeling nostalgic. On our trip back home we stumbled into a bar one night and reunited with an old friend.

“Look who took my advice” The same old friend welcomed me into a hug. “That night you left in a hurry I thought I ran you off” I smile trying to not let the uneasyment show.

“I was in town for work and something came up, I apologise” I pulled away fully standing beside Kayce. “But it's nice to see you again” I look over to Kayce. “This is Gideon,” I turned to him. “An old friend” Gideon extends his hand for Kayce to shake.

“Kayce Dutton” I would be lying if I said I didn’t have a grin on my face. Kayce introduced himself with a smile. When I took hold of his hand I could feel tension.

“Nice to meet you Kayce” Gideon returns the smile. “Let's get you a table” We walked past the sitting area towards the outdoor doors. “You get our special table” The double doors opened and it was beautiful. It was a balcony area with a single table for four. It was cold being January but we were surrounded by fire heaters. The top was opened with fairy lights hanging from ontop and flowers decorating the post they were on. The overlook was all country, maybe it was an orchard? It was dark, I couldn’t see anything past the railings. “I will be back to take your orders personally” We say our thank yous and sit down.

“This is beautiful” I look around some more and each time I find something that makes it more beautiful. Like the hacienda accent it had along the place. The way it pulled up to a second story somehow so there were stairs on both ends of the balcony.

“Yeah very pretty” I almost burst out laughing seeing his serious face as he looked around only to scruff and focus on the menu. “I’ve been to fancy places but you can’t even understand what these words mean” I let a chuckle escape then.

“Kayce we can leave if you want” I reach over the table to take hold of his hand. He finally looks up and shakes his head.

“No. You like it, we should stay.”I pull my seat out and walk to the one beside him.

“Kayce I don’t care how pretty it is, if you don’t want to be here we can leave” He shakes his head taking my hand in his.

“No it okay”

“Okay” I say with a smile, grabbing the menu.

“Plus we don’t want your friend to feel bad” There goes another eye roll. I slam the menu on the table and turn my body towards him.

“You want to know who he is?” Kayce looked a little taken back due to the volume of my voice. “I’ve known him since middle school. He dated one of my friends” Well multiple of them but that's a whole different story, and a pretty long one too. “And that's how we met and kept in contact even after they broke up until a year before moving here” I stopped and sat up hearing the doors open.

“I know you don’t like drinking but having you here is something we need to celebrate” He had glasses and a bottle of wine. He opens the bottle and starts pouring. “I spoke about this dream for so long with you that having you finally see it well, everything feels complete”

“It's amazing what you have built here. I am so proud you made it happen” I raise my cup and cheer with him.

“You remember what I promised that night?” I nod. He points afar over the balcony. A couple of field lights turn on illuminating the land but not enough to blind everything else. “Whenever you want, it's yours” I stood up taking the moment in. I have only dreamed of this. Back home with my grandmother the smell of oranges and apples never left my memories. I have always dreamt of having an orchard full of them. I walked over the edge blocking the two behind me. Maybe there are some rewards in life still left for me.

“Are you okay?” I look up nodding to Kayce. “Gideon said he would bring out something we both would like” I nod again and look far off to the trees.

“I always had problems with relationships” I looked over to him again. “Any kind of relationship. Family, friends, lovers” I took in a deep breath thinking back to the year before leaving. “I always gave too much of myself to people and even though it might not seem much to them it killed me each time they took it for granted. I thought separating myself from everyone would show me who really cares, now I understand it works both ways. I was a horrible friend to him, not contacting him and even after years he wants to give me all of this?” I didn’t relized I was crying until Kayce came forward to wipe a tear. “I should have taken care of those who showed me love instead of protecting myself from them because I thought they would treat me just like the others”

“Y/N, nobody is perfect. You did it for yourself and that's what you needed and they people who truly love you understand”

“But that's selfish”

“Maybe” He smiles, grabbing my face in both of his hands. “Like you said, any relationship needs work from both people. And they will love you no matter the flaw, nobody needs to settle for being something they are not” He continues to wipe the remaining tears as I look at him with a smile

“Who knew you were such a talker?” He shakes his head as his hands slide down my neck, my arm, until they are wrapped around me pulling me close.

“You bring it out of me” I roll my eyes. Never was a person for mushy lovey words but I can live with his words.

“Whatever” I smile. “You think it will fit in the truck?” Getting lost in his eyes and just feeling his warmth, I didn’t want to leave.

“What?”

“My orchard” I smile, chuckling a bit.

“I can find a spot in the ranch to plant a new one”

“We are on a first date and you already want to build me an orchard?”

“Your friend Gideon who you has no emotional relationship with just gave you one”

“I’ve known Gideon for over 10 years, there’s some emotional feeling there”

“Of course” He rolls his eyes looking away. I grab a hold of his face and pull him closer.

“But I will let him know that it can stay here.” I place a kiss on his cheek. “Because my cowboy will become a farmer just so I can have my orchard” I place another on his jaw. “I will just have to wait a little longer for it but I am okay with that” His arms tighten as I finally reach his lips. A groan leaves his lips as I bite his bottom lip. It was supposed to be quick and a romantic kiss but with Kayce it never seems to be.

BLACK AND BLOOD

Y/N L/N is the daughter of the Great Khal Drogo although she was raised by the king of the unknown lands. After finding out he died she travels and finds the one who caused his death. Along this adventure she meets the mother of dragons. Jon Snow. Night walkers. We will see if she really has the Dothraki blood flowing through her veins.

Chapter 11:

“I have to go” Pulling back from Jon I start missing the warmth he radiates. “The sun is close” I look over to the horizon and know soon enough that although it's dark, I can imagine how it looked in the morning, praying to see that again. I look back to Jon and try to take as much of him in. “You hold on tight to that dragon”

“Yes Princess” The only thing holding onto him were my hands. When I removed them I walked towards him pulling him closer as my hands touched his cheeks. Atleast one last kiss. It was a simple one. A simple goodbye. A simple see you soon. A simple stay safe. A simple, don’t do anything stupid because I will be fighting to stay here with you. A simple, I love you. I pulled away, turned around and kept on walking. Love was always the thing that held me together. To be honest I never cared about dying. Never cared about leaving anyone behind. Yes I have people I loved who I would be crushed to see suffer because I am no longer here but at the end of the day they would be fine. Yet I get this overwhelming feeling now, that no matter what happens, I have to stay alive. I can’t not be afraid of death. I need to see what the future holds for me, I have to know. Once I reach the gates I mount my horse and wait for the Dothraki to take their stance behind me.

“Move forward” I yell in Dothraki. The horde rides out in between the unsullied to form themselves up infront of them.

“Lady Y/N” I look down and see a young girl there.

“Am no Lady” I say, mounting off my horse.

“My apologies, Princess” I laugh, shaking my head.

“Just Y/N. What can I do for you Lady Mormont?” She is a strong girl. I shake my head from going deep into a hole thinking about how she got to be a lady in this war.

“My cousin is out there” Jorah. “I-” She shakes her head. Her hands fall to the side as she tries to get her words out.

“I will stand with him, fight alongside him, '' Lady Mormont nods. I give her a smile before mounting on my horse and riding out to find Greyworm. My horse stops as it stands beside Arya. “If anything goes wrong, you are to go behind the gate” I look at both Arya and Greyworm. He nods knowing it was an order towards him to keep Arya safe. “Lead them Arya. Lead them well. They have their orders. Those catapults and trenches are yours to use” She nods. With a final glance I continue on riding. I see a figure coming closer on a horse. The rider's cloak falls back from their face and it's the redhead woman, Mellisandra. I keep on riding until I reach Jorah.

“You brought company” I looked confused as he pointed something behind me. I look back and see Ghost marching up to stand in the middle of us.

“Only because I threatened to make a fur coat of him” His low growl was heard and I only smiled. “Are you ready?” I look down again and see him focus on the darkness.

“I guess that everyone” Jorah jokes. He pulls out his sword as I do mine. My attention moves to the swishing sounds and growls above us. Daenerys and Jon are surveying the area. Their shadows can be seen thanks to the moon shining through the clouds above. I look down and give the signal. The soldiers start yelling and the Dothraki start wailing. I spur my horse forwad knowing the Dothraki was right behind me. The flaming swords allow us to see a bit of the onslaught as the Dothraki pull far away from the rest of the forces. Above us the stone from the catapults are seen behind the throne. The fire helps us with view as we come upon the dead.

The flaming stones crash to the ground in front of us. The snarls of the undead army precede them. We see the ferocious undead emerging from the darkness, massive in size and in numbers. The fire starts to quit and no matter how many we stick our swords in, the double amount shows up. Our forces are getting thinner and thinner by the minute. I look around to see Jorah struggling.

“Everyone! Back!” I yell in Dothraki. I rush to Jorah off my horse. Pushing the undead back and stabbing it. “We are getting mudered!” I yell. Jorah gets on his horse and rides off. I start running back and alongside me I see Ghost. The sound around me was made of horse whinnies in the darkness followed by the footsteps of retreating Dothraki on foot. We catch up to the unsullied and watch the Dothraki come in. Greyworm’s face twists in anger. I go to say something but Arya beats me to it. Greyworm nods to her command as he places on his helmet.The wind blows stronger. A soft pattern becomes a rumble of running feet as the undead army starts to boil forth the darkness, running at full tilt. Once visible, they come in like a tidal wave.

“Take your stance!” Greyworm shouts. The Unsullied take their braced battle stance, spears pointed forward. I stand back and watch the army of wights crash over them, shrieking and snarling. They stab and slice the Unsullied as they barrel through. I ran up to renforce. I watch as soldiers run from their stance towards the wall. The undead crash into their cadre at full speed and the battle begins. One after the other comes rushing towards us. A blow to the head, another to their spin and the rest wherever my sword catches them.

“Arya gets back into the gate!”Just then, the dragons above shoot forth a wall of flame as they dive past, disintegrating the undead. The dragons continue to do this until a white smoke of winter covers them. Fuck!. I rush towards Arya and pull her back, phishing her towards the gates. “Get back in the castle!” With a straight glance she nods. I am not pushing her away from the war. A war can’t be fought if the leader is dead. After a couple of minutes the archers above the wall start helping. I keep on fighting until the wind is knocked out of me. My sword is the only thing keeping me alive as one undead stays above me. With all my strength I pushed him back but not quick enough to see another coming towards me. I turn over and see Ghost taking care of him as I jab my sword into another. “I might be rethinking the fur coat”

“Fall back! Fall back! Tormund screams. The northman follows the command to retreat.

“Protect the retreat!” I yell in Valaryian. The northman makes it to the gate and the doors open. The undead continue to fight with an unhinged rage.

“Stand your ground!” Greyworm’s voice can be heard. Other than the grunts of the unsullied in the front line you can hear the northman behind us taking their stance. Spears pointed forward as we stood as the undead continued to swarm into us with great force.

“Retreat!” I hear a voice overboard in Valaryian. I can make it out to be Arya. Another soldier from afar yells to retreat. The Unsullied begin to fall back. “Light the trenches!” We watch as the last line of the Unsullied is being crossed. The undead making slow but constant progress against us. I look up seeing Davos wave a torch around.

“Light the trench!” A worried soldier screams out. I look over to Greyworm who continues to pant as he watches the ferocious undead army battle against the last man in the line.

“She can’t see the light, the snow is too strong” I scream over to Greyworm “Light the trenches!” The archers on the wall start shooting flaming torches at the palisade in the trenches. I watch as each arrow burns out each time it reaches its target, some don’t even make it as the harsh winds blow them out. The northenman try to light it with torches but it no use. I walk towards the gate and send out a line of Unsullied to take a stance. The weather gets worse by the second and our exhaustion will soon take over us. The sound of the Unsullied making a passageway catches my attention. Melisandre walks up giving me a quick glance before reaching the trenches. She lifts up her hand and starts chanting in Valaryian.

“Lord of Light, cast your light upon us. Lord of Light, defend us. For the night is dark and full of terrors!” Nothing. The winds keep blowing harder and the undead twice as strong forward. “Lord of Light, cast your light upon us! Lord of Light, defend us! For the night is dark and full of terrors!” Flaming arrows streak down from the ramparts into the darkness beyond the trench. The growls of the undead creep out of the darkness. I run up to help the Unsullied protect her. “Lord of Light, cast your light upon us! Lord of Light, defend us! For the night is dark and full of terrors!” Her chant became louder and in a second the trenches spark into flames. We take a step back watching as the fire consumes the attacking ghoul and those behind it. The trench erupts into a blinding wall of flame, stopping the swarm of undead attackers. They shriek in surprise and pain. For now, Winterfell is protected from the charge. I don’t know how long it has been but I wish it had lasted longer. The undead stood motionless now. One steps calmly forward into the trench falling face first.Then another joins him, and another still. They pile on top of one another at a quickening pace.

“Guard the walls”I pull back, continuing watching as the undead sacrifice themselves, one by one.Other groups of undead tumble into the trench, building other pathways with their bodies. They fall like dominoes until they have spanned the trench. “Man the walls”I scream out a warning again.The first wave of undead forge across the corpse bridge. We move forward to attack. Northernman from inside the walls march out to help with the alarming growing number of undead now crossing the trenches.

“Get behind the wall!” I didn’t turn around until I was running in the same direction as the person pulling me. I look up seeing nothernmen fighting up high in the wall.

“Where is Arya?” Tormund looks around, not being able to find her eithier. I didn’t wait for an answer. I ran along the wall trying to find her and help as much as possible. One after another undead, I come to a corner to see the man they call the Hound. Jon told me about him, and how he helped or tried to help Arya. “Get up! I need you to find Arya!”I stand in alert infront of him making sure the undead doesn’t get to me.

“He's a coward! Afraid of a little fire!” Beric screams over

“Fuck off! We can't beat them. Don't you see that, you stupid whore? We're fighting Death! They can't beat Death” I turn over and see more pileing up into the courtyard.

“Why don’t you tell her that?!” His eyes turn to what I am seeing. Arya rolling down to the ground fighting the undead with such force.

“I found her for you! Now you only have to keep her alive”There is a grunt from his direction but he gets up and makes his way towards her and Beric. I turn over, slashing an undead with my sword. My vision clears off the distance to see Daenerys in the middle of the field. I make my way through the undead but stop in my tracks seeing Jon running into Winterfell. His eyes fell on me and we shared a sigh of relief. He wanted to say something but I shook my head. “Go” I whisper, grasping his hand really quickly before making my way towards Daenerys. Just in time I pulled her away. Drogon flies up shaking the undead who start to mount him. They now turn their direction towards us and charge.

“Let's go!” Jorah takes hold of Daenerys as we try to make our way to safer ground.HE leads her through the burning wreckage of the battlefield outside the walls of Winterfell as I follow close behind. I slash two more until we come to a halt. The undead surrounding us from all sides. I hear a grunt to my side and stab the undead who stabbed Jorah in the side.

“We need to keep going!” I tell them. I look around but there is no end to this. We just have to continue fighting. Jorah takes his stance again. I turn and rage towards the ones coming forward. A slash in my arm causes my sword to fall. I trip over and grab another one on the ground and stab it on the undeads back before turning and slashing another.

“NO!’ Daenerys cries as a sword penetrates Jorahs heart. She takes a sword and stabs the undead in return. I rush over but fall as an undead grabs my ankle. I cut his wrist and gathered myself up. Daenerys cradles Jorah but I have to time to look any longer. I take another sword in my hand and protect them. I gained a slash in my right arm again, one in my shoulder and another in the other arm.

“Y/N!” I turned early enough to slash the undead behind me but not quick enough that blocked him from creating a line across my stomach. The pain became unbearable. My vision was cloudy. Far away I could see the horizon again as the sun kissed the sky. As the undead went down, so did I.

BLACK AND BLOOD

Y/N L/N is the daughter of the Great Khal Drogo although she was raised by the king of the unknown lands. After finding out he died she travels and finds the one who caused his death. Along this adventure she meets the mother of dragons. Jon Snow. Night walkers. We will see if she really has the Dothraki blood flowing through her veins.

Chapter 15:

I could feel my father’s stare on me from the moment I passed through the doors. The guards placed me and tied me up to the chair right beside Gris. He looked badly beaten up. Once the guards moved I could finally see my fathers face again. Some of his right hand men were beside him. The room was some kind of dungeon except there were windows and we were certainly on the main floor of the castle. I stared directly into my father's eyes trying to get anything out of him, he seemed lost. His beard has grown longer than before. His eyes filled with sadness and pain. A cane present on the hand that never needed one before. He was young but now he could pass as a Walker. He scoffs, directing his eyes away from mine and begins to walk out. “Can’t even stand there and look into my eyes to tell me what the hell you have become?!” I didn’t want to be the first one to talk but he left me no choice. He was going to just walk out? Leave me and his son tied up in a chair while he seems half dead? “The man I admire the most” A lump stuck in my throat but I continued. “The man who taught me everything I know” My mouth is so dry. “The man who built a place people years ago couldn’t imagine just-”

“I AM NOT THAT MAN ANYMORE!” His loud voice pushed me back in my seat. The fire in his eyes got bigger but I knew I couldn’t stop there. He was either going to burn himself down or this whole kingdom down, but I wasn’t going to let either go down. “They took that from me!” I shake my head. The Dothraki did something terrible yes but nothing like he is doing right now. “She made me a better person and you!” he paused, taking a hold of his chest. “You, the one who was supposed to stay here, the one who swore to protect them left!”

“You can’t hold that against me! You taught me to do what I most desire and that's what I did! I got out of here!”

“AND NOW YOUR MOTHER AND SISTER ARE DEAD!” I shake my head. It wasn’t my fault. He is hurt and in pain but it wasn’t my fault. I feel his rough hand grab my chin to look up at him. “You can tell yourself anything you want but It is all your fault. If you hadn’t intervened to save your so-called queen they would have respected the treaty. They wouldn’t have attacked and your mother and sister would be alive” He pushes me away harshly. The tears sting my eyes wanting to be let out.

“What they were doing was wrong and you know that. You know I had a right to fulfill in Dothraki. I don’t regret what I did” He struts to me, landing a hand on my cheek and then the other.

“You had an obligation here! You always had and never did you take such pleasure in fulfilling that obligation like you did for the Dothraki” I look up not fazed by his words. He always knew I was no one to fill his shoes. He told me to run and do what I wanted as long as I always came back to see them. To not live an unhappy life doing things just because people expect things from me. To never promise when in my heart there was an obvious choice. “You never stepped up to accept your responsibility or own up to it. You always did what you liked and never apologized for your actions. Those are some things you never took up from your mother”

“I am not her!” That one stinged. “I was never and will never be her. No matter how many times people say I am her. No matter if all I did was follow her around until the day I left. I WILL NEVER BE HER. As for me being selfish you are so wrong. All I ever did was try to make you happy. Maybe I wasn’t as happy about it but I was there. I was there going to consuels with you. Taking a trip to the people to hear their complaints. I took a class about what every ruler should know. I STEPPED UP!. I didn’t want to but I was there. I never did one thing from me until I left. I know I had my doubts but up until the point I got the news about Drogo and you told me to follow what I believe in. That it was finally my time to live. I thought you were okay with it, because until then I was going to accept the crown. For you and for everyone, I was doing it for everyone else but me! So who is the selfish one?” He comes closer taking out his knife and slowly running it down my face.

“You will never be her. You will never suffice anyone. No matter what words you try to use to explain yourself you know deep down you will never be good enough for nothing” My eyes stare blankly at him as the blade continues to trace down until it reaches the end. With that he stands up straight and walks out as do the rest of the people in the room. When the door closed I rapidly tried to wake Gris up. “Come on, we need to get out of here!” I whisper yell knowing there were guards outside the door. Damnit. The rope around my wrist was painful but I pulled and pulled until I finally released myself. I drained my body from most of my energy. My bones ached and my eyelids felt heavier than it ever did before. I look out the window and see the sun coming down. I hurry to untie my legs and continue on with Gris but stop mid untying. He can barely move, he is better off staying here. I look around only to see a torch. I guess that has to work. “Can I get some water?!” I hid behind the door and as the first one came in I knocked him out and that the other one out with a hit in the throat. I tie their hands together and gag them before continuing down the hall. It was a secluded hall. A hall we were not welcomed to go into and now I can see why. I make my way down to the cells and see an image I wish to erase from my memory. Dothraki all piled up. The smell came from some who were surrounded by their own blood.

“Princess” One says in their tongue. I turn over, nodding my head. I hurriedly opened up the cells so let them out.

“We need to free the rest and then get out of here” This night can go any which way. I just hope whatever happens, we do the right thing. I watched the Dothraki unlock the rest until there was no cell left locked. “We will take the night to our advantage. We work better with our hands anyways” I speak to them at the bottom of the stairs. “There are guards everywhere guarding every inch of this castle. There are more cells and I will take a group to free the rest of our people and for the rest, you will take care of every guard” I motioned them to follow.

“My name is Iter” A dothraki beside me whispers. “I heard many things about the Drogo Princess”

“Call me Y/N” I smile towards him while avoiding any guards. We get to the cells below and I send men to unlock the cells and to tell them my orders.

“Is it true we traveled the sea?” He was young. Not an adult young, he was still a child. Dothraki grew big and tall and it was hard to tell the different in ages but the way he spoke so unexpericence, he hads to still be child.

“Yes” Calmly I continued along most of the cells without coming in contact with a guard or two. Most of them stayed outside the doors but by using the walls we could get in and out. We used the walls to continue our way to gather weapons. Gris was brough out and once I knew he was out of harm's way we stood outside the gate of the castle. Dothaki men, women and children stood beside me.

“We stand with you Drogo Princess. Lady of the Night. Our Khalessi” I look over to the man beside me. His name was Rohno. I don’t deserve any of those names.

“Y/N” He looked unfazed. He stood up straight looking at the motions on the gates walls. I look over and by the figure thanks to the many nights I sneaked arounded in the castle unable to sleep I can tell it was my father.

“You can try to run but I will continue to chase until all of you are dead!” He screamed from ontop of the walls.

“You got us mistaken, father! We are not running away, we are here to fight!” The Dothraki starts screaming. “Unless you want to talk it through and agree to stop all this tyranny” It hurt my heart to let those words out to my father. The man I once looked up to. I know he is hurting and needs help but he isn’t allowing us to do that. His pain has created a dark hole in him and is trying to fix it with killing innocent people. Not all were Dothraki in the field. They were our people too. People from Omnis.

“I am doing what is right. I was blind a long time ago to think these people could live in peace. It caused me the greatest pain and I am not going to allow them to cause anymore. Call it whatever you want but I will never again rule in peace as long as they are still alive!”

“They are not the problem. They were following their leader, one who they swore their loyalty to!. Sounds familiar? He was the problem, not all of them” I pointed at the Dothraki behind me.

“You are so naive!” I see his figure move away. I look up around as the archers take their stand. “I will avenge your death, my daughter!” I hear his faint voice but I can no longer see him.

“We will stand by you,” Rohno says. The only noise other than our quicken breath is the string in the bows.

“Fire!” I close my eyes, holding my breath.

“We need to move” I open my eyes. I nod, taking hold of my sword and rushing forward. I missed the arrows and now we are running towards the food. Dothraki are screaming behind me, ready to fight for their freedom. We make noise on the door and they open. Not because my father felt kind enough to but because I left men inside for this moment. The doors open and we are met by guards, not enough. I look over and make my way towards the stairs. I need to find my father.

“I want him alive, no one kills him,” Rohno nods, rushing up ahead. I avoid a sword to my head, kneel down and stash it in the guards stomach. The Dothraki moves most of the guards out of the way as my vision is just focused on catching my father. Once the crowd that covered him is cleared he just stands there. No weapon. Not even his cane in hand. His fierce eyes only looked at me.

“You wouldn’t kill me.” He laughs, turning around to walk away. I take out the knife in my belt and throw it towards him. “Oh!” he screams, falling to the ground. He twisted his leg, taking out the knife and throwing it out the way.

“You’re right, I would never. I love you too much”

BLACK AND BLOOD

Y/N L/N is the daughter of the Great Khal Drogo although she was raised by the king of the unknown lands. After finding out he died she travels and finds the one who caused his death. Along this adventure she meets the mother of dragons. Jon Snow. Night walkers. We will see if she really has the Dothraki blood flowing through her veins.

Chapter 12:

When I was able to open my eyes I let out a deep sigh. I checked every limb I had. Stretching them out to verify I was somehow intact. I removed the covers down and noticed my whole chest bandanged up. “You shouldn’t do that” I turned my head to the chair right infront of the fireplace. “The maester said the cuts weren’t too deep. You will have some scarring to remember the battle of Winterfell '' I give her a quick nod before tearing the rest of the covers off. She gets up and helps me with my clothes.

“What are you doing up here?” I can tell she probably hasn’t been elsewhere since her clothes show how hard she fought the white walkers. I usher her away as I finish tying my shirt.

“I put a dagger in the night king” I looked up in shock. Well not shocked that I didn’t think she wasn’t capable but shocked at the fact I was standing infront of the person who ended it all. “Please don’t say what everyone has been telling me. '' She falls back into the bed and closes her eyes.

“I won’t” I laugh a little. The noise outside caught my attention as I moved towards the window,a crowd came to view. My gaze casted down below as the bodies on a funeral pyre were burning. I scan acrossed every emotion in people's faces. Daenerys' sad expression over Jorahs departure but nothing close to the one Sansa had on. The bodies continue to burn as I rip my eyes away from that sight. I grab my coat and open the door to walk out but stop in my tracks. I knelt down and couldn’t help but smile.

“He has been outside the door waiting to come in all day long” His expression turns that of a teenager who's annoyed by their parents. I go back up turning to Arya.

“I'm going out.” She sits up on the bed. Her mouth opens to speak but I shake my head. “I will be alright” I continue on walking until I am out and standing infront of the gates.

“Do you need a horse?” A guard asked but I just shook my head. I look over and see Ghost has followed me since the bedroom. “Open the gates!” The guard backs up and winter winds meet my face. The result of the war still outside these walls causes a halt to my step. My vision starts to get blurry and I forget how to swallow. Nothing will get you ready for this type of battle. A battle where hundreds of people lost their lifes for. Thousands wishing they would survive, and many more knowing that was their last breath. Ghost walks infront of me far enough to give me the courage to continue. Every step a dizzy thought came to mind. I didn’t stop walking until we met with the trees.

“Where I am from the trees never keep the green in winter” We walked through the trees admiring the beauty of simply just being there. “I think it just might be my favorite combination” I whisper to him, settling myself on the ground. The contrast with earth tones such as green and brown made such a view with the white of the snow. Ghost lays down and shuffles to place his head in my lap. “Why are you acting so nice?” I laugh petting his fur coat. “Don’t act so nice, Am supposed to make a fur coat out of you” I continued to run my fingers throught his fur but soon enough I felt my eyelids get heavier. The after noon sun soon became a sunset. Now that the dead are dead for good, we have to deal with Cersei. It all feels like a puzzle, this battle was another piece to it. Yet I can’t pull back and see the full picture, I don’t know what the ending of this will be. “Lets get inside, it's getting colder by the second '' Ghost groans, getting up and shaking the snow off him. “Am tired. How about carrying me back?” I laugh hearing another growl from him only this time his focus was somewhere else. I could see the Winterfell from here but we were still surrounded by trees. His growls got louder and his body was pressed onto me circling around.

“It's just me” Ghost was about to pounce when he saw Jon walking out from behind the trees. I let out a sigh rolling my eyes at his attempt to do whatever he was trying to do.

“Let's go Ghost” He happily turned around and followed me.

“You to are bestfriends now?” His body moved to block my way to Winterfell. I looked down at Ghost who kept on walking ignoring us both.

“No. We just tolerate eachother more now” I looked at Jons face and I have no clue why I began to walk away from him. This is the first time since our interaction in the battle that I can be with him. I move forward wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss. Truth be told this wasn’t a sad or happy kiss, it was a contempt kiss. One that I was happy to take right now. “Hey” I whisper as our heads rest against eachother.

“Hey” I could feel his smile with my eyes closed. After a couple of minutes there were no words spoken after that. Not even as we walked hand and hand into Winterfell. Or when I turn to see him close his bedroom door behind him. Or when his gaze became heavy as it fell with each item of clothing falling to the floor. His kiss was gentle as we made our way to the bed. I smile feeling the warmth radiating from him as he hovers over me. His hands caressed my body and I didn’t think it could get any hotter but when he parted my legs further apart I almost fell apart.

“Jon” I signed. I took hold of his face pulling him up. He knew what I wanted, with just the call of his name he knew I needed him, just him. His eyes never moved away from mine as we both groaned feeling eachother become one again. That alone made my breath act up. Taking deep breath eveytime his rocked his hip forward slow and deep. His lips met mine as he continued going slow. It was torture but it felt amazing. I didn’t need him to do this because of our injurys but it was an unspoken consexual agreement. I wrap my legs around him pulling him closer. A groan escaped my lips still pressed against his. The knot in my stomach was becoming stronger. My fingers dug into his back trying to hold on to something. He applies more pressure to his thrust and just seconds later we are both cumming together. He brushes the hair out of my face. My body twitches underneath him and with a simple push of his hand he holds me still.

“Honey,” He whisper in my ear. He was still inside me and I would be lying if I said I didn’t want him again, but this time a little harder. He pulls me closer to him and he covers us up. My head falls to his chest, still sweaty but I don’t mind. “Why were you out there?”

“I needed the ambience of the cold, needed to take a deep breath-” I needed to distance myself for a while. A yawn overtakes me and I pull myself closer to him. Jon didn’t speak after that, or maybe I fell asleep before he could say anything. I felt contempt at this moment, that was until I was woken up in a hurry. The scratches on the door made it difficult to ignore Ghost.

“Where are you going?” Jon grabs my wrist but I remove it quickly. I grabbed my clothes and placed them on in a hurry.

“Ghost is scratching up the door” I say pointing at the obvious noise. By his reaction I knew it wasn’t typical for Ghost to do so but he was calm maybe hoping it was something that could wait. The sun was still down, perhaps we only slept 4 or 5 hours?. Jon goes to open the door as I finish putting on my shoes.

“What's wrong?” Jon asks outside the door. I get up rushing to him and Ghost's head switches over to me. I remove the piece in his mouth. “What is that?”

“My mothers crown” I placed it inside my bag and grabbed my fur coat. “Show me” I didn’t even take a look back at Jon who was yelling at me to wait for him. I rush behind Ghost. I don’t know how far it was but I know I wanted to get there quickly so I grabbed a horse. I passed through the Dothraki and Unsullied outside. “Malakho!” Him and three other men mounted their horses and followed behind. It was hard to distinguish Ghost and the snow but thankfully the light of the moon helped a bit. “This could be a trap so I need you to stand back” I scream at them and they vanish. I continued to follow Ghost until it was a terrain I could no longer follow him riding a horse. I tripped a couple of times but once we reached a rock wall and the other side there they were. A fire all burned out. “Hey! Don’t” I stand infront of Ghost to block him from my brother's sharp end sword.

“Y/N!” I feel my younger sister's arm wrap around me. “How did you find us?” I ignored her for a bit looking back into the small cave they were in.

“He found mothers crown I think you might have dropped” I pulled it out of my bag and handed it over. She peels off of me, giving me the chance to walk closer into the cave. “Are you okay?” I watch her nod.

“I told her it was too risky to travel in her conditions' ' My brother gace falls to the bundle in her arms.

“We had to leave, it would be more risky to stay with your father” I watch Gemma, now the mother of my nephew lays there. She had given birth on this cold night, with only my brother's help.

“Let's get you somewhere warm” I stand up, giving the Dothraki the signal. I watch Malakho and the three men walk out from the trees. Before I could speak I saw another figure show up.

“You just couldn’t wait for me, huh?” I didn’t have time for this. I know he wasn’t mad yet it bothered me a little.

“We need to get her to Winterfell, she just gave birth and we can’t risk another hour in this cold” I ordered Malakho and with the help of my brother, Gemma and the baby were safely on a horse. “Get them to Winterfell, we will follow close by” Malakho nods and off they go.

“Why are they here?” I shrug and help my younger sister get on the horse.

“Grisill said we needed to leave to give father some privacy to deal with mothers and Joia’s death” I look up, giving her a smile.

“Stella this is Jon” I pointed towards him as she bows at him. “Jon this is my younger sister”

“Nice to meet you princess” He bows his head and at this time it was good to laugh a little.

“Let's go. The faster we get there the faster I get some answers” Jon nods, getting on his horse as I ride with Stella. The sun was beginning to show as we stepped foot inside the walls of Winterfell. I got off my horse and made sure Gemma was being taken well care of before I left to get Stella situated.

“When are we going back? I don’t like the cold” She goes into the bed and I cover her up so she doesn’t feel so cold.

“Soon. I don’t like the cold eitheir but give it a couple days and I am sure you will find something around here you will like”

“Seems like you did” I frown not knowing what she was talking about but once I saw her little smirk I got the hint.

“Oh shut up. You’re 13, you know nothing!” I laugh getting up from the bed. “No get some sleep, you will need it”

Helpless

Description: She worked as a lawyer in New York until she received a phone call from the man she owes her career to. She knew she would be back and what she was in for but what she didn’t know is that her life would change even more than she imagined.

Part 4

Chapter 3

I walked out to the porch taking my morning coffee and enjoying the morning dew. John wasn’t kidding when he said this place would keep me busy the first few days but yet again he didn’t remember that I was an overachiever. “When is it going to be my turn?” I turn at the sound of a little boy. I look over and see Rip training the same horse Kayce was that morning.

“You have to be patient Tate, this can’t be done in one day” Rip laughs continuing whatever he was doing. I walk up leaning against the fence and watching Rip.

“Hello?” I look over at the brown wide-eyed boy. He looked nothing like his father, everything from his mother.

“Goodmorning Tate”

“How do you know my name?” He asked, confused, backing up a little.

“My name is Y/N, I am a family friend” I extend my hand and the next second he shakes it confidently.

“Grandpa told me about you” I furrowed my eyebrows, surprised about that. “I was asking him for a horse and he was speaking about responsibility and such and that's when you came up”

“I hope it was all good things” I smile

“I guess, don’t tell him but I kind of stopped hearing him after he agreed on getting me a horse” I shake my head but before I said anything else screams were being heard from the barn.

“Stay here” Rip sternly said, referring to keeping an eye on the small boy.

“What's going on?”

“I don’t know Tate but I think we should go inside for a while” The boy looks back but nods following my motion to get him inside the house. “Did you have breakfast yet?”

“Yes! Grandpa let me have pancakes, bacon, chocolate milk” He stopped walking closer to me and whispering “Don’t tell my mom but he also let me have one of the big cookies”

“I won’t tell a soul”

“Do you want one? I know where they keep them” I couldn’t put a word in as he ran off to the pantry. I take a seat at the stool waiting on Tate to be back but it's not long after that that I hear the door open.

“Tate?” I watch Kayce look around the kitchen and land his eyes on me. “Have you-”

“Dad?” He stops mid run. His hands around his back.

“You are going to be late for school” I hold in a smile as Kayce stalks over to his son. “What's behind you?” Tate slowly pulls out one hand revealing a big cookie

“Its for Y/N” he looks over at me with pleas in his eyes

“And what about the other one?” Tate pulls out his hand holding another cookie. Tate looks at me again and then defeat covers them.

“I asked him for two.” I stood him walking behind Tate and taking both cookies. “I haven’t had breakfast” I smile innocently towards both boys.

“Yeah..” Tate continues.

“Go on” Kayce smiles at Tate. “Your mother is outside waiting to take you to school” With a last smile Tate grabs his bag, kisses Kayce’s cheek before running out the door. I look over at Kayce but Rip walks through the door first.

“Its Jimmy” I nod understanding what he means. Since Jimmy has gotten here it was peaceful and I was aware of the situation he was pulled from. Recently before arriving I was asked by Jamie to take on a case for him and it involved Jimmy. He had an altercation with his old pals and needed it to go away. Having camera footage and witnesses become not valid evidence was hard but I made it happen. I am sure this won’t be any different. I looked over to Kayce knowing this was my last chance to talk to him before I got wrapped up into something.

“Remember I set up a meeting for you and Monica at 11.” I walk over to Rip pushing the two cookies in his hands

“What are these for?” I quickly shrugged

“I don’t like cookies” I shut the door behind me walking over to the barn

“He's dead” That is the first thing I hear. Jimmy is seated in the kitchen. I go up kneeling down in front of him. In a million ways he reminds me of my own brother. Sweet, caring, when they tell him he is too weak and will never do it, he goes out there no matter if his face ends up in the dirt.

“Did they have anything to do with any of it?”He looks up from his hands.

“Of course they did! I know it was them. The officer came by and told me he took a beating which caused his death. I paid them and still went and did this!” I nod, grabbing onto his hands.

“Okay. What do you want me to do?” There won’t be much to go from this. No witness. No evidence other than it was an assault but nothing can be proven unless someone comes forward.

“Rip said we would take care of it but he also told me you could” I could. There was always a way and now I knew why Rip sent me in here.

“There is. Send him for life. You just let me know” He shakes his

head violently.

“I don’t think that would be enough. He needs to pay and not live-” I stand up cutting him off. “I don’t want to make you do something I know you don’t want too” He looks up. Red eyes.

“I work for the Duttons Jimmy, you just have to say the word” I stayed a bit after that making sure he was okay and then went to find Rip. Of course he said he was going to take care of it. I knew what it meant but never asked for details, I knew better than that.

“What did Jimmy decide?” I look up from the awkward air that surrounded my office. Kayce and I were currently waiting on Monica to show up and it has been a long 5 minutes.

“Seems like he is going with Rip” I let out a sigh looking down at the paperwork. Everything was written and printed. Unless they decide to change something then it is all done. All they had to do was sign. “Can I ask you a question?” I look up, seeing blanks in his eyes. Before I could open my mouth again my phone started ringing. “Hello?”

“Meet me down at the bar in main street across from Veronica's Boutique” I hear a dry chuckle “What left of it”

“I thought we agreed on drinks tonight?”

“Y/N” Even if she was laughing a second ago doesn’t take away the pain and even more tiredness from her voice. “Monica is here, tell Kayce to sign it and well, your smart make something up” another conversation that I don’t get to say anything in. I place the phone in my pocket and start packing.

“Sign the papers. I have to leave and I will catch up with Monica later to make sure she agrees with everything or if she wants to change anything” Kayce looks confused.

“This is serious Y/N. I know you are busy but we can wait another 5 minutes.” His voice starts to rise. “This is about my kid, my son”

“Kayce I understand but I had things come up. I will text Monica-”

“I heard you say drinks! You can take care of those things

another time, Do I have to remind you that you work for us? I apologize if my attitude towards you made this not so important but-” I slam my hand on the desk ready to scream but I took a deep breath and looked up at Kayce who was already standing.

“This has nothing to do with your attitude towards me. When I decide to take on a divorce case I want nothing else than what is best for the child if involved.” Conveniently a text came through from what I could tell was a drunk Beth. “Monica agreed to meet later on this afternoon since she had something come up” I grabbed my things and walked to my office door. “And for the record I work for John, not you” I shut the door leaving him in my office. “Once Mr. Dutton leaves, you can take the rest of the day off” Jennifer nods. I take the drive down to the bar as a cool down moment. I haven’t known Kayce for a long time and I bet he was alright but goddamn did he know how to set me off with just a look.

“Look who's here” I didn’t even have to look around to find them. Monica gave me a sympathetic look. They were at a booth. “I’ll go get us some drinks”

“Beth” I warned taking a seat across from Monica

“You two worry so much” And there she goes, off to the bar. I look over to Monica who’s already staring at me. “What happened?”

“Had an altercation with Vernoica at her store. She falsely accused me of stealing and got the cops called on me. Before Beth arrived they looked through my belongings and then made me strip down in the dressing room because she insisted I had stolen something” I could see the residue tears still haunting her cheeks. “She took a look at my skin and decided to judge me”

“Seems like you need the drink” She lightly smiles. “What did she do?” I looked over to Beth who was talking to the bartender while having our drinks right infront of her.

“Broke and knocked over somethings” Monica wiped off a couple more tears that slid down her face again.

“What else?” I know Beth so I knew there was more than just a couple broken items.

“Made her strip down to try out a dress but I stopped it before it got worse” You could see she regretted and felt bad for Beth’s actions.

“She did it to protect you, you are part of her family” She looks up and then down at the folder I was holding

“Soon I won’t be” She sighs.

“We can talk about this some other day” She stopped me from moving the papers into my bag.

“No. I need to do this now.” She pulls the papers towards her.

“Half and half. Weekends are alternated. Monthly support is accessful for anything Tate may need. Holidays are between the two of you to agree on” She checks over the paperwork carefully.“Partially custody, but the most important thing is that Tate has both their parents present and involved” She signs the papers and slides it to me. I slide it in my bag and look over to Beth again. “Let’s drink” I didn’t have to take care of anything else important right now so drinks it is. I get up grabbing the cups from Beth.

“Hey this idiot-”I didn’t let her finish as I pulled her towards the table. I pulled out a twenty and placed it infront of the bartender.

“Keep the drinks coming, this is just an apology” He nods apologetic. This is going to be a long night. The drinks kept coming and soon enough the afternoon people left the bar and the night people showed up. It was Tuesday and the bar seemed like the weekend. Maybe the fact that Beth shouted that drinks were on her was the reason it brought people in. See I want to say I have better consiocious than this but in my soul I needed this. I hadn’t stopped to think about what I had agreed to. Surely my parents or whoever cared for me deeply wouldn’t want me to help with any of this, but am still here.

“What did they do to you?” My chin is lifted up and I come face to face with Rip. “I thought you knew better than this” A drunken smile stretched across my face as I took his hand in mine.

“Dance with me?” I got up from the stool and tried to drag him to the dance floor but not even sober could I move him an inch.

“Not tonight, I have something to do in an hour so let's get you girls home” I look over to see Ryan,Jimmy,Lloyd and a couple of other cowboys in the bar handling Beth and Monica out the door. “Ready?” He asked it more of a suggestion since he was already dragging me out the door.

“What time is it?” He opens the back door and helps me get inside.

“7” We have been in the bar for 6 hours. The sun was already setting by 5 so it was no surprise it was dark already. “Wrap that blanket around you” He ordered pointing to the seat. The door shuts and I look forward and Beth is passed out in the passenger seat. “Ryan is taking care of Monica, she will make sure she gets home safe” I nod resting my head back. Silence took over as he started the car and drove off towards the ranch. “John will not like this” I didn’t feel drunk, I felt tired. Like when you haven’t slept for days and your body aches because it hasn’t stopped to rest. I don’t feel nauseous or disoriented right now. I couldn’t walk in a straight line if you asked me but I could count backgrounds from any number and file a lawsuit if need be. “He had been calling you and Beth like crazy until he finally decided to seen us out to look for both of you”

“I'm sorry” I felt bad now. I don’t think I did anything wrong but imagining how scared John felt when he didn’t hear from Beth for those six hours must have felt horrible. The Beck Brothers won’t stop coming after John until he is ruined and I know for a fact that if he has too he will attack twice in the same place.

“Don’t be sorry, I am the one who offered you drinks and it was because of me that you stayed and drank so much” Beth was now awake looking straight at Rip but Rip knew better than to look her way right now.

“Beth..” Rip warned taking off his seat belt as we crossed the ranch gates.

“Don’t Beth me. She can’t get drunk on her own even if her life depended on it” I felt offended and it pained to hear that for some reason.

“What?! Yes I can!” I push myself forward to lean against the armrest.

“Y/N Lean back in the seat” Rip now warned looking at me using the rearview mirror

“Don’t scream at her” Beth hits his arm unbuckling herself as the truck comes to a stop.

“Yeah!” I hit him this time. “I can do what I want and what I want is to continue drinking” I turned towards the door but I was unable to open it. “Rip open the door!”

“Did you put the child safety lock on the door?!” Beth starts arguing again. “She’s not a baby!” she hits him again

“Yeah! Am not a baby!” I go to hit him but he opens the door and escapes. A few seconds later Beth doors open and Rip is on the other side trying to get her out.

“I don’t have time for both of them right now” Rip, annoyed, tells whoever is outside with him. “I’ll grab this one and you take the other one” He pulls her out and I hear Beth mutter some words. “I will meet you outside in 30 minutes so we can leave. '' I could hear Beth fight, not wanting anyhelp before the door shuts and mine opens.

“I guess you are mine” Maybe I am drunk because hearing those words come out of his mouth made me feel something.

“I don’t need help” I groaned, almost falling face first onto the ground. “I slipped” Truth is I was feeling a little nervous under his gaze. Nothing to say about that other than that I felt a little embarrassed that he had to do this and knowing I am not his favorite person. I don’t even make it to the list of people he can tolerate on a daily basis.

“Let's just get you to bed” There it is, that irritated voice again. Seems like he saves it just for me. I know he doesn’t like me but why? I mean I don’t care but like why can’t he just be nice enough not to sound so disgusted or annoyed by not only my presence but anything that has to do with me.

“No” I huffed, stomping my foot and stopping mid stairs. “Well yeah but not to bed!” I thought about it. I wanted a drink but I had to enter the house to get to it. I pushed open the door and looked around first.I wasn’t about to make a fool of myself and give him a hard time in front of anyone else.

“Don’t be difficult, I have things to do” I rolled my eyes, going straight for the liquor. I didn’t know much about what was best or what I could pour in a cup and just drink so I stuck with beer. “Hey, don’t!” He walks over to me but I go around the island avoiding him. “Look I don’t have to do this but I choose to because for some reason my dad wants you here and needs your help” see that right there makes my blood boil. Yes I know I am here for John and nobody else. I don’t accept thank you’s, any form of gratitude or apologise but the fact that he doesn’t acknowledge it makes me a little ticked off. “Now can you be-” I walk over to the next room in search of my bag. I drag out the divorce papers and slide it across the island when I walk back to him.

“You don’t have to do anything for me. I choose to get drunk and choose to continue drinking. And you’re right, just because John likes me and needs me here doesn’t mean you have to be nice to me but atleast you can show how you really feel about me instead of trying to act nice because someone asked or because that's what you think they want from you! I have to be nice to you but I also have the right to stand up for myself and not be treated like some kind of pest you don’t want around!” He shakes his head, taking the drink from my hand and finishing the rest.

“Fine!” I take a step back to walk away from I feel the room shake as I am lifted from the ground

“Kayce!” I start pounding my fist on his back “Put me down! I can walk on my own” The room continues to shake as he walks up the stairs.

“You’re acting like a child and so I will put you to bed and we will talk about the things you said tomorrow!” He walks down the hall opening the door.

“”You’re acting like a child! I can take care of myself! I don’t need to talk about anything with you if it doesn’t have anything to do with work”He throws me on the bed and I don’t have enough strength to get up

“My divorce will not be the only thing we will be working together on, so best get the formalities over with and figure out how to tolerate eachother without killing ourselves for the sake of the ranch”

“Kayce?” I whisper not wanting to scream or talk loud anymore. I hear a hum. “Be careful out there and whatever you do don’t do more than you have too because I don’t want too much work when it gets to my desk” I hear a faint chuckle as I wrap myself in my blanket.

“We will talk about that tomorrow too”

Helpless

Description: She worked as a lawyer in New York until she received a phone call from the man she owes her career to. She knew she would be back and what she was in for but what she didn’t know is that her life would change even more than she imagined.

PART 6

Chapter 5:

I walk down to the kitchen smelling breakfast, but there is no one home except Beth and I but I knew for a fact she was spending her time with Rip. “Good Morning” My heart stopped worrying thinking someone had broken in. “Monica made breakfast before leaving. Kayce motions at the eggs, bacon, biscuits and coffee in the island table.

“Thought you put on an apron and became a housewife” I wasn’t annoyed by him but it surely came out that way. “Aren’t you supposed to be out at camp?” I fill a cup of coffee and turn to lean against the island to look at him.

“You said we needed to talk,” He said calmly, taking a bite of his bacon.

“Kayce, it's nothing important to ride all the way up here. This conversation could have waited until you came back” He nods, going back to eating. “But since you are here and it seems Monica made food for a whole village I guess we can finish what we can and talk” I pull out a stool beside him. “So where do we start?” His whole body turns my direction

“I need to know the truth.” I look over. “If you are going to stay here and be part of this family like my dad wants, I want to know that I can trust you. I want to know that you are here and on our side, because I don’t want anyone else that I love to be put at risk” I could hear his voice crack a bit and he is no longer staring at me but at a distance.

“Okay” I whisper, putting my coffee down and turning towards him again. “If that's what it takes I understand. But all I ask is to hear my side of everything before you judge anything” He only nods. “When I was 16 I had an argument with my parents, mainly my mother. Maybe it was my fault and maybe there was a fix to things but at that time I was only 16. It sounds stupid to say that it was only because of a rumor that I ended up away from home but for me it was a ball of snow and that day was the push” I moved my eyes away knowing I would not be able to say anything by looking into his eyes. “ My family thrived on being perfect and better than anyone else. They didn’t believe in mistakes and I was the example of everything they stood for. I got good grades, I never missed school, I listened with respect and gave respect even when the person didn’t deserve it. I hated it but I did it because I knew it was important to them and for me they were the only thing that mattered. That day I came home and they were waiting for me. Before I could even open my mouth to speak I was met with a slap. My mother screamed at me saying how I was a horrible daughter. How I was a disappointment. They heard from a lady that I had allowed myself to sleep around with a guy. The guy telling everyone around town that I offered myself like some kind of prostitute to him and his friends. I tried to defend myself knowing the fact of the matter was that the rumor was true but I wasn’t the girl they were talking about. While she stood there not allowing me to speak she took her time to scream and physically abuse me. I told myself maybe this is it. This is my chance to get away from it all. To not only escape from the image but to break theirs. My father got in the way once I was on the floor limp. I grabbed what I could and rushed out the door. I walked and walked until I could no longer move. Getting here was days of hunger and days of asking for a ride.” I look over to him getting out of my stool to place the coffee cup in the sink. “Since then I haven’t been back home. I could have gone back and remedied everything but I won’t”

“Why?” I turn to see him stand next to me. “Why not go back and prove that it wasn’t you? Why go all those years without giving them a chance to change what happened” I turn off the water and look over to him again.

“There is nothing I can change about that now. They made their decision. They could have looked for me all those years but have I heard from them once? No.”

“Then you should be the one to go and talk to them” I shake my head starting to get frustrated.

“No. I could but I won’t. I won’t face those people who don’t care about me anymore”

“You don’t know that” He followed close behind as I walked towards the door.

“I don’t, and I also don’t want to find out.” I got to open the door but I stop once I hear his words

“Is this what you are going to do? You are just going to quit and not fight? You speak about having loyalty to us but the people you loved the most you won’t fight for?” I turn around pushing my finger in his chest.

“You don’t know me. All I asked of you was to listen and not judge. You don’t know the full story of everything I went through, that was just the top of the icing. You wanted to know how I got here, I told you! And like I said before, you can either be nice because you truly feel like it or show me who you really are but don’t try to be someone you are not with me.”After the discussion with Kayce I walked out the door only to realize what I was wearing wasn’t appropriate for the cold weather. But being the stupid person I was I just continued to walk down the road.

“You’re going to get sick!” I turn my head to see Rip leaning against the railing of his porch. “It's too early for you too, what's wrong?” I walk up sitting on the front steps.

“I told Kayce how I ended up here” I looked up waiting for him to say something but he only looked at the distance. “I told him to trust me but the only thing I got from him was judgement.” I feel him sit beside me and offer his cup. “I already had my coffee”

“It's not coffee” I smile while taking the cup. “I needed it this morning” I chuckle while finishing the rest of whatever alcohol was left.

“You and Beth seem to be geting along better” I look over and see a grin not wanting to smile.

“You can say that” I was about to intervene to get more details until I heard a horse come closer. “Why don’t you go inside to warm up? Beth is in there” I nod moving my eyes away from Kayce. I walked in grabbing a coat nearby because I was still cold.

“Do you have something to tell me?” I turn around to see Beth in the kitchen with only Rip's shirt on. I furrowed my brows not knowing what she meant. “Showing up to Rip's new home in little clothes?” mI shake my head with a laugh

“Shut up” I walk over setting the cup in the sink. “Had a little argument with your brother, walked out the house without thinking”

“And too stubborn to go back” All the Duttons make me roll my eyes, and I notice maybe it's just them? “I heard you and Rip talking. Why did you decide to tell him?” I shrug and take a seat.

“You know I hate hostility and that was all that he was giving me. People around here don’t trust easily and I wanted to get that out the way, instead I feel like I got more hatred” Beth sits down beside me

“It’s hard for him.Trust me that he has a good heart. A better heart than us Dutton” She sighs, taking in a deep breath. “He is too good for this place. I thought when Monica came into his life and he left he would be gone for good”

“I thought he liked this place?” She shakes her head.

“This is like a trap for him. He is only here because for him this is all he can give Tate.” I nod understanding just a little more about Kayce.

“Doesn’t mean he has to be an asshole and annoying” I whisper until I hear Beth start laughing.

“All you need to do is spend more time with him. Let him know you and you him” I look over seeing a grin on her face.

“Oh for fuck sake Beth, he just got divorce!” I whisper yell not knowing if he was still outside the door with Rip.

“What?! I didn’t say anything but what I will mention is that he has not gotten some in a while and I know you haven-”

“Okay” I stop her. I take out Rip’s coat. “I will leave before anything else is said” Beth follows me towards the door as I walk out.

“He can keep you warm at night!” I walked past Rip and Kayce toward the main house. I only shake my head at Beth’s comment. I would be lying if I said It didn’t cause a smile to appear on my face.

Truth is I do find him attractive. He needs to cut his hair but the rugged look he can surely pull off. I grew up in a town where cowboys or farmers weren’t a thing, mainly country clothes but they didnt get down and dirty with cattle or horses. Then moving to the city was a drastic change. I switched my converse to heels. I didn’t wear jeans anymore but pencil skirts and dresses. I didn’t tie my hair up or put on a cap anymore. Around me were suit wearing men all the time. A little wrinkle in your shirt made you unwealthy. Since the day I arrived I have been wearing my same wardrobe but included some leggings. On accusations that I wore pants they were business pants with blouses that weren’t considered country attire. So when I saw him in a plain brown jacket and jeans that seemed to be dragged through the dirt I found myself wanting to be closer to him. It was the rough hands and the rough not comb through hair. He looked presentable enough but always showed he was a worker. Can’t explain it but just know I didn’t mind him, that was until he opened his mouth. That made me wonder what I was thinking. Cowboys are rude and distateful. They can be sweet at times but they are mostly cussing out people or fighting. They have a short temper and have a look of hatred all the time. But when they smile it is like every red flag gets thrown out the window.

PART 6