Blowing in the Wind

4 Years Later

"WHERE ARE MY SHOES, SLAVE?"
"I have them right here,Master" I said calmly. "Next time you don't bring me what I need on time,you won't see the daylight again." He said a cruel as he possibly could. "Yes,Master." I said looking down. He finished putting on his good shoes and left for the night. He always goes to a get together on the same time each week. It's the only time I feel free every week. Sad, isn't it? He finally turned to leave but not before saying "When I return, my house will be spotless. Do you understand,slave?" he said with look of danger on his face."Yes,Master. I will have it look more spotless than you've ever seen before." I said with a fictitious smile. He looked at me with a face of disgust and slammed the door shut. I felt relief wash over me. I was secretly hoping he would be back later on tonight. Only because when he comes home in the morning hours, he is more unbearable to put up with. he always has a hangover the next morning which is why when he is miserable then i have to be more miserable than him. He's been the worst master I've had so far. He treats me like I'm a piece of garbage. I know I'm only a slave but more importantly I am a person(even though slaves are a piece of property).My masters name is Roscoe Lyles.He is a Twi'lek with skin the color of yellowish orange. He hardly ever feeds me and I have to sleep on the floor next to the fireplace(which I have to tend to.) It's been 4 years since that horrible night when everything went wrong. I haven't had a good night sleep in what seems like forever. I keep picturing my family burning to a crisp. Seeing your family like that...... is not something you can forget. I've been transferred so many times for not being the perfect slave. I'm disobedient. I've tried to get away from this life so many times, but each time I'm unsuccessful. I wish more than anything that the past 4 years have been nothing but a horrible dream. I don't think I will ever come to terms with..... everything. But maybe I should except that I am and forever will be a slave. I probably will be to the end of my days. Oh, how I wish my life was ended that day of the festival. I start to do my chores around the house. Thankfully, the house I clean is small and easy to tidy. I put in all my effort to make it the cleanest it has ever been. When I finish, I feel like I could have the rest of my day to myself.Maybe I could even go on a walk. Then I notice a piece of paper on my so called bed. It reads " Slave, go into town and pick up these items. Fresh Vegetables, Fresh Fruit, Blue Milk and 6 Pails of Fresh water." I looked at the paper in disappointment as I had thought I would have a whole night to myself. Here's to wishful thinking. I grab the paper and grab my supplies bag and head out to the market. I grab all of the things on my list except for the water as I would have to make another few trips to grab the rest. Once I finished putting everything away, I realized I still had time to go on a nightly walk. I started to feel excited to feel the night air blow on my face. I actually had a pretty decent day today. Usually, master makes me do over 50 things in one day. I headed out the door and began my walk. It was late out but I've traveled later than this before.For the fist time in what seems like months, I felt like my own person. I always love this feeling even if it is always fleeting. I walked until my feet hurt and I decided that it would be best to turn around. I walked passed this alley where I saw my master sitting against a wall. I approached him cautiously as I had never seen him this drunk before. "Master... Are you alright? Would you like some help getting home?" I asked not knowing what to expect next. He stood up fast and started to wobble. I didn't know whether to help him or go away.I felt this terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. I turned around and started to walk away when I heard him say "Come here girl." I felt every inch of my body tense up and I couldn't move. I decided to make a break for it when he grabbed my shoulder. He pinned me up against the cold brick wall.He was blocking my chance for every escape I could think of. He started to kiss my neck. I tried pushing, kicking, and punching him but to no avail. He had me. "Let go of me! HELP!" I screamed. No one came or responded. I tried to disassociate myself from what was happening to me. This had to be the worst thing that would happen to me. I closed my eyes as I didn't want to see the look on his face. When suddenly, someone pulled him off me. I felt I could breathe again. I looked and saw a man in shiny armor start taking him to the ground." Mando. I thought I paid you all of the credits I owed." My master said with a drunken smile. "You didn't pay it all. I have to take you in." This strange man said. "I'm not going in. So run along, Mandalorian." He said with a smirk. "Besides, can't you see I'm with a beautiful woman?" I looked at this man as if to say "Please , save me." The Mandalorian was quiet for a moment and I thought he was going to leave us. I begged in my mind for him not to go. "I can take you in warm, or I can take you in cold." The silver helmeted man said. "Go ahead and try." My master said chuckling. Suddenly a fight broke out. My master tried his hardest to fight off this strange Bounty Hunter but ultimately landed in a headlock. Then in a swift movement my master took the strangers blaster attached to his thigh and pointed it at me. "Listen Mando.... you don't want an innocent to die do you? I mean, she is just a piece of property so I guess the universe wouldn't miss her." I couldn't move. I felt frozen in my spot. I didn't know if I should run of stay put. As I was debating what I should do,
The strange man pulled a secret blaster and shot my master between his eyes. I stood there in shock. The man then picked up my former master and put him over his shoulder. He started walking away when I stopped him. "Wait. You have to take me with you." I said still shocked over what just occurred. "Why would I take you with me?" He asked in a electronic voice. "Because you killed my master. I'm a slave and whenever my master gets killed, I then belong to the person who killed him. So you are bound by law to take me now." I said not knowing how this strange man was going to react. "Well, I don't want you so you're free. Go and live your life." He said hurriedly. "It doesn't work that way. The only way for a slave to be freed is for them to get papers, die, be sold or marry. So you're stuck with me." I said sadly. I heard a robotic grunt. He was looking around as if he was trying to find a solution to this problem. I then heard him sigh. " Alright. But don't get in my way. Got it?" He said in a annoyed tone. "Yes,Master."