Falling for the Order

The Touch

You woke in your quarters after straggling back to them after last night.

Your feet were cold. You were wrapped in a blanket, having not gotten under the covers last night. Your head ached, eyes stinging from crying, and when you swallowed all you could feel was sand paper.

You cast your gaze toward the clock on the bedside table. You'd slept half the day. The clock reading 13:06 hours.

Your thoughts of last night never left your mind. You're surprised you actually slept last night, but your body was too tired not to. Yesterday was a fucked day.

Anger still stimulated you. You felt awful, you felt numb. The thoughts of Snoke's words about your village on Naboo...

No, don't think about it.

Your visit to Kylo's quarters after murdering the Lieutenant. The way he got to you, got under your skin. But you did the same to him, resulting in a head ache and sore throat.

You lay awake in bed, lip trembling even by the thought of it. You hated that all you felt was anger, and you knew that was exactly what Kylo wanted. For you to feel anger and nothing else. To use that emotion to make your switch flip, to fuel you into returning to the power of the force only it would happen through the darkside.

You ran your hands through your hair, sitting up in bed. You need a shower.

You hopped out of bed, trying your hardest not to swallow or breathe too hard. Your throat hurt like a bitch.

You stripped in the bathroom, turning the water on mostly hot. Your gaze flickered to the mirror above the basin. You froze.

You drew towards it, lifting your chin to get a better look of your throat. Purple bruises lined your skin horizontally. A hand print.

That prick.

Your breath caught in your throat as you ran your fingered gently over the bruises. The cut on your brow looking better though.

You rummaged around in the cupboard of the bathroom, through the draws as well for any sign of something to cover the bruises up with. There was no sign of makeup or anything.

You let out a huff before getting into the shower. The heat bit at your skin but you thrived off it. Grabbing the soap you lathered yourself with it, getting the rest of the blood off that still stuck to your skin.

You eyed the shower head for a moment, reaching up and holding it.

Detachable shower head. Fun.

You pulled the shower head off the holder and ran it over your body.

Though the shower calmed you down a little, you still felt like punching something. Your room was still a slight mess from your melt down yesterday.

You decided you'd head to the training room. Anything to get your mind off things.

You hopped out of the shower and chose to put on black leggings and a high neck halter crop top. It was one of the only items of clothing in your wardrobe that had a high enough neck to cover your bruises.

You put a pair of sneakers on, and snatched a jacket from a hanger before making way for the door.

It didn't take you too long to get to the training rooms, after asking a few of the approachable looking First Order personnel which turns and elevators to take, you got there in no time - entering the same training room as last time.

Door number three.

The room was empty. A good sign. Giving you plenty of privacy. You headed directly for the punching bags you remember seeing in the back corner of the room last time you were here with Kylo.