Thief (of my heart)

Chapter Two

Peering from behind the rear of an SUV, Rey sighs. 

The car is here. 

If the car is here, he must be okay. 

Watching, she notices Ben leaving. His face, half covered in bandages. She winces, feeling a pang of guilt over her actions, however warranted they'd seemed at the moment. 

Yes, Solo is an ass. He always has been. Rey hasn't forgotten how he stood idly by while she was bullied in high school. She hasn't forgiven him. 

However, that doesn't stop her guilt. 

After all, she had started the entire confrontation. 

Watching him enter his car, the same one she'd tried to steal, Rey ducks back into an alleyway. There's nothing else she can do. What's done is done. 

Thankfully she won't have to see him again and eventually, she can forget this ever happened. 

Crawling through a hole in the fence at the back of the alley, she makes her way home. 

Rey hates that she calls it home. It's a roof though. That's more than she can say about years past. 

Let's just say Rey knows how to insulate a cardboard box from the rain. 

Pulling back her hoodie, she runs her hands through her hair, trying to keep it tamed down. She accidentally skims a sore spot and gasps. Pulling the hoodie back in place, she continues on. 

Trying not to think about her current condition, she continues back towards Plutts. The last thing she needs is for D.J. to find her near the restaurant where she screwed up. 

Rey knows she can kick D.J.'s ass but Plutt holds too much over her head. 

There's nothing she can do but take it. This is where her fucked up life has brought her. 

Entrapment.

Kicking a can, she watches it bounce into the sewer. She pushes up her large sunglasses, careful to avoid her eye. 

Concealer running from the humidity, she knows she needs to get home soon. She keeps her head down, trying not to draw attention to herself. 

Turning a corner, she is still looking down when she hears a voice. 

"I never did understand that stupid song."

Looking up, Rey freezes. 

"What…."

He smirks. Even with half of his face covered in bandages, he's still cocky as hell. 

"You know, the Sunglasses at Night song from the 80s. Stupid song."

Rey takes one step back, glancing from left to right, gauging a quick escape. She then shakes her head. 

"No-I mean-what are you doing here?"

Leaning against the bumper of his car, Ben Solo has his arms crossed. 

A familiar pose. 

"You tried to steal my car, Freckles."

Rey turns to run. 

"125 Sycamore Street. Birthday April 10, 1992. Social 575-49-0821. Wanted for questioning in three cases of grand theft, five cases of misdemeanor theft and….let's see…what was it?"

By now, Rey has frozen. This asshole knows everything about her. Her address, her birthday, her fucking social security number. Now he's rattling off all the warrants against her, tapping his chin with one long finger as he looks to the night sky in fake perplexity.