The Apprentice || Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Chapter 16: A Life for a Life

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(y/n)'s POV
I paced in my room, playing my entire conversation with that man in my head. Over and over I heard his threats and his revelations, and it made me angry. So damn angry because I knew it had to be the truth, it made perfect sense. That's why he wears a mask religiously, people would recognize the Jedi Anakin Skywalker in a heart beat, wouldn't they?

The more pieces of the puzzle I place, the more pissed off I became. How could he keep something like this from? It felt like a betrayal.

The door to my bedroom opened without a knock and I stopped in my tracks. I shot my eyes to him as he walked into the door and closed it behind him. I said nothing as he slowly took his mask off and set it down with a sigh, "Listen—"

He stopped speaking and his eyes widened as he placed his hand on his cheek. I just slapped him...hard, "You are a liar." My voice cracked. I wanted to cry, but I held it in.

"What the fuck is your—"

I slapped him again, "You manipulator," Now he was angry instead of shocked. When I raised my hand to slap him again he grabbed my wrists and shoved me against the wall with enough force to temporarily knock the wind out of me.

"Hit me again and it will be the last thing you ever do." He threatened, "What is the matter with you?"

I breathed a dry laugh, I knew he wouldn't hurt me, "You won't kill me Master. Or would you prefer to go by Anakin?" His face dropped instantly and his grip loosened, but he still held on, "You've been under my nose this whole time. This whole time. Yet you made me believe otherwise, and for what reason?"

"I never said I wasn't him, so I never lied to you."

"You think I'm going to let this go on a fucking technicality? Withholding the truth about who you really are or were is lying. I gave you my life and you didn't even have the decency to be fully honest—"

With one hand holding my wrists still, he used the other to grab my face and bring it closer, "You didn't have a life before me. I handed you everything you have now on a silver platter and you ate it up without much of a thought. So why does who I used to be matter?"

This time I couldn't hold back a cry, a tear fell from my eyes, "I shared so much with you. You know every dark corner of my mind, things I wanted to stay buried. So to have you—one of the only people in this galaxy to have my trust—keep something like this from me when I thought the bond we grew was deeper than that feels like a betrayal."

He removed his hand from my face as his eyes trailed over my features, "I did not and would never betray you. I knew when you were looking for Anakin Skywalker; that you were looking for this perfect, innocent image of him that my mother planted in your mind. I guess in a way, I was afraid that you would be disappointed that it turned out to be me. I know she would be if she saw me now." He finally let go of me and backed away. I remained with my back against the wall, "I was going to tell you eventually."

I dropped my gaze to the floor, I wasn't sure what to say. I wasn't disappointed that it turned out to be him, I was just disappointed that I had to jump through circles and break rules to find out.

"Who told you?" He questioned. I snapped my eyes back up, he tilted his head and narrowed his gaze, "Hm? Was it a clone? The doctor?" His hand was resting on my dresser and he tapped his finger impatiently.

I bit the inside of my cheek nervously. I wanted to lie to save my skin, but that would be hypocritical of me.
If I want complete honesty, I have to give it too, "First I want to say that what I'm about to tell you will upset you, but I don't think you have a right to be upset."