Break (A Kylo Ren Fanfic)

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If you haven't seen the SNL skit with Adam Driver as Kylo Ren, please go watch it! It is absolutely hilarious!

"Undercover boss: Starkiller Base"

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Timidly, I open the door to the training room and step in. I'm a few minutes late because I slept in and to say I'm nervous would be an understatement.

Ever since the scene between Kylo and I yesterday where I challenged him, I've been worrying about how training will go. My heart races at just the the thought of him—not in a good way.

Taking careful, quiet steps, I close the door behind me as I completely enter the room. Kylo's back is to me and he is still wearing his helmet and cape. I want to turn right back around and exit the room.

As I ecstasize the thought of going back to my room, Kylo turns around to face me.

"You're late." His electronically enhanced voice travels to my ears in a chilling wave and I have never been more afraid of Kylo.

My fear of him before was almost a playful fear, a fear only felt to entertain the idea of fearing him because that's what everyone else seemed to do. Now, I am actually fearful of him, cowering at the very thought of him.

I watch him, trying to anticipate his next move, his next word. I'm afraid that it will be a move to harm me, a word to belittle me.

After staring for who knows how long, he raises his hand and I expect him to use the force on me. Instead, he holds his hand palm up, beckoning me to him with a curling finger.

Hesitating, I take a step back. My fists clench at my sides in an effort to subdue my nervousness.

When I don't approach Kylo, he clenches his fists like me. "Come here."

I don't know whether it's the menacing sound that his electronic voice emits, or if it's the fact that it's Kylo telling me to close the distance between us that scares me, but either way, I listen. Before I can take a breath in I'm moving towards Kylo quickly.

I stand in front of him, my body erect and rigid. My breathing is shallow and I'm consciously aware that I'm not getting enough oxygen in my body.

"Being late is unacceptable," he says, his masked voice the same volume as before.

I tremble as he reaches out and grabs my arms with his massive hands. He yanks me closer to him.

I cringe, drawing away from him in an attempt to put more distance between us. Every trace of the rebellious attitude I had yesterday has vanished and I am left to fend for myself some other way.

"You must address me, Lyra. Own your mistake."

"I-I'm sorry," I stutter, my lip quivering. I've never felt this much fear for Kylo or ever for that matter. I don't understand how I could have done such a complete one-eighty turn, but it's like I understand what Kylo could do to me.

"I will not let it slide again." With those words, he releases my arms rather roughly, slightly pushing on them to make me take a step back.

I nod, afraid to speak. My voice cannot be trusted.

I take a few more cautionary steps away from him, looking down at my feet.