Take Me Home

Chapter 3: 6 years later

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Warning: WILL BE VIOLENCE IN CHAPTER!!
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Ezra's P.O.V

It's been six years. Six long years since the day the po po decided to throw me in a foster home or should I say foster homes. I've stayed in at least 10 homes, counting the one I'm living in or should I say slaving in. Right now, I'm thirteen years old and will be fourteen on December 19th. My supposed 'master' was waiting for me to bring him food. His name is Richard Kallus but he told me to call him master or I would get punished.

I wore amazing old ragged clothes and to go with it the clothes, chains around my ankles and wrists. Can you hear the sarcasm. "Where's my food you worthless, good for nothing rat!" My master yelled. I flinched and dragged my feet to the next room where he was waiting. "Why were you taking so long?" He said viciously. I put the tray in front of him and was about to exit, but Kallus pushed me to the floor. "I know it can speak so tell me why you took so long," he said through clenched teeth. My chains jingled as I stood up, not looking into his eyes, "s-sorry, master". "Look me in the eye when you say it," he hissed. I didn't listen and he punched me in the gut. "Do it!" He commanded. I looked up and muttered, "sorry master, it won't happen again," I said scared.

Kallus grabbed, what he called his burner. He ripped off my shirt and pushed the hot metal onto my skin. When he was done with that, he whipped me on my burnt up back. Me and Kallus heard thunder from outside. My master smirked and dragged me outside into the night. I knew what was going to happen next and this was worse than anything. He chained me up to a pole in the back yard and left. Then it started to pour with thunder and lightening come in on some occasions. I screamed and yelled for help, but do you know why? I had a fear of storms. Memories came from my 8th birthday and they were the bad ones.

I sat there cold, alone and scared in the mud. Tears dripped down my face and thought of a plan to escape this living nightmare. I looked up and a light bulb flickered on. There was nothing on top of the pole. I stood up and stretched as far as I could. Then it happened, I was free. For the first time in years, I had a smile across my face. Thunder snapped me out of my thoughts and I ran to the streets of Lothal. I found a sharp knife and cut the chains off. I kept thinking the same thing over and over again, 'I'm free'. The moment was over when the pain in my back started to hurt. I found some blankets and wrapped one around the wound and around me. No one will hear from Ezra Bridger again. Besides, no one on earth would want a mistake like me.

Third Person's P.O.V

At least that's what he thinks.

Kanan's P.O.V

I arrived home and felt relief when I closed the door. 'Finally away from those imperials,' I thought. "Honey, I'm home," I called out to my soon to be wife, Hera. "Ok, I'm making supper," Hera's voice echoed through the hall. That's when my stomach growled, "Alright," I said back. I went upstairs to our room and took off my police gear. I looked out the door to the room across from me and Hera's. Hera and I wanted to adopt a child and that was going to be there room. "Come and get it while it's hot!" Hera called. I smiled and said 'coming' going down the stairs.

Ezra's P.O.V

"Bon appetite," I said to myself and ate a can of beans with two apples and a bottle of water I stole from a market. After I was done eating, I signed and laid down in the worn down shed I found a little bit out of town. A single tear rolled down my cheek as I thought, 'this is no home'. I fell asleep trying to ignore the storm and my fear.

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