Clear Skies ♕Stormpilot AU♕

[15]

[Finn]

I had to be put in an isolated tent so that Commander Ren could keep a close eye on me. Every chore I had, I was isolated from everyone else. Even for dinner I was isolated. I mostly got the scraps of the things people didn't eat. People thought that I was getting some kind of special treatment, so no one wanted to be around me anyway.

Except for one person.

Jay Borrison.

When Coy was around he was much easier to handle. Coy stood up for me whenever Jay was around. Growing up together I always had to deal with Jay, but never alone. I knew that Jay didn't like me, but he took it much too far today.

One of my many chores while I was on punishment was cleaning up everyone's cot. As I was making up Jay's cot his large hand slapped against the back of my neck.

"Ow!" I cried.

"You aren't doing it right."

I scowled. "I don't need you to tell me how to do my job." I said, rubbing the back of my neck.

Everyone in the room 'oohed'. Jay narrowed his eyes at me.

"Is the traitor trying to be brave?" Jay mocked. "The little coward that ran away from battle so he could sit back and relax?" He said, stepping towards me.

I stepped back, but I should have watched where I was going. I fell back against the bed. I scrambled to get back up, but Jay pushed me back down.

"Get up traitor!" He exclaimed.

I tried to get up again, but he shoved me back harder this time. I clocked my head against the headboard. My head was spinning and I heard laughing all around me, but I couldn't here what direction it was coming from. Jay loomed over me.

"Coy isn't here to protect you anymore, so I guess you'll just have to deal won't you?" He said, coldly.

I scowled and spit on his face. "You don't have the right to have his name on your tongue." I seethed.

Jay grabbed the collar of my shirt, lifting me up quickly. My head was still hurting so when I got up so quickly my head started to ache. Jay pulled his arm back and his fist made hard contact with my face. My head swiveled to the left and I stumbled back. Before I could even comprehend what do next, Jay's boot kicked me to the ground. It was true I was seeing stars.

"Make up my bed traitor." Jay said, stepping over me.

After everyone had left I curled up on the cold stone floor and cried. I should've never left. I should've never let Poe in so easily. I should have never fallen in love. I let him distract me. I let my love for him distract me from what was important.

Although no matter how hard I tried I couldn't stay angry or mad at Poe. I still loved him. And I missed him. I missed his curly dark brown hair. I missed his touch. I missed the feel of his lips against mine. I missed his charismatic, fun personality. But most of all. I missed his eyes. I missed staring into them before I went to sleep and in the morning and pretty much all day.

I also missed his sweatshirt. His sweatshirt was warm and cozy and it smelled like him. It was like carrying around a travel sized Poe with me. I'm glad I left it with him. If I ever get the chance to see him again and make amends, then maybe I can wear it again.