Secrets

Ezra pt 2

Ezra's POV

"Your still a little slave boy." Jax hissed.

"Slave boy? What's he talking about, Ezra?" Kanan asked.

"They don't know?" Scar asked surprised.

"Don't act like your surprised, Scar! You know I don't talk about that." I growled lowly.

"Ezra, what is going on here?! Tell us right this instant!" Hera commanded.

"I'm assuming they don't know about your original roots, your past training, how you were abused or that tattoo on your back." Jax smirked.

"Tattoo?" Zeb mumbled.

"Training?" Kanan asked.

"Abuse?" Hera quizzed.

"Original roots?" Chopper beeped.

"Let the kid go! He has a lot of explaining to do for his crew." Scar told Jax as him and his goons left.

"What were they talking about?" Hera asked.

"I was a slave okay!" I shouted. "I was beaten by my mother and my brother, I'm not from Lothal, I was training to be an assassin and I was a slave!" I shouted.

"Ezra-." Kanan started but I cut him off.

"I didn't want the tattoo! I was held down as they did that to me!" I told them sitting down against the alley's wall.

"We aren't mad, Ezra." Hera soothed sitting by me.

"Yeah kid." Kanan agreed.

"Can I see that tattoo though?" Zeb asked.

"Zeb!" Kanan and Hera scolded.

"It's fine." I said then took off my shirt, I turned my back to them and heard gasp. Guilt washes over me as I felt Hera's fingers trace the design.

"Dang, kid!" Zeb said.

"I had no choice." I whimpered. I put my shirt back on then stood up with Kanan and Hera.

"Why didn't you tell us." Kanan asked.

"I didn't want to be judged." I explained.

"You said your parents were good people." Hera soothed.

"I spoke highly of my father. My mother beat me and my big brother flat out abused me." I said.

"What about your past training as an assassin." Kanan asked.

"Once my mom knew I was force sensitive, she thought I needed to use it for our family's honor. She signed me up for it then sent me there the next morning." I told them.

"Ezra, we are so sorry." Hera said and hugged me tightly. I leaned into the embrace and thought of my father.

"Let's head back to the Ghost before it gets dark." Kanan said. The walk back I stayed quiet, they were not supposed to find out about me being a slave, abused, having a tattoo or that I was an assassin.

Time skip

I was walking to my tower alone it was dark, cold and soothing. I made it to the foot of my tower and went up the elevator. I walked inside and grabbed my Dad's Mandalorian helmet. I put my forehead on the forehead of the helmet. I'm Clan Bridger House Jansen. (That was 100% a random house name lol.)

I grabbed my dad's gray armor and got some dark blue paint.

"Let's get to work." I said.
________________________

          Till next time Emily out.