~Sweet dreams are made of this. Who am I to disagree? I travel the world And the seven seas,
Everybody's looking for something. Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be...
~Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? I travel the world And the seven seas, Everybody's looking for something.
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be abused.
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree? I travel the world And the seven seas Everybody's looking for something~
~~Sweet Dreams by Eurythmics
"I've had enough with you, Armitage! I'm not some commoditie you use to take your anger out on just because Kylo Ren pissed you off! You call me your "doll", but I'm more of a rag doll, being thrown around and abused by a 3 year old! I'm done with you! My first plan of action is getting as far from you as possible, and finding a man who will treat me right and not be such a bitch to beat up his significant other when he gets mad." I screamed at him as I headed out the door with my bags packed.
"Aria, wait! Please I'll change!" he cried after me, trying to block my way to the door. It opened and he scrambled to block my passage. "Hux, get out of my way." I growled, staring at him with the worst intentions. "Or else what?" he said. I put my bag down, cracked my knuckles, force choked him, and punched him so hard he flew backwards and hit the wall, slumping down. Picking up my bags, I walked out the cursed living spaces I had called home for the past year. I approached him, squatted down and took his chin in my hand. "So long, dearie" I cooed, kissed his cheek, then stood and gave him a swift kick to the face. "Don't ever talk to me again, and don't you DARE abuse another girl." I growled. He groaned.
~~~~Hold your head up Keep your head up, movin' on~~~
As I was making my way to the ship dock, Kylo Ren crossed my path, helmet on. I froze in my place and saluted him with my slightly bloodied hand. I felt his presence in the force, commanding and dominant.
As he approached me, he slowed down and circled me, taking off his helmet. "You're Hux's girl, why could you be departing?" he asked , looking down at me with his soulful brown eyes. The words escaped his full lips as his hair perfectly framed his beauty-marked face.
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Ren was a very handsome man, to say the least.
"I'm not his girl anymore, so I'm leaving" I stated.
"You two were so happy though, he was happy" he looked puzzled
"He was abusive. I had enough of his beatings so I returned the favor today and I'm leaving" I said, asserting myself.
I felt Kylo enter my mind, watching the event that happened 10 minuted ago unfold, along with my year of abuse by Hux.
"That's too bad he treated you like that. As an apology from the First Order, I will secure you a job here with good pay. You would never see Hux" He put his helmet back on.
"Thank you for your offer, Commander, but I really want to get away from him." I said. "Offer? It's an order, Ariana-Avril, follow me to my quarters until I can provide you a place to live for now." he somewhat chuckled.
As I walked down the halls with him, he broke our silence. "I sense you are with the force, you should learn to fight" he said. "Oh- I don't-" I started to speak but he turned his head to me, replying "That's another order".
I sighed to myself, sulking. I really wanted to get off the death star and go to Coruscant! Man was this a flop.
We entered Kylo's quarters and he sat me down on the couch, then telling me he would be back, exited. I looked around the big living space in awe from my nice seat on the black upholstered couch. I guess being the commander comes with its perks. Hux's quarters were about half the size of Kylo's. I thought I was living luxuriously with Armitage, but wow, was I wrong as I observed the larger than life paintings, huge kitchen and living room. I left what was behind the closed blaster doors to my imagination, probably it was the master bedroom and storage. I was sitting in the living room of the commander of the first order.
Two years ago I would've never imagined I could be living on the death star surrounded by first order officials treating me as somewhat equals.
