Photographic Illustrator (Kylux AU)

Feelings

"Ren, wake up!" I woke to someone shaking me. I groaned and looked around.
"Whaaaaattt...?" I groaned, spotting Hux. Hux sat on the edge of the bed. He was blushing brilliantly.
"You were...screaming in your sleep..." He whispered. He looked very uncomfortable. He crossed his arms over his chest, rubbing his biceps, which were exposed by his tank top.
I felt myself blush. "I-I was? W-what's was I saying?"
He looked down. "I couldn't understand most if it..but. you were saying..something about your dad...telling him to stop I think...look...I know I'm not really...erhm talkative or... whatever..but if you want to talk about it... go ahead..."
I was about to shake my head when it just all came pouring out. "My dad... He was a good guy... He was...well he wasn't a cop, but he was as close as you could get to one without actually being one....he met my mom when he beat the shit out of someone who was trying to mug her...he was best friends with my Uncle Luke too...but things changed. After I was born...my mom kept getting miscarriages. And then Uncle Luke went missing... His cat Artoo died, and dad started to drink. As the days went on he kept coming home drunk...he'd hit mom...he'd hit me...he'd hit Chewie, our dog...And then
...one day...I had a uh... A guy over and we were...well, we were kind of making out...and Dad walked into my room...and he saw us...and he started hitting me. Poe ran out- that's the guy I was with- and Dad started hitting me. He was beating me up...really bad...and then he pulled out a knife. I kept telling him to stop, but he wouldn't. He started to try to stab me but I kept holding him back. It was getting really close...and then suddenly, all his strength just gave out...mine didn't...the knife went straight into his heart...he died in seconds." I bit my lip and tried to stop the tears coming down my face.
Hux sat there for a second. "That really...well... There's honestly no other way to say it...that really fucking sucks." He looked down at his hands and sighed.
"I'm sorry life sucked for you...I can't say I understand...I grew up well... Always had money...no family issues...I was lucky I guess. I always thought life was hard for me because...well...because Dad wouldn't buy me that expensive car, or he wouldn't let me spend two thousand dollars on a camera...but...well....I feel very selfish now. I- I'm here if you ever need to talk again..." He stood stiffly and went back to his bed.
I blushed and hid my face in my pillow. My heart was warmed. Warmer than it had been in a while...I smiled and yawned, quickly falling back to sleep. That was the day I developed feelings for my roommate.