OK, so, someone said that this Is like another fic. I read it, and trust me, it won't be. This is going to be completely different, and if you noticed, the title is "Abuse" not "Lothal High", meaning that it will be more set at home than school. I want to say thanks to cassturn93, who has given me ideas for this. I hope you can see where your ideas have been used! Disclaimer! I hope you enjoy the chapter!

Kanan

Bobba growls slightly, and I almost shrink down like I did when I was younger and he did that. When I was his foster kid. But I'm not anymore. I'm stronger now, and I live a different life. Not a life in which I live terrified of coming home. So I stand up taller and raise an eyebrow. I'm not scared. Or am I? Maybe I am. Maybe that's why my heart beats like lightening against my chest and I bite my lip uncertainly. Maybe that part of me hasn't changed.

"Pity." Bobba coo's sarcastically. "We always had so much fun together."I shake my head, but don't answer. Frowning, I spin on my heels. Spin around and walk away. I don't expect the grasping around my waist and the evil laughter next to my ear. I don't expect the bang of metal against my head. And I certainly don't expect to fall unconscious and be dragged inside. I swim between subconciousness and my mind wanders off to the "old days" the darker days, the days in which I was haunted by the shadow of Bobba Fett. The snide, snippy remarks, the unmerciful smacks and the terrible blackmails and threats.

I get a stinging slap across my face. "Next time, you won't tell anyone. Will you?" Bobba hisses. I shake my head and whimper, and he slaps me again. I stumble to the ground and look up, my lip trembling. Bobba grabs me by the cuff of my neck and pulls me up. "How many times?" He punches me squarely in the nose and blood gushes out. "Do I have to say to you?" He punches my jaw and I feel a crack. "To keep your fat trap shut?" He seizes the collar of my shirt and pulls me close to his face. "You ungrateful piece of filth." He throws me to the ground and I scream in pain. Bobba smiles in satisfaction and walks away and I stay on the ground, wishing it would just open and swallow me up.

I feel gentle slapping on my face and I groan. Everything hurts. The slapping gets harder and harder until I can feel my cheek swelling. I sit up and squint in the darkness and my heart sinks to the pit of my stomach. The Fifth brother's house. Bobba's face leans over me, smiling crookedly and I rub my head. He grabs my wrists and ties them together. My pupils narrow in shock and fear and my memory jogs back to the last time that ever happened to me. I really wish it was the last time.

I am weak. Bobba kicks my side and I gasp in pain and spit out blood. But I don't say anything, it's better to keep quiet and pretend nothing has happened with Bobba. He grasps my swollen, bloody wrists and ties them together, attaching the rope to a chain beside my bed so that I can't move. He slaps my face with the back of his hand mercilessly and closes the light. But before he leaves he says something, and his terrifying voice echoes through the room. "If only you had accepted earlier that you are past the point of escape and help." And my eyes brim with bitter tears. He's right. I'm never getting out.

I feel something being injected into my arm and I close my eyes, gritting my teeth. Bobba throws me to the ground and hisses in my ear. "You wanted to save your friend? How coincidental that I should give you the perfect opportunity." He giggles and bangs the door shut as he goes out. "You shouldn't have come here." I look around and see Ezra in the chair, staring at me with intense blue eyes. "You don't want to see The Fifth Brother and Bobba combined together. They make a deadly team." I look at my fingers and pretend not to hear. I can still see the blood soaking through the white shirt he is wearing. "What will they do to you now?" Ezra shrugs and looks down at the table, his fingers are shaking as he writes. "You should have told me." I say. Ezra shakes his head. "No." He says in a thick voice and I'm scared he might cry. "They'd hurt me so bad. I wouldn't be able to walk, once he broke one of my bones." He covers his face with his hands. I close my eyes. I'm about to say something when Bobba sticks his head through the door, a satisfied smile on his face.

"I hope you're ready." He says to me and Ezra. In his hand are two interrogation bracelets and my heart thumps wildly against my chest. I look over at Ezra and see his face go paper white. "You two boys won't know what hit you."

I hope this was good, I wrote it quite quickly. Remember to review and give me ideas, requests are nice!