[o4] anger management problem

And you know what I'm thinking without ever letting on
And oh, I like the feeling, I like the feeling

(Tanlines)

[Kylo Ren]

At least he can't say that he hasn't tried – he has, so hard. He has tried to keep this an interrogation only -too bad he has failed. Then, he has tried to keep this a mind challenge only - too bad he has failed, again.

– that you will never be as strong as Darth Vader.

Her words affect him like the worst poison he can ever imagine, and now surrendering to anger doesn't feel like a failure to him at all – it's almost a relief, as if he has desired nothing but this from the very first moment he has seen her fidgeting in her restraints.

She has used the Force, this he can't deny – but now he can see her collapsing down in front of him. Although seeing her fall on the metallic flooring could be somewhat satisfactory, he's not going to let it happen.

He reaches for Rey in a dash – there are no hesitations this time, no light touches, not anymore. He let his hands crush on her shoulders brutally, his fingers dig in the fabric of her vest.

-never be as strong as Darth Vader.

He smashes her against one of the walls, completely uncaring of the fact that random buttons are pushed in the process and the blue flickering screen behind her suddenly shows the infinite star-studded galaxy outside – the only noise that reaches his ears is not the digital one, but the moan that escapes her lips as her face contracts in a grimace of surprise and pain.

"Who?" he asks, high pitched voice near her ear, to then draw back and look at her face again.

He lowers his head just for a second, and he sees her feet hovering into the air - his hands on her vest are still the only thing keeping her pinned on the wall. She can't fight him back, she has no hope to break free from his grip – yet her hands reach stubbornly for the black vest around his neck too, her pointy elbows stinging on his chest in her desperate attempt to shove him away.

"Who is your Master?" he ends his question as he realizes the rage is overwhelming him so much that he's not even trying to break into her mind again.

It's not just that – you're scared. You're scared she'll push you out again.

The thought sends a jolt through his body and once again he gives in to it, removing her from the wall just to smash her on the perpendicular one, even more violently than the first time.

The pain must hit her sharply because one of her hands falls from his collar. The other one resists firmly, though, and he looks intensively at it – pale, small.

And he wonders-

Are you satisfied with this? Are you?

He doesn't know.

[Rey]

She knew this was going to happen – the whole time she has sensed the rage running under his skin. Too bad that foreseeing it doesn't make it less awful and disgusting, and the brutality he used to throw her to the wall still manages to surprise her.

She's used to body fight - much more than she's used to mind one. At least it's something that it's not completely new to her – she's ended up in several brawls to catch the best piece during her life as a scavenger.

Yet this does hurt – so badly.

She doesn't know if it's just because she's exhausted, because he's far more strong than his thinness gives away, because of the metallic lever that hits a critical spot on her back during the second shove – but the pain is so intense that she can see black spots flickering behind her eyes and blurring her view.

Finally being able to place her hands on him – an uncontrollable desire to vent her frustration – has given her little relief, plus now the pain makes her loosen her grip on him, black fabric slipping from her fingers.

This time, he wants an answer she doesn't even have.

As soon as the pain stab starts to flee away from her, returning her at least part of her lucidity, a smirk appears on her lips.

With her hand Rey reaches for his neck again – it takes her an excruciatingly long moment to gather enough strength to get there, to place her thumb on the base of his throat, to feel his blood shooting up the vein of his neck, the same way he's done with her before.

It'll be useless – she's not strong enough to remove him from her. But she wouldn't forgive herself if she didn't even try.

"You know it – you said it before," she replies, and she can feel his grip becoming less firm, even if it's just for a second. He's looking at her and she's looking back into his eyes. She's not afraid anymore, even if things are undoubtedly getting worse. "I am so lonely. I am alone. I have no one. I have no Master."

She's done.

Her fingers slip off his neck, her hands slide down his vest – and she realizes that just now, paradoxically, a knot has formed in her throat while hearing her own words.

[Kylo Ren]

Sarcasm it's the last thing he was expecting to hear from her – yet there it is. She's the one who's pinned to the wall, but with a single ironic sentence she's left him with no possibility to fight back.

His lips part in a nervous laugh – he knows his skin is burning under her fingertips, he knows he has lost again.

For a moment he doesn't change his position, but there's something wrong – there would be nothing soothing into smashing her somewhere for the third time, there would be nothing soothing into slapping her.

There would be nothing soothing into any anger burst he could imagine, and that scares him.

You should get help for your anger management problem sooner or later.

In that moment, of all things, one of the countless sneering sentences Hux has told him during the last months comes back to his mind.

The nervous smile is still frozen on his lips, but Rey's body is slipping out of his grip – he can feel the fabric of her vest sliding on her arms, he can feel the naked skin of her shoulder under his knuckles.

She's going to fall down – she will fall down, if he lets her go.

Let her go.

Again, he looks into her eyes and he can't tell what she's feeling – and that is so unnerving.

He'll have to report all this to Snoke, and he realizes he hasn't the faintest idea what the hell he's going to set up to make all this sound less shameful for him.

I have none.

Who does he have? What means Snoke to him? What means Han Solo?

Let her go.

He finally takes his hands off her, stepping just a small pace back – Rey doesn't lower her gaze, not even while collapsing on the floor. She just goes down on her knees, stumbling on his ankles, eventually hitting the metallic ground inches from his feet.

He looks down at her – at least now she's in the right place.

AN. So first added scene. What do you think? Does this look okay, flows with the rest of the movie? Once again people, I still have difficulties coping with all the followers this story has reached, I really thank you one by one :) PS. Did anyone see Adam Driver starring as UndercoverKylo in SNL? OMG, that was so funny. Can't help loving him XD

Have a great weekend,

S.