Anakin stumbled across the room with the best composure he could manage at the time. He was right next to the group of senators when Padme some how managed to excuse herself from the group and was now right in front of him.
"Hey Angel….I was just coming…" Padme cut him off.
"Just coming to what? Make a fool of yourself?? Anakin your drunk…you need to go home and sleep it off….maybe tomorrow we can talk."
Anakin scrunched his eyes in Anger. " who are you my mother….I'm 20 years old I don't need to be told what to do." Anakin stated loudly.
Padme looked back to the group of senators who were completely oblivious to anyone outside the conversation. Padme turned back to Anakin.
"I never said I was Ani…"
"Anakin." He stated firmly.
"Anakin, but you need to understand the consequences to your actions…..Do you want to come over and start a fight for something so trivial."
Anakin stared at her in disbelief. " I wasn't coming over to start a fight. I was coming over to end the charade."
"What charade??"
"The little act with your friends over their. We both know half the things you laughed at weren't fun and you don't really share any of their view points. Why are you over there being something that your not???" Anakin asked in seriousness.
"I'm not pretending anything, I'm trying to support my Fiancé."
Anakin's face settled and a minute later he was calm. "If that was you over there five minutes ago, I don't know you." Anakin said a tear streaming down his cheek. Anakin turned to walk out before stopping himself to face Padme once again.
"If I were going to start a fight, I wouldn't be over something so trivial. It would be over you and in my book ……… your worth it." With that he turned and left Padme bewildered and saddened. Most of all Hurt.
Outside the Club
Anakin headed back to his flat. Thinking that having bought a flat on Courasant so he could see Padme more was some what a waste. In his heart he didn't mean it. Padme was worth any amount of pain no matter how much it hurt right now. Walking back Anakin now had enough sense to realize he was being followed.
"Who's there?" Anakin yelled as loud as he could. No answer. " Hello!." He called out again but no reply. Anakin continued on to flat still aware of the presence.
"Hey their ." He heard from a talk dark changeling stepping out of the shadows.
Anakin placed his right foot in front of himself defensively. " why are you following me?" Anakin asked coldly.
The man Snickered at him. " Because street rats and upper class don't mix."
Before Anakin could retort two men from each side of him grabbed his arms holding him still while the changeling and another man in a dark hooded cloak began hitting him with such might that blood was already pouring out of his face alone. Anakin mustered all his might to ignore the pain for a second…just enough time to send the changeling fling against the wall and into a near by garbage bin. The others kept beating him mercilessly. He tried to reach into the force one more time but one of the men grabbed his blaster and quickly knocked Anakin over the head with it. The changeling was able to free himself from the garbage bin and jump back onto the darkened street.
"Lift him up boys." He ordered angrily.
He grabbed a fistful of Anakin's semi-long hair and pulled back harshly causing Anakin to whimper in pain.
"Remember boy……your not good enough for her. Street Rat." While still standing the changeling managed to get in a final hit to Anakin's face. Causing him to fall onto his back. The last thing Anakin heard was the laughter of those who had just attacked him. And his own heart crushing in realization that it was true. She was to good for him.
