Disclaimer: (sigh) I don't even know where to begin…I do not own Boba, or Jango, or Zam, or the Kamino's, or anything…except for Kish Tyres (yay! I own at least someone, thank god) ;P
The last chapter helped me to develop all of the main characters of my story a little bit more so I thought that was great :) I think this chapter will be the shortest out of all of them, but let's see shall we?
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Boba found himself being plagued by the same dreams over and over again. He mostly dreamt of demons that screeched and screamed at him, trying to catch him and tear him apart and then some of his dreams would be about his father, protecting him from the darkness of the shadows, providing security from the evil. And then there would be the dreams about Kish.
She would be standing in front of him and he would be trying to get to her, to wrap his arms around her and hold himself against her warmth, but every time he took a step towards her she would seem to be further away. Her deep blue eyes watched him as he ran forward hoping that he would catch her but then she would disappear into the distance leaving him alone again in the dark. That was when the demons would return and pull him into their midst. He would try to scream but they gagged his mouth with a filthy rag and then they would shove him down against the ground and slowly suffocate him under their bodies. Sometimes the dream would change and he would find himself standing over his father's bed while Jango pleasured Zam. She would be moaning in delight at his attention then suddenly her form shifted and Zam turned into Kish. Boba would stare down at them in shock, their sweat glistening bodies moving in a fluid dance beneath the sheets, their moans echoing off the far corners of his mind. In the dream he would become enraged and try to shove his father off of her but then the dream would shift again, his father and Kish fading away, and his attackers would be there, pinning him between themselves, their hands roughly moving over his entire body while they ground their arousal against him. He would wake up at this point, gasping for air, his heartbeat rapid within his chest.
After one such dream Boba found that he couldn't get back to sleep. A streak of lightning flashed across the sky and was followed by a loud clap of thunder. He rolled his head to the side and watched the rain pounding against his window. His sheets had twisted around his legs while he had thrashed about in his bed from the nightmare, and he kicked them angrily off to the floor and lay back against the pillows. How much longer would he have to go through this torture? He had thought that after the conversation with Kish and then the one with his dad would free him from the monsters of his attack, but they remained within him as if they had latched onto his inner self and would never let go. It was becoming harder and harder to remain looking calm and alright around his father, when really all he wanted to do was to be swallowed up by the ground and never have to face the shame or pain again. However since it was highly unlikely that the ground would suddenly swallow him he wondered what he could do about his situation. Acceptance of the matter seemed like the most adult thing to do, acceptance of the fact that he had been sexually assaulted and almost raped by two very large and vicious men who would have most likely carved him up afterwards and left him to die; his blood staining the dirt of the alleyway, mixed in with the juices of the men's sexual release.
Boba rolled onto his side and clutched at his stomach as bile rose in his throat. He counted slowly to ten, taking slow deep breaths as the panic attack swept over him, and soon it was gone as quickly as it had started. He carefully sat up making sure that he wasn't going to be sick and went over to the full length mirror in his room. The lightning outside made the room lit up enough that he could see his reflection. Brown eyes stared back at him. Dark circles had formed under them from the lack of sleep during the past few nights and even though most of his wounds had almost healed completely the bruises were still faintly visible. His hand ran over his white t-shirt, the pressure of his fingertips sending small tremors of pain to his brain as they passed over the tender areas on his body. He gripped the edge of the shirt and pulled it off of him, leaving him clad in only his boxers. His eyes roamed down his naked chest following the marks of the bruises, which seemed to cover almost every inch of his flesh. He turned around and saw more on the backs of his thighs and he followed them up until they became hidden by the material of the boxers. His shoulders slumped and he stared down at the floor. Everywhere he looked there were reminders of what had happened; he just couldn't seem to get away from it.
Boba put back on his shirt and quietly slid open his bedroom door. The main room of the apartment was dark and empty since his father had retired hours ago. He tiptoed over to the refresher, not wanting to wake Jango and locked himself in it. The lights flickered on and Boba looked into the mirror hanging on the wall, now able to see his reflection a lot clearer. He moved aside the hair covering his forehead and traced the small white scar that permanently ran just below his hairline. He frowned and turned on the tap and cupped his hands under the warm running water. He splashed the water over his face, rubbing his fingers against the scar, hoping that he could somehow wash it away. After a few minutes he stared again at his reflection, the scar still marked his skin and now the front pieces of his dark hair were wet. Small droplets of water fell off the strands and hit the water in the sink, the sound they made vibrated through the still air. Time suddenly seemed to slow down, the falling drops taking an eternity to hit the surface of the sink. Boba leaned in closer to the mirror, his breathing echoing in his ears, as he looked into his eyes. The water turned red as blood now fell from him, the drops being engulfed as they hit, the sound growing louder. Boba started shaking, his eyes had grown entirely pitch black, looking like two dark caverns within his face, caverns that held the demons…
Boba jerked as he came out of the illusion. He looked down at the sink to see that the water was as clear as it had always been, no blood staining its purity. He quickly glanced in the mirror again to see that his eyes had returned to their normal brown colour. His hands gripped the edge of the sink and he slowly let go, flexing them while giving himself a mental shake. What the hell had that been?
He sighed and turned off the lights and opened the door. He was about to go back to his room when the figure of his father stepped out of the shadows.
Boba noticed the small amount of fear in Jango's eyes and realized that his father had just woken up from sleeping, most likely hearing him moving around and had thought that he had been in trouble or sick again. He stood in the middle of the room wearing only soft black pants. His hair and the material of the pants were rumbled.
"Are you alright Boba?" Jango asked softly, looking over his son.
Boba nodded,
"I just couldn't sleep so I got a drink of water," he lied.
Jango knew that he wasn't telling the truth but didn't pressure his son to reveal what he really had been doing. Instead he walked over to a cupboard and pulled down two packages of Alderaan herb leaves. He pressed a button on a wall panel, which turned on the boiler then sat down at the table. Boba joined him, knowing that the herbs would help to make him tired and he welcomed the thought of sleep. He wondered briefly why his father was preparing a cup for himself.
"Dad?"
Jango cleared his throat and looked at Boba.
"Can I ask you something?"
"About what?"
Boba hesitated,
"Kish."
His father rubbed his eyes and yawned tiredly.
"Go ahead."
"How old is she?"
"I don't know, Boba," he replied. "Older than me though, that I'm sure of."
This startled Boba for Jango was around thirty seven years old.
"But…she looks as if she's only twenty at the very most," he said.
"That's because she's not human," his father answered.
"She isn't?"
Jango shook his head.
"Oh." He didn't know why he was so surprised by the news since he had gone through the same thing before when he found out that Zam was in fact a Clawdite.
"What is she then?"
"I don't know. She's never told me and I don't intend to pry into her business."
A beeping came from the boiler and Jango stood up and went to make the herb drinks. Boba's mind was overloading with questions that he wanted to ask his father but didn't know how many he could without Jango becoming irritated at his prying. He knew that he could always ask Kish but deep inside there was a nagging feeling that told him to keep quiet around her, for there was something about her that made it seem as if she was hiding herself from others for a purpose. He frowned; this was going nowhere.
Jango returned and placed a cup of dark purple liquid in front of Boba. Boba grasped the cup and his image could be seen on its surface and he gently swirled it making it disappear within the ripples.
"Do you like Kish, dad?" he asked softly.
Jango was quiet for a few moments.
"It's hard to explain the relationship I have with her. I trust her with my life and yet there's something about her that I just don't understand..." Jango trailed off as he took a large mouthful of his drink, wondering if was the liquid and the tiredness he felt, that was making his tongue looser than normal.
Boba had been hoping for a yes or no answer and sighed, still not knowing if his father had any feelings for Kish that were just like the ones he also had for Zam. Boba hoped not.
He felt his eyes grow heavy and he started to find that it was hard to concentrate on drinking. Jango noticed this and set his cup to the side and went over to Boba.
"It's time for bed."
Boba nodded and stood up groggily, his father's arm under his helping to support him as they went back into his room. He collapsed on top of his bed and Jango replaced the blankets overtop of him as he closed his eyes with a content sigh. Jango left, going back to his own bed and as Boba drifted off to sleep Kish's voice echoed softly through his mind, "and the pain will just grow, consuming you. I know what it's like…".
***Ohhhh, what did Kish mean when she said that?!?...Do you want to know? Hehehe well, you'll just have to keep reading to find out. Don't worry; I reveal a small tidbit of it in the next chapter. Also does Jango have a thing for Kish? They have known each other for a long time so maybe romance is there…and how does Zam feel about Kish, or does she even know?...Hmmm, so many questions, so many more chapters to come :) This chapter was another one that I found hard to write…