If Only I could See
Summary: When a young teenage girl escapes an abusing guardian, she struggles to build a new life. With the help of Anakin Skywalker, she overcomes many difficulties, including a forbidden love. Can she help Anakin when he needs it most?
Chapter 1
I mopped up my bloodied lip. Exil-Reytal came back drunk again. He was my mother's boyfriend, the last relationship she was in before death. Before my mother died, she used to always call me her angel she said I could fly away from all my problems by turning the other cheek. Well now, I get beaten because of her bad relationship. I know she's right, but what am I supposed to do when there are no more cheeks to turn?
"Leena, I'm not through with you." Exil-Reytal's angry voice called. I quickly locked the door, knowing it was only a temporary barrier.
"Don't you lock the fucking door!" he shouted, not quite there yet.
"Please leave me alone." I said.
"You bitch!" He yelled as the door was kicked in. "You locked the damn door!"
"I'm sorry!" I cried, sobbing. "Please don't hit me!"
"Don't tell me what to do!" He stripped off his utility belt, taking off the hilts for his tools. I knew what would happen next.
"Please no, I'm sorry."
"Shut up!"
"Don't hit me, please, I'm innocent, I didn't do anything."
"Shut up!"
"Don't!" I shrieked.
"I said Shut the fuck up!" The leather belt met with my already cruised back. I continued to cry as the burning, stinging sensation mixed all over my back and on my arms and shoulders. He started to relax, and hit less often after about five minutes. The blood was mixed in with my dark blond, almost brown hair. He started walking away, and I crawled near the window.
"Where are you going?" He asked, sounding almost sober. As if.
I stopped, and coughed, hacking up blood. Then, I continued my crawl to the nearest window.
"Where the hell are you going?" He said, the alcohol talking again.
"Away." I managed to say.
"Where's the fucking hell is that?"
"Somewhere where you won't find me." I coughed.
"Oh yeah? I'll kill you!" He screamed. A firm solid kick met with my stomach, and I flew out the glass window. "Shit." I heard him say.
I knew that death was probably the only way I would escape him, so I wasn't afraid. I waited for the painful end that I knew awaited me, but was met by a loud thud and a cushioned landing.
"Who are you?" A bearded man asked.
"Master, I think we should focus on catching Padme's assassin." A teenage boy, about my age replied.
"Anakin, a hardly conscious teenage just fell into our speeder from at least fifteen stories up and all you can think about is catching an assassin?" The man asked, astonished.
"Hey, look, he's going to come right under us!" The boy, Anakin, said eagerly, not listening. He stood up and jumped out of the speeder.
"Anakin!" The man looked over the side. "I hate it when he does that." He muttered. He turned to look at me, my bloodied body sprawled on the back seat.
"What happened to you?" He asked. "Who are you?"
"Leena." I coughed. "Leena Rin."
"Well, Leena, I'm going to call Captain Typho to pick you up..." He said. I was barely able to listen, everything was out of focus and blurring up, I couldn't breathe anymore. "Now, hold on one minute! I can't help you if you're unconscious in my back seat, oh here we go..." Was the last thing I heard before I blacked out.