This Is a Life That You Can't Deny Us Now

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Author Disclaimer: This is an AU Reylo centered story with mature themes.

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Chapter Four: Truths are Revealed

Rey's breath caught, the memory Kylo had just shared with her was practically suffocating her. She is a Kenobi? Her true name was Kira Kenobi. How was this even possible? The only Kenobi she knew of was the one of the old legends whispered among the inhabitants of Jakku. Legends she had thought to be just stories until her run in with Finn at the Niima Outpost, where he informed her that the droid she had rescued from the Teedo contained a map that led to the whereabouts of the Luke Skywalker.

"Obi-Wan Kenobi was your grandfather, Rey."

"How is that possible?"

Nothing in the old stories had ever mentioned Obi-Wan having any children. Kylo Ren was leading her further down a path with each answer he provided her.

"There were many years between when your grandfather betrayed mine and when he met Luke. During that time, he sired a child with a woman who happens to have a remarkable resemblance to my own grandmother. That child was your mother, Mara Jade," Kylo answered.

Rey did not miss the contempt in Kylo's voice when he spoke of their grandfathers. He despised Obi-Wan Kenobi, that was evident in his tone. A thought entered Rey's mind, a thought that made her breath catch and her body stiffen at his touch. Kylo took notice of the sudden changes, how uncomfortable she became.

Had she been foolish enough to hand herself over to a man who planned to harm her, to avenge perceived transgressions committed by her grandfather against his own?

Kylo Ren grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around to face him, it was so sudden that Rey did not react until his nose was touching hers.

"I would never hurt you," Kylo raged.

He was furious at her, for thinking even for a moment that he would hurt her. But he was hurting her, his fingers were pressed deeply into the flesh of her arms, squeezing painfully. She would surely have marks from his hands where he was holding her.

His grip on her arms loosened and his face softened, but he did not release her. He held her steady, facing him and hissed, "You being here with me is not to harm you."

Rey was able to regain her bearings and countered, "Then why am I here, Kylo? Why did you bring me here after all this time? I know it's not only to teach me. I know it is not because of a long forgotten promise. So why?"

Kylo Ren inhaled a ragged breath, his nostrils flared and his hands tightened on her arms again. His face came even closer to hers, his lips were so close to hers that she could feel his words, the desperation in them, as he spoke them.

"Can't you see, Rey? You are supposed to be with me! It was our destiny that we find each other, that we be together! A destiny that exceeds back to our grandfathers. Everything that has taken place from then has happened so that we could be together, to be powerful together!"

Rey's mouth parted slightly, his confession stunning her. She needed to respond him, but her mind could not form anything coherent to say. She felt one of his hands let go of her shoulder and gently slide up her neck until it cupped the side of her face. She bit her bottom lip to contain the mew of contentment from passing, but her eyelids betrayed her and fluttered shut. She felt him move even closer, his body melding into hers, almost too perfectly despite their vast difference in size. He let out a sigh and she gasped, his lips were practically touching hers he was so close. If either of them moved their heads ever so slightly, their mouths would connect.

Rey didn't move, she stayed perfectly still except for her shallow breathing. Her heart was beating so violently in her chest that Kylo had to have felt it. She remained still, she would let him make the next move.

She felt Kylo's other hand trail up her neck like his other hand had and rest his long fingers along her cheek. His thumb brushed softly against her lower lip, her body involuntarily shuttering at the touch.

Rey thought about how large his hands were, they practically enveloped her entire face. For how large and calloused they were, his hands were so gentle on her skin. Rey wondered briefly how hands that committed such cruel and unfathomable acts could be so gentle to her.

The memory of Kylo Ren using his hands, the ones that were currently delicately cupping her face, to grasp his lightsaber, violently shoving it into Han Solo appeared.

Han Solo!

Rey heard herself scream, when she opened her eyes, Kylo Ren was no longer in front of her. Instead, he laid in a heap on the floor on the opposite side of the room. She must have used the force to push him away without even realizing it.

Rey watched as Kylo Ren pushed himself off the floor. His back was to her when he stood, but she could feel the anger rolling off of him. His body was tight and his fists clenched tightly at his side. He let out an enraged yell before he proceeded to violently start tearing the room apart.

There it was, the rage, the hatred and fury that was Kylo Ren. As strong as Rey was, how brave, she still had the survival instincts to hide from a larger and angrier predator. She sunk the floor and crawled over to the bed, sliding herself under it.

Objects flew around her, some from Kylo Ren using his hands to throw them, others from him using the force. Rey was terrified, she could only see so much of what was happening from her hiding place. She could hear it, though, the sounds of objects breaking, his animalistic yells.

Then suddenly, it stopped. The room was quiet and still, the only thing Rey could hear were her short breaths that she was trying to keep as silent as possible. She could not see Kylo's face, but knew he had not calmed down. She could still feel his anger through their bond, she wondered if he could feel her terror.

Rey saw him slowly start to walk towards the bed, the sound of each step he made with his heavy black boots echoed throughout the room. Each step caused her to panic more, she was trapped and could not flee.

Abruptly the scene changed, she was transported somewhere else, just like when she had placed her hand on Luke Skywalker's lightsaber the first time. She was still under a bed, but in a different room. She saw next to her, a young girl lying on her stomach, her body trembling and shaking as she cried. The girl, age five or so, was staring at the entrance of the room. She could see the girl was trying to be quiet, but her small cries could be heard. Rey could hear the sound of children screaming in the distance, the sounds of thumps hitting the floor.

Someone entered the room, the girl started to hyperventilate. Rey watched as someone with large black boots walked slowly into the room and towards the bed. The sounds of the footsteps echoed throughout the room, the floor creaked with each heavy step that fell. The footsteps stopped and whoever was in the room with them was standing directly in front of them. Rey heard the girl let out a small cry before placing her tiny hand over her mouth. She expected whoever was in the room with them to bend down and look under the bed, the person must have heard the cry.

Rey felt a warm wetness against the side of her arm. She looked over to see a pool of liquid on the floor next to them leading to the girl. The girl was so frightened that she had wet herself.

The black boots started to move away from the bed, the girl let out a tiny sigh before being dragged out from under the bed, a large black gloved hand clutching her ankle. The girl screamed and desperately clawed at the floor as she was pulled.

Rey cried out and reached to grab the girl's hand, but she screamed as she felt a hand wrap around her own ankle and start to forcibly drag her from under the bed as well.

The scene changed back, Rey was no longer in the dark room under the bed with the girl. Instead, she was back in Kylo Ren's room, face to face with him as he had just pulled her from underneath his bed.

Rey gasped for air, her body covered in sweat as she lay on the floor, trying to regain control over herself. She made no move to fight as Kylo picked her up and laid her on the bed.

He was being more gentle with her than she had expected, but she could see he was still upset. Had he seen what she had? Had he calmed down slightly because she was so terrified?

Kylo Ren hovered over her, his jaw clenched and his eyes wild. This was all her fault, she was such a fool. How could she have been so naive to willingly leave with this monster, she should have stayed on Jakku when she was given the choice.

He let out a cruel laugh and sneered, "Did you honestly believe I would have allowed you to remain on Jakku?"

Rey's cheeks flushed at his implication, if she had not come willingly with him he would have taken her anyway. How could she believe that someone who had been so cruel enough to murder his own father would have allowed her a choice of whether to go with him or not.

Kylo Ren's bared his teeth at her and snarled, "You…you and your love for Han Solo! You should not have love for him, you should have love for me! You barely even knew him and yet you prefer him to me!"

In the short time, she had been acquainted with Han Solo, she had come to adore him like a daughter would a father. She could not understand why Kylo Ren hated his father so much, but could see that hatred was intensified by her adoration for him.

"I'm the one who knows you, not him! He was weak and foolish and yet you wish you were with him instead of me! I have everything to offer you and yet you refuse me because of your love for him!"

Rey watched as Kylo pulled at his locks of her violently, as he took in deep and angry breaths. His chest heaved with each intake, she was unsure if he was trying to keep himself from lashing out at her.

He looked down at her, his face was more controlled, but his eyes were still wild with rage.

"We start your training tomorrow. Go to sleep," he ordered. Rey had no time to protest has everything blackened around her.