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Chapter 2:

My father stared at me, daggers coming out of his eyes. I was the one person he despised the most. I thought Jabba was bad. No one interrupts my father in his study. That was the one rule growin' up. We looked at each other for a few minutes, both rememberin' the last time we saw each other.

Flashback:

I came home late one night, hoping my father had long since gone to bed. I was wrong. Dad was up waiting for me and he wasn't happy.

"You're late."

"I'm 19. Why do I need a curfew?"

"Because you live under my roof. You've got six year old siblings that look up to you. I won't have you running around causing hell."

"Causing hell? What hell?" I said. "Is that what you think I do?"

"Have you been drinking, boy?" I turned away. I knew he could smell the alcohol on my breath. He always could. It was like he had radar or somethin'. He grabbed my shoulders and spun me around. "Answer me." Then he punched me. I placed my hand against my cheek.

"I told you to stop that. If your mother ever found out about your partying she would be devastated." I half laughed.

"Not half as devastated as she would be if she ever found out what you do to me."

"I told you she will never find out." He hit me again. "I want you out of my house by the time everyone wakes up."

"And if I don't."

"I'll make you leave." He said glaring at me. "And don't and don't even think about saying goodbye to anyone. Not even your twins. And don't even think about coming back." I stormed up to my room and slammed the door. No one knew he hit me except my two twin brothers, Wyatt and Sam. Yes, I'm a triplet. We were identical except Wyatt and Sam were older. I grabbed my bag and started throwin' everything I owned in it. Wyatt woke up.

"Han?" He said. "What's going on?"

"I'm leavin'."

"Why?"

"I can't live with him anymore."

"Han." He flicked on the light. He saw the bruises. "He did it again?"

"Look he's kickin' me out. I have to be gone by mornin'. I'm not supposed to talk to anybody."

"Well, hold on. We'll come with you."

"No! You can't do that to mom. She'll need you. You have to help with Jamie and Jovi." I said. I hugged him. "I'll write."

"Good luck!" That was the last thing he ever said to me.

End Flashback

Dad finally spoke. "What the hell are you doing here? What part of don't come back don't you understand?"

"You think I'm here by choice. I didn't have a choice. My ship needs to be fixed."

"What do you want?"

"How dare you tell them that I ran away? They deserve to know the truth."

"What truth?"

"The truth about what you used to do to me."

"You won't tell them."

"You don't know me or what I'm capable of." I said. "I noticed a bruise on Jamie. You hittin' him now too?"

"Maybe."

"You son of a bitch. I won't let you ruin him like you did me." I walked out the office door and down the stairs. He followed me. He threw me against the counter, not carin' who saw this time. My mother's jaw hit the floor. My sister screamed. Jamie, Jovi, Sam and Wyatt stopped in the door way. Leia, Luke, and Chewie came running out.

"You won't tell a soul what I did to you."

"Too late dad. Everybody can see what you used to do to me. You really think I'm afraid of you. I rescued the Princess. I faced storm troopers. I've ran from one end of this galaxy to the other. My time out on the street, where you put me, has toughened me up. Did I also mention that I helped destroy the death star and my best friend is a wookiee."

"You think you're so tough just because you single handedly destroyed the death star?"

"It's not wise to piss off a wookiee."

"Yea why's that?"

"Cause they're not knowin' for being too kind to humans." Chewie spotted him hurting me and ran up to try and help. "No, Chewie!"

"Arrrggh Arrgh arrgh arrgh. But he's hurting you, kid."

"I'm fine, pal."

"Arrrgh argh arrrgh arrrgh…No you're not."

"I can take care of myself."

"What's it saying?"

"He's sayin' how he wants to kill you if you don't let me go." I said. "I'm not sure how long I can keep him off of you. He's very determined." My father let me up. I rubbed my neck. My mother came up. She stared at my father.

"You kicked him out? You told us he ran away? And you hit him?"

"He was a bad influence on Jamie."

"So you kicked him out and beat him." She turned to me and put a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"He wouldn't let me. Said he would hurt you if I did. I couldn't let that happen."

"I thought it was the only way to get him to stop drinking."

"He was a teenager." My mom said. "Look can we just please get through the holiday."

"Not with him here." Dad said walking away. I walked out the other door. Leia came after me. Wyatt and Sam were after her followed by the twins.

They found me at the Falcon. There was work to be doing and workin' on the Falcon helps me sort out my issues. I was working on the engine.

"Why didn't you tell me about your past?" She asked.

"Not really somethin' I like talkin' about Princess."

"I gathered that. So what are you going to do? Run like always?"

"It's worked for me so far."

"I thought the ship was broken."

"I can repair it. It shouldn't take too long."

"What about in the meantime?"

"I don't plan that far ahead."

"This is one fight you can't run from, nerf herder."

"Yea why's that?"

"Think about your brother and your sister."

"Look Princess. I don't need you to tell me how to handle this situation."

"I think you do. After everything we've been through, you haven't learned a thing have you?"

"Of course I have. The only person you can count on is you."

"Oh really. If that were true, I wouldn't have needed you to come rescue me."

"She's right, ya know." Wyatt said. "Something needs to be done. The twins are not safe."

"Don't you think I know that?"

"You know what you've gotta do." Leia said.

"Yea. I guess." I smiled at Leia. "Do you always have to do things the hard way?" I kissed her. We headed back to the house. The droids stayed at the ship.