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"And here is the bathroom… in it you'll find a shower, spa bath - which can only be used in the most rarest of circumstances, mind you - shampoo, conditioner and basically any basic hair products like gel or wax. There is a drawer for each person. Yours is the bottom one. It's empty at the moment, but we'll fill it soon."

Anakin glanced wide-eyed around the room. He'd never seen such a big bathroom! And it was so clean! The floors sparkled. He briefly compared what was before him with his bathroom at his parents house.

There had been a dingy, mouldy shower in one corner, a cockroach infestation in another corner, and a damaged, un-flushable toilet behind the door. He hadn't gone in there much. If he needed a number 1, he just walked over to the pile of dirt and weeds his parents called a garden, and if he needed a number 2, he would either find a public restroom, or go to a friend's place. He was always at friend's places..

"Who's bathroom is it?" His voice barely above a whisper. He could never imagine having use of such a nice room.

Owen shot him an incredulous look. "Well, considering you have your own drawer and I just showed you where the bathroom was, I'm pretty sure it's everyone's to use. Unless, of course you would rather a bucket?" Owen's eyes twinkled with amusement. He didn't realise how close his joke had come to home. Anakin quickly looked away and shook his head, staring at the ground.

Owen seemed to realise he had hurt Anakin and his laughter quickly died away.

"Okay, let me show you your room." Anakin looked up quickly. Hold up. His own room? He'd never had a room to himself before. Mum and Dad always used to rent what-could-be-his-room out for people wanting to shoot drugs or have sex with some pretty young lady they met in a pub and drugged. Sometimes they even used to store young girls in there before they were sold off to rich, old perverts.
"Welcome to your bedroom," Owen dramatically stood to the side of the door with both arms gesturing towards the entrance, ushering Anakin in.

Anakin stopped in the doorway. He was too busy staring at all the space that was now his. He didn't hear Shmi come up the stairs and quietly tell Owen she'd take over the tour. He jumped when she spoke.

" I know it's not much, and it's a bit bare, but we thought that maybe you'd like to design your room. I'll take you out shopping tonight – the shops are open late tonight. What do you think?" She beamed at him. Anakin looked down at the floor and shrugged.

The (massive, Anakin thought) room had light grey walls – not too grey… seemingly just the right shade to make him feel safe and… relaxed? I can't remember the last time I felt relaxed. In the middle of the room, against the wall was a luxury queen-size bed, complete with… No sheets? No blankets or pillows? Anakin had never seen such a nice bed. He heard Shmi come to stand behind him.

"I didn't want to make the bed with a blanket you didn't like, so I've left that, as well as curtains, pictures and clothes. I took a look over your clothes and you barely have a change of clothes for a week!"

Anakin gave a small smile as he glanced around the room. It's mine. It's all mine.

-

The novelty of a new room had worn off 4 hours later, Anakin decided as he shuffled tiredly down the aisles in the giant department store. They had filled nearly three trollies with stuff for Anakin's room. Owen and Cliegg seemed to share his fatigue. They each pushed a full trolley slowly, following the never-tiring Shmi as she pulled item after item off the shelf and basically forced Anakin to want it.

Anakin had had no idea what he wanted when they got to the department store three hours earlier, so Shmi had asked an employee to 'give them a tour' of the store, so that Anakin could get an idea of what he had to choose from. Half an hour later, Anakin had decided that his favourite mix of colours were black, grey and white. As soon as he had reluctantly mouthed those word, Shmi had sprung into action, and seemingly every poster, bedspread, quilt, curtain and accessory that was either black, grey or white was thrown into a trolley. Or two. Or three, Anakin thought ruefully.

Finally, Shmi decided that they had enough accessories, and turned to the three tired men.

"Alright, I think we're done. We'll move everything to the car and…" Cliegg, Owen and Anakin all let out a huge sigh of relief and began to walk towards the checkouts.

"…move onto some clothing stores." Shmi finished, a cheeky smile on her face. The three men chorused their disgust as their energetic strides faltered.

-

That night, as Anakin lay on hissoft mattress, arms and legs splayed widely across the surface, he couldn't help but cry. Why… how…what had he done to deserve such a good family? Why did they care so much?

He sat up, and looked around the room, eyeing every accessory they had bought for him that day. He eyed the bags and bags of clothes that were sitting in front of his walk-in-wardrobe. He had been calculating in his head how much they had spent, and he lost count at 2 grand. No-one had ever cared for him this much before. Well, that wasn't hard, but still. It meant so much to him.

Anakin turned quickly to his left, and gave a small yelp of pain as his right shoulder cried out. He held it until it stopped throbbing so much.

His shoulder always hurt. It had always hurt after his dad had thrown him against the TV cabinet that one time. It had swollen to almost double, and even after the swelling went down, he couldn't use his shoulder properly, and it hurt like hell whenever he tried to move it too fast.
He shrugged off the pain and rolled onto his good side to sleep, vaguely noticing that he could use a clock. He really wanted to know what the time was.

It mustn't have been too late because about five minutes later, the door cracked open to reveal Shmi, still fully dressed. In her arms, Anakin saw more clothes. They were either blue, white or grey, and they looked extremely uncomfortable.

Anakin tensed. He knew those clothes, and he knew where they came from. He quickly rolled onto his bad shoulder, biting his tongue to stop himself hissing in pain.

Shmi turned on the light and whispered his name. When he didn't respond, she came over and gently shook his good shoulder. Unfortunately, this made his right shoulder scream in pain. He cried out, jerking away from Shmi and rolling onto his back.

Shmi flinched, and moved her hand away. She looked at him with concern. Anakin cursed under his breath. Now she was going to make him go to a doctor. But Shmi had misinterpreted his cry, and thought that he was scared.

Shmi gently placed the clothing in the black computer desk across the room without a word, gave him a small smile and walked out of the room.

Puzzled, Anakin stared at the ceiling until sleep overtook him.

-

The next morning, Anakin awoke to the sound of an alarm clock. An alarm clock? When did I pick that out?

He groggily lifted his head off his pillow and fumbled around, groping for the alarm that he knew was somewhere around there. Finally, he switched it off, and tumbled off his bed onto the floor, with a hard THUD. Groaning in pain, and holding his shoulder, he sat up and leaned against the bed.

Sighing, Anakin decided he wanted a shower. He hadn't had one in a week or so, and was beginning to smell just a little. He crawled over to the bags of clothes and dug through them until he found some comfortable looking ones. He pulled open his 'linen' cupboard (as Shmi had called it) and found a towel.

He happened to glance down at the edge and was startled to see his name had been embroidered into the towel. He quickly searched the other towels and found that they all held his name in a red thread. He fingered the fabric, running his hand over the name. He couldn't believe that in just one day, he went from being a nobody – a drug deal and smuggler's son – to the foster child of a seemingly rich and loving family.

After neatly re-arranging the towels, Anakin headed down the hall to the bathroom. He wasn't sure whether he was meant to ask, and stood outside the doorway awkwardly until Owen came down the hall, fumbling with a little bit of wire. Anakin noted ruefully that Owen's face was starting to sport a pretty large bruise from yesterday's beating.

Anakin was still pretty impressed about Owen being able to just shrug off the hit yesterday to dis-arm him, and he decided to ask him.

"Hey.. Owen?" Owen looked up in surprise, noticing Anakin for the first time.

"Yeah?" He sounded a bit distracted.

"Um… I was kind of wondering… yesterday, when I hit you… how were you able to… I don't know, stay awake?"

Owen stopped fiddling with the wire and put it in his pocket carefully.

"That's… kind of a long story." For the first time since Anakin met Owen, he seemed anxious. Anakin avoided eye contact and nodded his head in understanding.

"It's okay. You don't need to tell me. I was just wondering." Anakin turned to walk into the bathroom.

"No, wait. It's okay. I'm not really Shmi and Cliegg's son… They adopted me eight years ago, when I was 12." Anakin's eyes grew wide with surprise.

"But I thought?..." Anakin stopped, realising that he didn't know what he thought.

"Before that, I lived in a home with some pretty crappy excuses for foster parents. For five years, they beat me, mostly around my face. You can't really notice because of some amazing treatments that Cliegg and Shmi paid for, but there's enough scar tissue on my face for me not to feel things entirely. See?" Owen flicked the bruise on his face. "I can't feel this."

Anakin suddenly saw that Owen had a lot in common with him. Owen had obviously suffered much worse. Anakin suddenly felt weak whining about his shoulder. He could live with a sore shoulder if Owen had lived with beatings he now wore as scars.

Anakin walked into the bathroom, and had his shower, his thoughts swirling around him in an out-of-control spiral.

I am so sorry to those I told I was introducing Obi-Wan this chapter! I promise he'll come in next chapter. I just wanted to introduce Anakin completely first, as well as get some insite into Owen!
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