Ok so this is the last chapter and I'm working on kanan's POV, I'm hoping to have the first chap up by next week. Hopefully. And sorry this took me so long and I have no excuse except I really wanted to do this right so I may or may not have been rehearsing this chapter in the shower with me playing the part of Ezra...and sometimes kanan...don't judge me...anyway, um...ahem...uh...on with it.

this chapter will have slight mention of rape. But nothing to grafic.

Hope you enjoy

EZRA POV

"Alright." If kanan was willing to tell me all this than its only fair I do the same. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, the pain of my whole life coming in one blow in my next word, that were barely above a whisper.

"It's wasn't my fault, I..I was just a child. I didn't know what was going on."

Kanan looked confused so I explained.

"When the imperials stared to figure out that my parents were the voices of hope things stared getting tense at home, and when things went wrong my dad would yell at me about nothing. Food got scares and when I ask for food he hit me, with a ruler on my left wrist. I...I didn't know that we were running out of food, i...I was only a child. I, I guess that's why when I learned they were dead i was so upset, I want to fix things with them, I know they loved me but I couldn't fight for myself, I wanted to make umends. But now I never will." I felt the feeling of tears wheling up again.

Kanan nodded and gestured for me to continue.

I sighed. "I thought when the food ran out at home I knew what hunger was but when they were taken from me I was so depressed that I didn't even think about finding food for about a week. But then when I did I didn't know how to do that, I didn't want to steel but I didn't see any other option but soon there wasn't much to steel, wasn't any dumpster to search, when imperial forces increased the food supply became less and less. I went days without food, weeks." stopped whipping away tears and considering if i should tell kanan what i was about to. I decided to.

"I came across a dead animal one night, one night after a week and a haft of nothing but a few cups of dirty water...and kanan I was so hungry, I thought of meat and I couldn't resist. I...I just had to." I broke down in tears at the memory, kanan wrapped a arm around me and I cringed and pulled out of his touch.

Kanan looked confused and raised a eyebrow to say he wanted a explanation.

I didn't want to tell him, he would be disgusted with me, he'd leave but his tone of voice didn't leave much room for debate.

"Do I have to?"

Kanan softened "You don't HAVE to do anything, I won't force you."

I think It was how he said that, 'I won't force you' it was such a odd thing, every one always forced me in every way. I've yet to have a choice in anything and the fact that he giving me one means more than he could know. maybe he does know, he's just manipulating you, you told him something useful and he's already using it aginist you do you really want to give him more.

But the helpful thing about leaving on the street is that you learn how to read people, like how when people are lying there pupils dilate, and went people are nervous there breathing patterns become more intense, and when people are trying to take advantage of you or trying to manipulate you there muscles tense, even ever so slightly. No one that didn't spend haft there life on the streets would be able to pick those things up, but I can and kanan, for one thing, was not displaying any of those things.

He was telling the truth.

"Well you get pretty weary of the whole fiscal contact thing

when you spend three years of you life in a human trafficking camp." i said, my head down,eyes closed, knowing when I looked up kanan would be gone, or close to it. They always leave when I need them most.

I braced myself and looked up, expecting a look that mixed between disappointed, disgusted and the look someone gives you when they're about to leave. But I didn't see any of those things, Kanan's expression was unreadable, I don't if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Maybe both.

"A what, i...wh...how..." Kanan stopped trying to decide what to say first if I had to guess. "How old were you?"

"Eight. "

"Wow."

Here, this is where the look comes, but all I see is what I judge to be pride, he smiled.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Aren't you...disappointed in me?"

"No, why would I be? All that means to me is that you are a hundred times stronger than I thought you were, and I hold you in high esteem."

"Huh." I sat back, at a complete loss of what to do.

"What?"

"Just not the reaction I expected."

"What did you expect?"

"I don't know but not that."

"Why were you expecting me to be disappointed, you were eight. How did you even end up at such a horrible place?"

"It's a really long story. I shouldn't."

"Well its already midnight so I don't see why not."

"Well when I first started living on the street I did get some help getting food but...uh...when that resource was uh..." I bit my lip, trying to explain this without going there. "I had feeding myself so when these slave traders offered me food I couldn't say no, little did I know what that would lead to. I was eight I didn't know what they were doing. I...I got played."

"Wait face up, who was this resource?"

"Uh...just...uh...I really don't want to talk about this."

Kanan looked at me for a long time then said.

"What happened?"

I felt tears in my eyes again and my stomach tighten up at the memory. I felt like I was gonna be sick.

"Ok so there was this guy I met, and how I met him is kinda ironic because I had been on the street for about a mouth and doing well so I was trying to street a apple from this guy's cart because he was being slapped around by a storm trooper, but my timing was a little off and he caught me and I was expecting a beating like every other time I got caution but...um" I bit my lip, desperately trying to avoid a flashback. But to little affect. The only thing that brought me back was kanan's voice.

"Take your time, it's ok."

I took a deep breath.

"He didn't even hit me. I had tripped trying to run away and he help me up off the ground and asked me what my name was, and why I was steeling. I would never tell any stranger that now but I was still stupid, so I told him that I was hungry. And uh, he asked me where my parents were. I told him that they were dead. I was expecting something along the lines of and slapped and something like 'you little loth - rat I'll ring your neck if you ever do that again' but It didn't come, but...he gave me the fruit and I told him I couldn't pay but he said for me to take it. I probably would have died that night if he didn't. He um...he was a poor man but every time I walked by he'd give me something, he helped me survive."

My hands shook and I felt sick, my next ed words were barley a whisper as tears ran down my cheeks.

"The imperials wanted all the money they could get though taxes so someone they make of money off of giving haft there product to some street rat didn't go over well, they had told him to stop but even with my insisting he didn't. I was walking through the streets one day looking for him, but sick I didn't find him I asked someone if they ed seen him and they told me"

A sob cut me off, I was trying so hard not to have a break down, but I wasn't having much luck.

"They told me he was in at the whipping post. I ran there as fast as I could but now I wish never I'd seen what happened. I was caught giving me food and it was only supposed to be a punishment, not a murder, but he was a old man and they...they...they killed him."

That was it, I brook down in tears not even caring that kanan will think I'm weak. I was crying into the table when I felt hands on my shoulders. I looked up with my eyes red and puffy.

"Ezra it's not your fault." Kanan said moving closer to me.

"Yes it is, he wouldn't have died if it wasn't for me, it's my fault it's all my fault. He died for me . And kanan I don't want anyone else to get hurt for me. Why does everyone get taken from me? Why do I aways in up alone?"

Kanan wrapped a arm around me and for the first time I didn't pull back. I fact I turn and cried into his shoulder. This was the most affection I've had in...no this was the most affection I've had.

"You'll never be alone again, I pro."

"You can't promise that. You know you can't. You can't promise you won't get killed. And you can't promise that you won't leave me."

"I won't Ezra." I sighed and shook my head. "Ezra if I had any intention of leaving you do you think I'd be here at one am in the morning talking to you. Your right I can't promise that I'll always be here but you can promise you that I'll never leave you."

I looked at him for a minute, he wasn't lying but...

"Kanan on the street words have more meaning. Probably why I get so upset when people say 'I'm staving' cause there not, when someone on the street says the word 'hero' that's mean you saved there life. 'I care about you' means your more inportant than life it's self, 'I love you' means that you ARE life itself. And a promise means that you full fill to the death. I still live by those words and you can't just through them around."

Kanan took my hand.

"I PROMISE you. I will never abandone you."

Kanan led me up and we hugged each other so tight it was almost vilent.

"Let's go home." Kanan says.

"Do you think the attacks will stop?"

"You got over what made your walls weak so yes."

"Ok...Kanan."

"Yeah."

"Can i to take you up on your offer, to sleep in your room." I looked hopeful.

"Of course you can Ezra."

And we went home, safe and sound. Ok maybe I'm not hundred percent yet but now I know that everything will be ok.