The handle to the door turns about 2 hours later. I don't look up, but I know he's staring at me.

He doesn't say a word.

He crosses the room to change. I watch his feet, but I take the childish way out and refuse to speak to him.

He's just as stubborn.

He walks into the bathroom, and I can hear rustles and bumps as he changes. When he's back out again, he stops right in front of me.

"Mali." His tone is patronizing, as if I'm a child, and anger heats up in my cheeks.

"Sorry, I'm busy." I spit, turning a page in my book. I haven't read a single word, but I pretend to.

He swipes the book from my grasp. I finally look to him, sending him a poisonous glare.

"Why weren't you in this bedroom?" He sounds angry as well. I scoot back slightly, knowing that his anger is much more dangerous than my own.

"Because I didn't want to be." I state. My expression is calm and collected.

"Excuses like that won't work, you know." He crosses his arms. "How did you get out?"

"One of your dumb troopers left the door open." I smirk. He glances at the door as if the soldier were standing there. I hope desperately that he wouldn't stoop to the level of finding and killing the damned trooper for leaving a stupid door open.

"I still don't understand why you'd leave. I thought you were smart enough to know the rules."

"I'm sorry, dad, but I don't appreciate being kept in here like a caged animal." I sass. He's dropped his arms now, fuming.

"You will NOT speak to me like that."

"I will speak to you however I want to speak with you."

He raises his arm as if to hit me.

I flinch back, closing my eyes, preparing for the blow.

I hear a crash and a thud beside me, and I open my eyes to realize that he'd hit something else at the last second.

I can see in his eyes that it isn't the Kylo I know looking back at me; he looks as he had while leaving the interrogation earlier. He looks like he isn't there.

"I think I should go." I break the silence.

"Go where?" His voice is quiet. The anger in it is still very audible.

"Back to my room.. out of here." I slowly stand from the bed, grabbing a few of my things. He barely hesitates. He's sitting in the same spot I'd left him.

"This is your room." He says.

"No, this is your room." I correct, shaking my head. Why did I ever turn Poe down to be treated like this? I broke his heart for nothing.

Knowing I have my few possessions, I walk towards the door. As my hand lands on the door handle, his voice makes me freeze.

"Don't leave... please."

He never says please.

"W-why shouldn't I?"

Translation= this is your last chance, don't blow it.

"I don't want to be alone." He says simply.

"So I'm just supposed to cater to you when you feel lonely? I'm not some doll that you can throw around, Kylo." I growl. I'm shocked to see that he flinches, as if my words actually bother him.

"Your words do bother me, Mali. Believe it or not I am human."

"You told me you wouldn't read my mind anymore." I hiss accusingly.

"It's kind of hard you know."

I don't answer. I'm turned back at the door now, but he stops me again.

"I still don't know why you're leaving."

"Really?" I turn angrily. I note that Kylo isn't angry as he was before, and he seems himself again.

"I was hoping you'd tell me." He smirks. Oh god, that stupid smirk.

"Fine, Kylo. I'll lay it out to you. First you act sweet and gain my trust. You made me willing to tear my best friend's heart to pieces just to stay here with you. And then you get angry. You treated me like your damned pet. You blew up at me for not wanting to stay here like a caged animal. I was gonna stay, after all of that, Ky. Then, then you almost hit me. You weren't there at all, Kylo. I could see it in your bloody eyes." I take a deep breath in, shaking my head. I don't dare look at him.

"I can't control it."

"Can't control what?" I ask.

"My anger." He reveals. As I don't understand, I meet his gaze with a questioning look and purse my lips.

"What do you mean? That doesn't make any sense."

He glances at the floor and gulps, probably deciding on what to say next. I can tell it's something big or important to him.

"Would you promise to stay if I told you?"

Very, very important to him.

I search his face for truth. His beautiful eyes sparkle in the way they had when I'd first seen his face. Something inside me releases, and my shoulders drop ever-so-slightly.

"Fine." I agree. I drop my things and sit on the bed beside him.

"Tell me." I coax, tucking a piece of his soft hair behind his ear.

"I have..... borderline personality disorder."

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