A/N: Well, I promised a third story in Bailey's world, and here it is. First, I want to give a major shoutout to Bloodylilcorpse, since a lot of the elements in this story come from the amazing fic "Mal Meets The Rebel". And thanks for all your support, everyone! Hopefully it will continue with this story:

Plot: Bailey promised herself that she would never go back to juvie. But when Duncan is thrown into an all-boys juvie, she pulls a Mulan and finds her own way in. But with Mal lurking around, and one more girl in juvie who Mal is interested in, are Bailey's days of having to fear Mal over? Or is she going to have to just work harder at avoiding him?

Disclaimer: Total Drama's characters belong to Fresh TV. Roxanne Davidson (who will show up later) belongs to Bloodylilcorpse. I only own Bailey.

Now, on with the story!

I was standing alone in that little apartment I once shared with Duncan. Sure, I'd get to see him whenever I visited juvie, and he was allowed to communicate with the outside world and we texted every day, but let's be honest, that wasn't what I wanted. I mean, yeah, it sounds pathetic, me, Bailey Cherry Young, getting all wound up over not seeing my boyfriend. Well, there were a ton more complications than that. Stuff like the fact that nutty TV host and former celeb Chris McLean had been fired from his job hosting a certain reality show that I'll talk about in a minute, and he and his crazy sidekick Chef Hatchet were in charge of an all-male juvenile detention centre. And they knew Duncan pretty well. But anyway, there were the least of the problems and complications. There were a lot of major ones.

First, Duncan owned the apartment. I couldn't keep paying the rent – I just didn't have the job or skills, or time for that matter, to go to school and finance the apartment at the same time. I'd been living there for two months, with enough for the rent, but I would only have enough for one more month, no matter how hard I worked.

And I couldn't go home. My parents disowned me after I voluntarily went on Total Drama All-Stars and won, but gave away nine tenths of my money to help one of the other contestants. And this is where I need to talk about Mike.

Mike was one of the contestants on Total Drama. Now, he's just a regular seventeen-year-old. But this time six months ago, he was a regular seventeen-year-old with Disassociative Identity Disorder, sharing his headspace and self-control with five others. Some kind of weird experiment done to him caused them to gain their own bodies, so it's like he has a grandfather in crusty Chester, two brothers in cocky shirt-allergic Vito and Aussie explorer Manitoba, and a sister in cheerful, agile Svetlana (my personal favourite of them, since she's possibly the least annoying and definitely the nicest). On the other hand, Mike's sixth personality is in the same juvie as Duncan, and from the middle of All-Stars onwards, he kept control most of the time.

Basically, if I wanted to describe the Malevolent One, or as he prefers to be called, "Mal", I'd probably just say that he's 'Mike's evil twin', because that's exactly what he is. Even now that he's got his own body, the only reason he looks different to Mike is because his hair flops down and covers one of his eyes while Mike's sticks up, and he has dark circles under his eyes – I doubt that he ever sleeps. I have a...painful history with Mal, back when I was doing my first stint in juvie. Basically, we were both fourteen, and he was experimenting with control. He'd only used it through pain and threats before, but now he was going to try sexual control. And I was unlucky enough for him to pick me out to be his guinea pig.

And trust me, that didn't mean he didn't beat me up regularly, trying to convince me that I could enjoy pain. It was the worst six months of my life, that time I spent in there, and I swore I would never go back.

But it got to three years later, and Mal got out again – and this time, we were both trapped on a TV show taking place on a tiny island with a host who seemed to actually want everyone dead. So obviously, Mal decided to try and finish what he started, and he did. But after he finished, he didn't stop. He didn't just go after me, but he also targeted Zoey, Mike's girlfriend, who he'd met in an earlier season of the show. And at one point after the show, he took both of us hostage, kept raping Zoey regularly, and tried to make us so desperate for pleasure that we'd look to each other. Luckily, all that is over now.

But that brings us back to my problem. I can't stay in Duncan's apartment for more than another month, because I can't pay the rent. I can't go home, because my parents wouldn't let me in. If I can't do either of those, I have only a few choices.

Okay, I mean, I had a few choices at that time. I'm not standing in that little apartment right now, of course not. So, anyway, Duncan and I had been texting back and forth for a while. While I was out, going to school, keeping out of trouble, doing all the normal things that seventeen-year-olds do, he was texting me about fights, gangs, painful stuff, a new girl...

Wait.

Yeah, Duncan had texted me about a girl being in juvie – the only girl there, a redhead called Roxanne. He didn't know why she was sent there instead of to a girls' juvie, or a co-ed one, like me. But it sounded like she was attracting attention from all sides. And she had to share a cell with Mal.

I was pretty shocked. I mean, the reason Mal had been sent to an all-boys juvie was in order to stop him from torturing girls. I had visited Mal once, and he'd admitted that the reason he targeted girls was because abusing them the way he did combined torture and desire, and gave him control, the only thing he ever wanted. And that's where I came in, and later on, he tried it with Zoey, too. And now it looked like he was going to start it all over again, this time with this Roxanne girl. Poor girl.

Well, that wasn't exactly the way to describe her – Duncan had texted that she wouldn't go down without a fight. She didn't take any crap from anyone, he said.

I hadn't told Duncan about how I was fast losing cash, or how much I missed him (we didn't really do the mushy stuff), and I wanted to keep it secret.

Anyway, there were only a few things I knew at that moment. Number one: My life sucked. Number two: My boyfriend was in juvie, and I was nearly broke.

And number three: I was considering breaking a promise to myself. A promise when I swore that I would never, never return to juvenile hall.

Sorry this was so short, but this was just a prologue. The real story will start next chapter.