A/N: So it struck me one day when rewatching this movie about the home life of the teenagers from the Isle. Of course, it looks all simple and stuff, since it's a Disney movie. But in reality, it would've been a lot worse. The idea has been bugging my mind for a couple of weeks now, and I need to write it out. Who knows where this story will go? Obviously with a happy ending, since I'm a sucker for those. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Child abuse! Other than that, I won't write about anything else. If you aren't comfortable, please don't read! It won't be too graphic; I don't think I know how to write it like that. This story will be rated T though because of the subject matter.

Prologue

Mal streaked out of her house, and onto the streets without a backward glance. She could hear her mother's screams behind her, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She had to get out of there. After a while, she slowed down to a walk until she reached her destination, a secluded area of the island.

She had found this place practically by accident one day. She had been stealing a loaf of bread when the owners started chasing her. After running for a while, she finally tripped and fell into this place. As far as she can tell, no one else has been here. At least, not while she was there. She would always come here to get away from her mother or if she needed to think.

Breathing deeply, she finally turned her attention to herself. She cautiously took off her jacket and lifted her shirt to inspect her wounds. To her dismay, blood dripped from the jagged gash on her shoulder her mother inflicted with a broken shard of mirror. She looked around in dismay for anything to clean the blood off. She found an old scarf that probably gotten blown there from the wind. Gratefully, she grabbed it and pressed on the wound.

A jolt of pain tremored through her body. She gritted her teeth but refused to scream or cry in pain. That showed weakness, and she was stronger than that. She had to be. Satisfied that the wound stopped bleeding, she cleaned the wound as best she could. Discarding the scarf, she pulled her jacket back on. Hopefully, the wound would heal by itself instead of causing an infection.

Sighing, her thoughts wandered to her friends and their respective parents. She knew how tough their parents could be and didn't want any grief to be put upon them. They were the only people she cared about; she didn't want anything to happen to them. Their group were loyal to each other and helped each other through difficult times. Being loyal to them is the only non-evil thing Mal wants to do.

Mal began to aimlessly wander through the island, with no particular in mind. Without looking, she grabbed a lollipop from a toddler she passed nearby. While she was proud of herself, she inwardly twitched at it. Don't think like that, she scolded herself. She is evil; she should be proud of it. If only I could get away from my mother. Me and my friends, she thought glumly. Anywhere away from this dreaded island if fine; somewhere she and her friends can be evil and wreak havoc without the pressures of their parents.

Just then, she spotted her friends from the distance. She smirked (because villains did not smile) and strode towards them.

"What's up guys," she greeted them. They all gave her non-verbal greetings in return. Jay, the son of Jafar, punched her in the shoulder in greeting. Mal winced, since it was the shoulder with the injury. Evie, the daughter of the Evil Queen, frowned at her.

"What's wrong with your shoulder?" she queried. There was already an underlying suspicion in her voice, but Evie wanted confirmation from Mal herself.

Mal shrugged offhandedly, "Nothing. It's not important." No need to get them worked up over nothing. It's not like they could do anything about it.

"Mal," started Carlos, the son of Cruella de Vil.

"Fine," Mal huffed, "it was my mother. Happy?" None of them were, but they couldn't say anything more. They all knew what happens when Maleficent gets angry. While they all got punished whenever they didn't make their parents happy, they all agreed that Maleficent's treatment was by far the worse.

The gang hung around the Isle for the rest of the day causing mischief. Mal focused more on graffiti, continuing on a detailed mural she has been working on. Evie focused on her looks and using them to flirt with other guys to distract them as Jay and Carlos took those said guys had. At the end of the day, they all headed back towards Mal's home, as their parents usually had gatherings (they refused to call it hanging out) in the evenings.

Once they arrived, they became incredibly nervous. Their parents were incredibly gleeful and giddy about something. That said a lot since villains are never really happy these days. Mal wondered what could get her mother so excited. She has never been this happy since Mal could remember.

"Mother, what is it?" she queried, standing slightly close to the others. They too sensed caution, in case one of their parents may lash out.

"Oh Mal! It's just simply marvelous! The King's son has announced a royal decree! The four of you are being offered a chance to go to school at Auradon!" Maleficent announced gleefully. Mal reeled back in shock. A chance to get off this blasted island? She glanced at her friends apprehensively and noticed the same expressions were showing on their faces.

"We're...invited to Auradon!?" Evie exclaimed. "Why?"

Maleficent waved her hand carelessly, "Who cares? What matters is the fact that you guys are able to go! Think of all the things you can do for us! We can finally rule the world!" She cackled and the other villains smirked and clapped at her speech.

"What things?" Jay asked.

"Why, steal the magic wand of course! If you steal that, we can finally be free! We can rule the world!...We can finally be a proper family," Maleficent said slyly. The teens' breaths hitched in their throats? A real family?

"Well! Off with you! We must begin packing right away! We have to much to prepare! We must have you wear the best clothings. Think of the impression you will make!" the Evil Queen rattled off to Evie.

"Oh! Darling, you simply must bring me a dog," cooed Cruella. Carlos cringed at that. Confront a dog? He would rather die.

"Well, off with you lot. They will be arriving to take them tomorrow. Go get ready!" Maleficent ushered the others off. Finally, it was just Maleficent and Mal. Mal couldn't believe it. They could finally be free like she wished, but to Auradon? Would they really want to go there?

"Mother...what if we don't want to go?" she asked tentatively. The expression on Maleficent's face changed instantly.

"Not go? Not go!?" she snarled. "Why on Earth would you not go? This is an opportunity of a lifetime! Do you want to disappoint me!?"

"N-no Mother but-" Mal's words got cut off as she got assaulted with the most horrible pain coursing through her body. She fell on the floor, writhing and gasping in pain. She dared not cried out though. It would only make it worse.

"Well!?" Maleficent growled.

"B-but-" Mal got cut off again by another blinding wave of pain, worse than the last. While the Isle supposedly cut off Maleficent's magic, it did not cut it off completely, thus she is able to perform simple spells if her emotions were strong enough. Anger and incredulity at Mal's incompetence usually fueled this particular spell.

"You will go, and you will finally make me proud. Isn't that what you want, darling," Maleficent cooed.

"Y-yes Mother," Mal echoed weakly. She could barely gather her thoughts; the pain was so powerful. She knew if she got attacked again, she would pass out. Once, she hadn't woken for a week because Maleficent used it on her 15 times.

"Now, that's better. Go pack up and prepare to leave," Maleficent said, her anger dissipated.

Mal quickly scrambled to go to her room, staggering and using the wall as support. The minute she closed her door she sagged down to the ground. Curling up in a ball, she rested her head on her knees. Her head swirled and churned with blurry images. She groaned in pain and clutched her head, trying to gain some semblance of control back. Breathing deeply, she regained some clarity from the pain. Dragging herself up, she managed to drag herself to her small cupboard where all her things were. Mal noticed a bag for her things on the bed. Her mother must have put it there. She grabbed all the things she owned and stuffed it into the bag. It didn't take long, and all her things were in the bag in less than half an hour. She glanced around the room, the place where she lived all her life.

Mal began to second guess her wish to move somewhere else. Would Auradon be a good place to be? But they talked about being a real family...could it be true? Would they stop and actually treat their children like they cared? While a part of Mal doubted it, she couldn't help but have a small twinge of hope. It could be true, and all they have to do it outwit the stupid goodie-two shoes over at Auradon. Isn't that what she is meant to do anyways? Cause havoc? Be evil? With resolve, Mal decided that this whole plan is worth a shot. Whether it would work or not, it wouldn't hurt to try. Either way, they can finally be free of this torment. With a sigh, Mal sluggishly pulled herself onto her bed, slightly happy to know that this can possibly be the last time she will be there. As she drifted off to sleep, she vaguely felt a grumble in her stomach and fell asleep to it and the screeches of people outside.

A/N: Do you guys like it? I'm going to base it off the movie for a while, but I'm going to have changes. Eventually, once the movie is finished I'm going to go off on my own story line of course! Tell me what you think! Thanks for reading! :)