Carlos
Carlos P.O.V
One would think 6 years of abuse and 5 years of forced prostitution would break a person, but not one boy, Carlos Da Vil. He had not only great friends that knew his story, but who could also relate due to similar circumstances.
Carlos blinked blearily at his alarm clock only to flinch out of his bed. 6:50. Crap he was going to be late to make breakfast for mother, Cruella Da Vil, and her patience was not to be tested. Jumping out of bed he quickly stumbled into the kitchen thanking himself when he found the meal he prepared the night before wrapped neatly in saran wrap. He quickly grabbed a pan and set it on the stove heating it up to warm the meal. After heating up the food he quickly woke up his mother and set the food on her lap gently and backed up after finishing. Before Cruella even started to eat she checked the time and immediately got angered due to the "late" breakfast.
"Boy you're ten minutes late you know that equal to anotha thirty minutes tonight befoe you can come back and it betta show in your pay." The woman immediately slapped Carlos across the face splitting his lip on her sharp diamond ring. "I provide you with nice clothes, food and a roof above ya head and you can't even make ya mother a meal on time. Not to mention you still haven't given me my pay from last night when will you learn boy," she hollered at him as he stood up and kicked him with sharp heels and beat him.
After a good five minutes she stopped to catch her breath and Carlos took his chance rushing to his room and locking it he quickly grabbed his favorite jacket and keys.
Once he was ready he head towards the fire escape where Mal seemed to have watched the scene unfold. He could hear his mother pounding on the door harshly hitting the door yelling at him and cursing as he hobbled faster to the window. As he reached the window Mal helped him out and quickly locked the window for him. Both then ran up to Jay's window.
Jay had locked his window Carlos caught his breath and he then looked over Jay taking in his battered appearance most likely from lack of sleep due to his father's high standards.
They head to the next stop at a slower pace and are meet with a well dressed and looking Evie though she sat down looking tired under her facade of arrogance.
They may seem like a rag tag group but they where family they watched out for each other as much as possible Jay was like a big brother, Evie close to a mother, and Mal a protective sister. They where the anchor they each relied on to stay sane in the cruelty they endured everyday.
