This chapter won't really have a lot of action. Assuming reading Carlos', Evie's and Jay's backstories aren't considered action.

Jm anon (Guest) : Trust me, Jr. is my favorite character for sequel reasons and to let him go through that pain makes me really guilty, but that's howw the story has to go. I'm not planning to stop writing anytime soon but I'm planning to end it in due time. Thanks for reading!

Carlos stood behind his friends. He looked at the horror in front of him that was his mother. From all the 4, Carlos was the one that was physically abused the most. He could never forget thanks to the scars on his legs and arms.

He remembered everytime he woke up to the feeling of the bear traps attacking his body. His mother, Cruella didn't care in he bled to death, she cared if her fur would get dirtied by his blood. She forced him to sleep on her closet's floor because she only had one bedroom in her house and she didn't want his to have it. Every night before going to sleep, she would lay the traps, worried if someone would try to steal her 'Babies' or 'True Love.'

He was forced to sleep in the closed, in an uncomfortable position because of the traps and had to be careful not to touch her fur.

The first time the traps closed, he almost lost his leg. Cruella punished him because her white fur coat had a drop of blood on it.

Everyday when he wakes up and if he was bleeding he takes an old reeked out rug and cleans himself. Then, he goes on with his chores, that are about doing everything while his mother was chilling on the couch or talking with The Queen Of Hearts about fashion.

"Carlos!" His mother shouted. He walked to her without saying a word. "Get me my fur coat!" She ordered.

He simply did what he was told and brought her the coat.

"I didn't want this coat, I wanted the other one!"

"But you have so many, how was I suppose to know which one you wanted." He said.

Her eyes widened. "Are you talking back to me."

"What, no."

She took out her leather whip. "You're being a bad boy, and you know what I do to bad boys." She said. He tried to hold back his tears as she tied him up. He wasn't allowed to make a sound as she enjoyed every second of it. His lip started to bleed as he was biting it because he didn't want to make a single sound. His tears rolled by down to his face as he silently wished for death.

Then came the time where nothing mattered anymore. He was a walking zombie. He moved like a broken doll that his mother controlled. Life didn't matter anymore.

He met Maria, Gil and Evie when he was 12. He met the light that showed him life is worth living for. He could never forget the moment the closet door got opened. He thought it was his mother but it wasn't. A blue-haired girl, a light brown-haired boy and a black-haired girl were standing in front of him. "I told you a heard someone crying." The blue-haired one said.

He found out his mother wasn't in the house and quickly tried to clean up her fur. Maria, Gil and Evie looked at each other and forcefully pulled him out of the closet. They tend to his wounds and helped him clean up. "I still don't know your names." He said.

"This is Mary and Gil. I'm Evie." Evie said.

Maria coughed. "The name's Maria." She insisted then looked at Carlos. "My dad named my Mary but I like being called Maria."

"I'm Carlos." He smiled and hugged them. Gil looked at the two while Evie and Maria knew that he was longing for human interaction and were shocked to know he was at the same age as them. He looked like he was 8 or 9.

Now, he had friends. He knew that he could never escape his mother's abuse. Every slap she gave him for hanging her fur the wrong way. Every kick for not finishing his chores on time. Every word that came from her mouth when she'd look at him. It hurted, physically and mentally, but he had friends that helped him survive.

Was he happy whe the Limo arrived to pick him up? OF COURSE! He couldn't believe he was going to escape the hands of one psychopathic Cruella De Vil.

Evie's story was a bit different then others. She didn't get physically punished. Grimhelde always cared about the looks more then the brains. That's why Evie mostly starved. She remembered everytime her mother would tell her she's too fat, too ugly and too smart. Grimhelde taught her beauty tips in order to get her daughter to forget doing her homework.

Evie was mostly the prey for preditors thanks to her beautiful looks. She was truely the fairest of them all, but beauty comes with a price. When she was 9, a man came up to her and told her she was beautiful. She just smiled thinking it was a compliment, but it wasn't. He tried dragging her to god know where before Mal showed up. She used her mother's name to scare him off.

"Thank you." Evie breathed to the stranger. "Don't mention it." Mal said. "I mean seriously, that could ruin my reputation." Evie just smiled, the 2 have been best friends ever since.

When she actually started to go to school and doing some homework. She remembered half the boys in her class hitting on her. She could never trust anyone that wasn't one of her friends that happened to be girls. Her mother would say it's a good thing because it means she's beautiful.

When she was 11, she was convinced that she was fat, thanks to her mother. She ran across the Isle over 7 times each day. She went to the point where she wouldn't drink water. And the moment she stood on the scale, she'd cry for hours because she thought she was overweight when the truth is, she was to the point where people can see her bones.

One day, while she was walking from school while some boys stared at her ass. She felt dizzy. In a second, her vision went blurry while she didn't feel her body falling onto the ground. The guys smiled. "Come on." One whispered. As they tried to touch her, their hands got twisted. Sounds of crackes were heard as they shouted, running away.

He looked at her with eyes that meant no harm. He carried her away from the town.

She woke up an hour later. She looked around to see she wasn't in her bedroom. She was in someone else's bed. "You're finally awake." He said. She freaked. "It's okay, I'm a friend. I just want to help." He said. She didn't believe him. She couldn't.

He sighed. 'Looks like we're going this the hard way.' He thought. "You know Mal. Purple-hair and a personality that fits with it." He said. Evie nodded. "I'm her brother."

"No way."

His eyes started glowing yellow. "My name's Gil." He said then placed a tray of food in front of her. "Eat." He said.

"I'm not really hungry." She lied.

"You fainted due to malnourishment and starvation. That according to what my older brother says. So I barely believe you're not hungry."

"I can't eat." She said wanting to push the food away.

"Why?" He asked.

"Bacause I'm fat." She cried. He sighed. He took her hand and placed it on his chest/rib cage . "Can you feel my bones?" He asked.

"A little bit, not really." She said. He placed her hand on her own body. "Can you feel yours?" He asked. She nodded. "You're not fat." He said. After that, he helped her get better.

He was the only guy she could truely trust and he didn't like that she felt that way because of some idiots on the island. So he dragged another guy. "Evie, this is Jay. Jay, Evie." He said. Jay wanted to whistle when he looked at Evie but Gil stepped on his foot. "He's a friend of mine. We knew each other for a very long time."

Evie felt unsure but after a couple of days, she trusted him. After that, they taught her how to defend herself in case anything happens.

Her mother was not pleased. "You're eating too much." She spat when she saw Evie taking a bite from a small sandwich. "You mustn't know how to fight! Princes don't like independed women who know how to defend themselves. You must be vulnerable. Take a look at Snow White, Sleeping Beauty and Cinderella. They were just beautiful and didn't do anything and got their happy ending!"

Evie held her breath. "What about Rapunzel and Jasmine." She said. "They were smart and got their happy ending."

The Evil Queen's eyes widened. "Those 2 married theives and street rats!" She spat. "If it wasn't for their royal status they would be in the streets!"

That day, she went to school and didn't open her mouth. She played dump and that worried her friends. "Evie, you're so smart." Finally Jay said whhat was in his mind. "You don't have to play dump to live happily."

"Don't you see, this is the only way I can live." She cried.

"You're an idiot." Gil blurted out. Jay looked at him. "Gil!" He hissed.

"What? I'm saying the truth. Evie, you're an idiot if you think that's the only way to live happily or even live at all. Playing dump didn't get you to where you are now, your intellegence did. Your mind is the reason why you survived this long, don't throw it away just like that."

Gil had a habit of saying the hurtful yet real truth. He hurted a lot of people but he was always right, and it always helped them in the end.

When MAleficent told them about the news and that they'll be going to Auradon, she couldn't believe it. Finally, she will be able to leave her judgemental insane mother. She lived her dreams in Auradon and she didn't want them to fade away. She found love and people who care.

Jay wasn't told he was special or that he was good looking. He was never forced to sleep in a closet beside bear traps. But still, that didn't mean he didn't suffer.

Jay was always caring from the inside no matter what his outside looked like. The moment his aunt Narisa gave birth, he didn't want to move from Jade's side. He promised the little infant he would protect her.

He learned how to pick locks when he was 4. He didn't exactly learn, he was forced to pick these locks. Jafar saw Jay as nothing more then a tool, an item that he could use for his own advantage. Either Jay liked it or not, he was forced to hurt people. Jafar was good friends with Gaston, so both Jay and Jade spend their childhood around the Legume family when Jafar and Narissa needed someone to babysit them.

Even though he didn't live the luxurious life, he was quiet happy. He had friends from a young age, something not common in the Isle. Still, that didn't mean he didn't escape the hands of hatred.

Auradon didn't really care whether the villains get food or not, shipping their leftovers and garbage to that island. Those who had money didn't starve. Those who didn't, stole. And those who couldn't, died.

So sooner or later, the time came when Jafar and Narissa almost ran out of money. They didn't want to steal because they were too lazy, so they looked at Jade, and innocent 7 year-old that never asked to be brought up to this word and smiled.

Jay knew something was up. They didn't smile those smiles too often. They disappeared that day and came back at night with company. Jay snuck downstairs and heard them talking. He didn't really remember what they were talking about but he had a bad feeling about it. So he turned and went back to bed.

Both him and Jade share a room. Usually when they feel aalone, they cuddle up beside on another at night. They were children back then, barely 10 years-old. And that's the crazy thing.

That night, Jade felt safe for no reason, so she enjoyed sleeping alone, till she felt someone slithering from down below. She was tthe world's lightest sleeper so she woke up at the sudden movement. It was a man. He laughed when he saw that she was awake. She tried to push him off but he grabbed her hands and placed them above her head to get them out of the way.

"Now it's time to have some fun." He whispered.

Jade pushed an object that landed on the floor causing Jay to wake up. His eyes quickly widened. "GET OFF OF HER!" He shouted as he jumped from his bed and pushed him off of Jade. The man looked confused. "Move aside brat. I paid for this." He spat.

"What?"

" I paid your dad to sleep with her so move aside." He said, pushing Jay off the bed.

Jay looked at the man in horror as he tried to rip off his cousin's clothes. "Wait!" He cried. "Leave her alone, take me." He said. Why did he say that, he never knew. All he knew was Jade watched...and cried.

The man smiled looking at Jay, and the night got worse and ended slowly. Hours later, the man left the house, laughing while 9 year-old Jay didn't speak. He went to the bathroom and took a shower while blood mixed with the water. He felt dirtied and he could never change that. He took hours crying and never slept in that room again.

Jade left like it was her fault in all this. Jay didn't talk to anyone including her for weeks. He didn't look at his father or aunt that were willing to sell their children just for money. One day, Jafar dropped them off at Gaston's house while he and Gaston were off getting drunk.

They knew something was wrong. He was not the Jay they knew. "Jade, we need to talk." Gaia said. She led Jade to another room. Minutes into the conversation, Jade bursted with tears. "It's all my fault." She whispered.

Jay sat in the living room all alone. Gaia walked in. "Hey Jay." She greeted with a smile. He didn't bother looking at her. She sat beside him. "I was exactly your age when he dared to do it." She said quietly. He looked at her with confusion. Gaia was a year and a half older then him. "He didn't have anyone to fuck so he chose to go to my room like the beast he is and just do it." She said.

That was the first time he heard the word 'fuck'. Coming out from an 11 year-old, it was crazy. "I'm sorry." He said.

"Don't be." She assured. "It wasn't your fault, nothing was your fault. Not what happened to me or to you. It is their fault and someday they'll pay."

Those words held his life. They'll pay for everything. "How did you recover."

"I have a family that looked out for my and showed me the light." She said. Gaia got up and gave him her hand. "Come on." He took it and smiled that day.

This didn't mean it was the only time. Oh God no. Jafar was always and will always be selfish. Not caring if he already had enough. He wanted more. Leaving Jay to suffer. He wanted to cry everytime he'd see someone give his father money, knowing that then night will pe painful.

The only thought that will come to his mind is 'He will pay, someday.'

He remembered when the Limo came to pick them up. Jade hugged him tightly. "I'm gonna miss you." She whispered. He looked at her face that cried out in fear. "Thank you."

"I'm gonna to do the best I can to try and get you out of this shithole while I'm in Auradon." He promised.

"Don't. You've already done so much for me. I can't let you suffer even more."

He hugged her tightly. "Someday, they will pay for what they've done to us and we'll live in a calm house in the ocean just like you've always dreamed."

So now. Seeing the people who let them through all that pain and suffering. Fear stroke their hearts, but this time, they were ready for it. They were ready to finally protect themselves and stand up for themselves.