Funny guest review. Cornelia's still alive because plot demands :)

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Warning, abuse, violence, death and blood.

Unloved

"Gil. I'm speaking to you." His father repeated slapping the belt onto the wall for emphasis.

Gil tried to hide the fear in his voice but seeing the smile that graced his fathers face told him he failed miserably, "Y-y-yes s-sir?"

"You're late." Gaston walked closer to the cowering boy. He could barely stand as his father approached him, ready to give him another long, harsh beating. At least he didn't have a sword... yet.

"I'm sorry fat-"

"It's sir to you." Gaston corrected smacking the whip across Gil's face.

Gil whimpered. The pain was there but now he could feel a bloody nose coming.

"Go clean this house, and don't get any blood anywhere in my house. Or else." Gaston warned, as he tugged at his sword.

Gil nodded holding his nose to prevent the blood from spilling onto the floor. Making his way to the bathroom, he was not surprised to find his brother Bronze in the way.

"Uh-uh. Clean first. I've been waiting all day." Bronze laughed.

Waiting all day for me to be beat to the brink of unconsciousness? "Mrrvv." Gil motioned with his head.

Bronze acted like he didn't know what he meant and walked into the bathroom. "Gil! Stop waiting for the bathroom and clean!"

Gil scurried into the next room only to be slammed against the wall by Junior. He let go of his nose for a brief second but that's all it took before the wall and floor was smeared with blood. Gil's eyes grew wide, pleading to Junior with unspeakable words to keep his mouth shut. "Please..."

Junior sighed bringing Gil in for a quick hug. Shocked, Gil didn't have a chance to return the hug before Junior yelled at the top of his lungs.

"FATHER! GIL TACKLED ME AND SPILLED HIS BLOOD ON THE FLOOR!"

Less than two seconds passed, before Gil's 'father' was in the room. His face red with anger. "What is wrong with you boy?" He unsheathed his sword.

Gil couldn't escape, his brother was holding onto him with a death grip. "Please, pl-please." his whimpering came to death ears as his father started cutting away at his arms, and legs, and chest. They weren't deep cuts... yet, but they still drew blood and they stung like crazy.

Gil yelped in pain every time the sword connected with his body. It was a good thing Junior was holding him up because he was having a hard time doing that. Suddenly, Junior dropped him the ground and he landed face first onto the floor, his blood splashing onto his face.

"Clean yourself up and get outta here. You better be back before dark or I'll kill you." Gaston growled as he marched out of the room. Junior followed in a huff. Bronze must've arrived during his beating because he was beside Gil when he picked himself up.

"Awwww, Gil. Are you hurt? Need mummy to clean you up? Oh wait... she's dead. You killed her." Bronze cackled evilly, leaving Gil to his own devices.

Gil slowly trudged to the bathroom his mind a swirl of emotions. I didn't kill her. She defended me. I loved her. Gil silently cried in the bathroom for an hour as he cleaned the blood scattered across his face.

When Gil had cleaned himself up, and looked presentable, he made one thing clear. He was not coming back home. Rushing upstairs, Gil had packed everything he would ever need from the house before he climbed out his window. He didn't trust the front door, especially with a bag in his hands. He weaved his way through the darkest streets and alleyways, trying not to grab any thief's attention.

He arrived at Ursula's fish 'n chips. To the common person he seemed his usual self, happy, silly, an Auradon boy who seemed to forget he was on the Isle but to any keen observer, they could easily tell the hurt that he was trying to hide.

"Hey Gil! How was your walk?" Uma asked serving another plate to a customer.

Gil shrugged, "it could've been worse."

"How so?" Harry questioned sitting on a stool eyeing Gil over.

"I didn't get to... finish it, I was so worried about you guys," Gil laughed scratching the back of his head, "guess I should've known better."

Harry nodded his head. He knew what he meant. Cornelia was still out there and was probably going to come back for vengeance. Uma looked between the two of them. It was obvious she was being left out on a inside conversation.

"Um, guys, if theirs something you'd like to share?" Uma hinted.

"No captain. Nothing." Harry smiled sliding off his stool.

Uma frowned looking at Gil for help, but he just shrugged. Gil sighed sitting down on the stool placing his bag on the floor.

"Gil, what's with the bag hmm?" Harry questioned. Uma glanced over the counter and saw the bag that Harry was talking about.

"I, I was wondering if you'd let me sleep at the Lost Revenge tonight." Gil put on his best puppy dog expression pleading with his eyes.

"If it's not filled tonight, sure," Uma shrugged, "I don't see why you'd want to leave such a great family."

Gil almost scoffed but he caught himself in time.

Five Hours Later

"I'm sorry Gil. Too many little ones are here tonight, you could sleep on the hay in the dungeon but that'd be cruel." Uma sighed.

Gil's face turned pale as he clutched his bag tightly. It was ten. It was dark. It was night. "I'll sleep in the dungeon."

Uma laughed. "For real? What kind of friend would I be? Come back tomorrow, okay?"

I don't think I'm coming back at all. Gil ran away from the Lost Revenge until he arrived in an alley. He sat down on the ground as he cried into his shoulder. He was alone and no one would ever understand his pain. Gil sat like that for a few more minutes before he finally willed his feet to move to his fathers home. It took him a long time before he finally dragged his feet to the steps. The door swung open before he could knock. He was roughly dragged in by the hem of his collar.

Gaston didn't wait for Gil to get his bearings. He swung his fist into the face of his son. Gil stumbled back and turned to run but Junior and Bronze pushed him back.

"I've waited so long for this." Gaston smiled evilly as he drew his bow. He aimed it at Gil and shot it into Gil's leg.

Gil yelled in pain as he fell to the floor holding his leg. "Please father!"

Gaston walked up to groveling child and held his face up so that he could at him. "You are no son of mine." He finished it off by grabbing a knife with a light blue handle and stabbing it into Gil's stomach, he twisted it for added cries of pain. Gil slumped against Gaston too hurt to pick himself up.

Junior and Bronze grabbed Gil and flung him out the door. Gil toppled onto the ground in a heap. He had to get Uma, he couldn't live here...

"No. Stop! Gil is innocent! Leave him alone Gaston!" A young lady yelled as she hugged a whimpering child.

"Stop protecting him, he needs to learn, let him learn." Gaston had a knife with a light blue handle. "Move woman!"

"No!" She tackled Gaston to the floor and tried to wrestle the knife from his hands.

Three boys watched in horror as their mother tried to grab the knife from their father. Gaston's hand slipped and plunged straight into her heart. Silence. Gaston stared into his former lovers eyes as they closed for the final time.

NOOOOO. GIL! YOU KILLED HER! I WILL KILL YOU BOY!

Gil was scared to death. He ran out the door his father not far behind. "Gil! Gilll! Gil!"

"Gil!" Gil's hazy eyes flew open. Staring into the eyes of his captain, he saw the streaks of where her tears were. "Gil... I'm sorry. I didn't know. Forgive me please." She hugged his body to her, running her hands through his hair.

My bandanas gone... Gil thought to himself as he drifted unconscious once again.

Harry rushed to Uma fear written on his face. Pete trailed a little ways behind. "Uma! What happened? Who did this?" Harry placed Gil's head onto his coat that he had taken off in the amount of time it took him to take it off.

"Gaston!" Uma yelled placing Gil into Pete's care. She broke the door down to find Gaston sipping on beer and his brothers cleaning up the mess. Gaston was surprised to find Ursula's daughter and Captain Hook's son with deadly looks on their faces. "If you ever, lay a hand on Gil, I'll kill you."

"He's my son, I'll-"

"-die old man. I can't believe you. I should hook you." Harry spat scraping his hook on the wall for added emphasis.

Gaston closed his mouth. "Leave, and take Gil with you. I don't want to see him here again."

"Fine, but don't show your ugly mug around my shop ever again." Uma rushed out the door. "Harry, I need you to get Madame Gothel please. We'll be at the Lost Revenge."

Harry nodded. Wasting no time, Uma started the trek to her ship. Pete carried Gil, as Uma whispered to herself more than to Gil. "You'll live Gil. I promise." Gil was out cold with the knife still sticking in his stomach. Uma left it there because she didn't want him to bleed out. Same for the arrow in his right leg. Gil's dirty blonde hair swung freely with every step because she took his pony tail out.

Harry was running quickly until he spotted a figure in front of him. Cornelia.

"What do you want me love, a sorry," Harry frowned drawing his sword, "or a duel?"

"Neither," Cornelia walked up to him, "I want you."

Rough hands grabbed his arms as Cornelia placed the drugged cloth over his nose and mouth. Harry struggled futilely as his world turned into complete darkness.

Super long chapter. Yikes! Almost made that two chapters. Please review! Leave a prompt even I do all prompts, that make sense for this story.