ahh its the last confession

there might be another chapter after this but idk fs yet

tw for physical abuse, suicide attempt, self harm and swearing

Everyone sat in complete silence for a few minutes, while Ben and Mal stayed locked in a hug, whispering to each other. Finally, Mal pulls away from her boyfriend and returned to her seat at the end of the couch.
"Well, as fun as this has been, I'm done talking." She glanced over at Carlos on the opposite side of the couch. He looked like he was getting ready to make a run for it. Jay noticed this too, and wrapped his arms around the boy next to him.
"Carlos?" Jay mumbled. Only he had heard the full story of what really happened. Not even Mal and Evie. Just him, and he didn't know which version of it the younger boy would tell.

"Um, m-my mom made me work around the house a ton. And if I did… one fucking thing wrong, I'd get hit. Or get stuff thrown at me. Or she'd lock me in the pantry, where my bed was, where it was completely dark and there were bear traps all over the floor." Carlos fidgeted while he spoke, sitting with his legs crossed on the couch.
"She didn't really love me. Never, not once, did I have any fun moments with her. She was always home, because she didn't have friends. No one liked her, and she took it out on me. A-and…" He glanced up at Jay. Did he really want to say this? Jay nodded slowly, even though he knew he couldn't handle it just listening.

"She would beat me everyday. No breaks. She'd constantly scream at me and throw things like empty wine bottles and knives. And then when I was too tired to fight it anymore, she'd drag me to the window of our apartment and insist I jump. That she didn't want me to be alive." Carlos spoke, his voice breaking little by little.

"I did… I did jump. Every time she asked me to. We were about 15 feet up, so I probably broke a few bones, maybe got a concussion or two over the years, but I didn't die. Then, she'd lock me out of the house. Sometimes, if it was really bad outside, or I was really hurt, I'd go to Jay's." Carlos motioned his hand towards Jay, sitting to the left of him, while brushing the tear from his cheek, embarrassed .

"But it got to the point, a few months before you guys came and saved us, that in addition to my mother's scars… I started adding a few of my own. I never tried to kill myself on the Isle, but I've tried a couple times here. Jay and Diego, my cousin, are the only ones that ever found out."

Carlos snuck a peek at Evie and Mal's faces. They looked horrified. It was all too much. He buried his hands in his face and started to sob.

"It's okay, C." Jay held his best friend. He remembered catching Carlos on the roof the night they failed to steal the wand from the museum for the first time.

He just sat in Jay's arms and sobbed like a little kid.