Evie POV

(7 years ago)

"Evelyn! Where are you!" My mother yells at me. I was 10 at the time. "Coming mother!" I say as I walk out of my room. "Evelyn, what have you done to your face? I sent you up there to make yourself presentable, then you come down here, looking like this. I'm so disappointing."

"I'm sorry mom. I'll go back and try again."

"You better. You can't leave this house till I think you deserve it. And no dinner for you!" She screams at me and slams the door to her room. I run back upstairs to my room, crying. Across my bedroom, there is a big mirror hanging on the wall. It feels like the mirror is mocking me, showing me that I'll never be the fairest of them all and never find my prince. 'C'mon Evie, you can do it. Mother has to be proud of me.' I sit down at my desk, wiping my makeup off. I apply my foundation, contour, eye shadow, mascara, eyeliner and blush. Hopefully she'll think I look at least doable.

"Mother, is this okay?"

"Hmm. Let me look." She walks up to me and grabs my face. "I guess this will have to do. Now go. Leave my sight." I walk out of the house, trying to walk in grace. My mom makes me walk in the tallest heels we can find on the Isle. Other than the heels, I'm wearing my blue top with lace sleeves, a black short leather skirt with fishnet tights underneath. Even though we live on an island, I still need to be the best dressed person, second to my mom, here.

"Hey Evie! She released you into the world. Finally! We have to go meet up with the group. Jay was able to steal some food!" Carlos runs over, tugging on my arm. I smile at him, he's so adorable.

"Alright 'Los. Let's go."

While we are walking towards our secret hide out, Carlos's tree house, Queenie, the Queen of Hearts' daughter, comes out of a alley.

"Oh lookie here. Isn't it the blandest of them all, and her little runt. I see EQ finally let you out of the castle. Such a shame, now everyone's gonna see your ugly face. How about you go back to your mommy and tell her not to feed you, looks like you're putting on a bit of weight. Wait, did I say a bit? More like a lot! What are you now, 300 pounds?" She says.

"Well isn't it Meanie. How about you leave her alone? She has done nothing to you. Just because your head is as big as the Auradon people's egos, doesn't mean you have a right to be cruel. Evie is beautiful." Carlos says. I sigh, he's always sticking up for me. Since he's only nine, he doesn't understand that we are villains and supposed to be mean and cruel.

"Shut up, runt. Shouldn't you be back home being Cruella's personal slave and punching bag? Or does she not know that you're out here. I might just have to visit her and let her know that her pup disobeyed her." She starts walking towards Hell Hall. I can't have her tell on Carlos. She'll kill him! I run and jump on her back. She starts screaming. "Get off me!" I start pulling on her hair, making her scream louder. She starts falling on the ground. I start punching her.

"Evie! Look out!"

He tries to warn me, but its too late. Queenie pulls out a dagger and stabs me in the side. I scream and roll off of her. She gets up and runs off. Carlos runs over to me, ripping a piece of his shirt, putting it on the wound. I can hear him talking to me as I fade out.

"Evie! Evie! Wake up! You have to-!"

I hear him screaming as I close my eyes, falling into unconsciousness.

(Present Time)

"After that, all I remember is waking up in the tree house. Carlos and Mal sitting next to me, holding my hand." I finish my story. The AK's are looking at me with concern. "I can't believe that happened to you. Did she ever do anything like that after?" Lonnie asks. "Yea. Many times. She saw that I survived the stabbing and was very pissed. So she tried other ways. Stabbing, poison, drowning, and other things. But I had my friends. So I survived all of it."

"But wait. You said Carlos stood up for you. The Carlos we met was very jumpy, and full of fear. I mean, he did stand up to his mother. But that took a lot of courage." Audrey asks.

I look at Carlos, he's looking down. "I used to be very brave. I grew up with Cruella, I couldn't be scared. But that all changed when-" He stops. "You don't have to tell your story yet, Baby. It's okay. Mal? Can you go next? You're the only other person that can keep calm during your story."

"Sure. I guess I'll tell the story of when I met Uma and Harry."