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works/11340729.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      descendants_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Jay/Carlos_de_Vil, mal/evie
  Character:
      Jay, Carlos, Mal, Evie, Ben, basically_everyone
  Series:
      Part 1 of Misadventures_of_Desendants
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-29 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1151
****** Misuse of a Teenage Life ******
by Artistvsworld
Summary
     On the Isle of the Lost, there are no first born children. All of
     them were taken by the order of King Adam to be raised in Auradon.
     Well, almost all. Carlos was left behind, and his life on the island
     has left him in the unmerciful hands of Cruella, leaving him mute and
     afraid. Mal was also left behind, with a fiery passion, burning rage,
     and almost no social skills. Mal and Evie will have their story told,
     but for now, Jay and Carlos begin their journey.
Notes
     Hello readers! This is the first story I've posted on ao3, but not
     the first one I've written. I'll be updating as I get chapters done,
     which with school and writing several other stories will be long
     periods of time between chapters. This story was inspired by a
     tumbler prompt, as well as another work on ao3 named Detours. A great
     story and I'd recommend reading it. Anyways, read on and enjoy this
     lovely and messed up world I've written!
Carlos enjoyed the feeling of the wind. Tonight it was storming, and Carlos
wanted to feel the rain and wind on his skin. He closes his eyes and sits
calmly on the roof of an old, decrepit warehouse.

Why can't everything feel as good as this?
Carlos sighs, gathering himself back to reality as he jumps off the roof. It
was time for him to go back home. Back to Cruella.
Slowly, he makes his way through the city and market. He stops by the back of
the bakery and grabs a big bag of stale, slightly molded bread. It was a waste
to leave it there. No sense in wasting perfectly good food. Making the mental
note to hide the bag in his secret food stash outside, he treks forward to his
supposed home.
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As soon as he walks in, Cruella uses the back of her hand to deliver a tooth
breaking smack across Carlos' cheek, causing the affected skin to turn an angry
red with the small imprints of Cruella's rings already beginning to bruise.
"Where the hell have you been you useless brat!?"
She already knows I won't speak, so why is she bothering to ask?
The woman shakes her head dismissively. "Nevermind that. You better get your no
good ass to the room before they leave." She gestures to the open bedroom door
and Carlos can see the man sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing his hands
together in an impatient manner.
"Then again you find it better when they smack you around huh?," She cackles,
slowly lowering herself into her animal skin covered chair.
No I don't like it, but it's not like I'll ever say that. If I were to make any
noise, (whether that be of pleasure or otherwise) you and this man would both
make my life even more of a living hell than it already is.
Carlos had no choice in this, so he hesitantly stepped into the room. The man
stood and closed the door. As Carlos looked out into the living room, he could
see the woman who should be protecting him laughing to herself and mumbling.
Please let it be quick. Please let it be quick. Please let it be quick.
The man smirked and began removing his leather belt. Apparently, slow and
painful was the route they would be taking. The last thing Carlos could think
about coherently was where he had last put the first aid kit.
ーーーーーーーーーーーーーーーー
The sun comes up too soon. Not to mention it was annoying the have the bright
light shine into his personal space. Carlos slowly rolls off his mattress and
pulls his clothing on. Only as he begins to walk out the door into the outside
world does he notice the envelope on the kitchen counter.
He grabs the envelope and carefully opens it to read the letter that's enclosed
within the paper barrier.
Carlos nearly drops the paper as he reads.
Why does the King want to see me?
After reading, he stuffs the letter inside his jacket and opens the door. He
knew exactly where he was going now. If he was going to make a decision, he
would need some help.
ーーーーーーーーーーーーーーーーー
Carlos couldn't tell who was more surprised when the door opened: him or the
Evil Queen. He hands the letter off to the woman and steps inside, being sure
to avoid her touching him in even the smallest capacity. She closed the door
and began reading, and as she read Carlos made sure to stay standing. No need
to cause problems right now.
After reading, she looks up with wide eyes. "Carlos... you have to do this."
Why does she care what I do and don't do?
Even with his thoughts rolling around in his head, Carlos has no intention of
voicing his own opinions, so he settles with a shrug of response.
"If you go, you'll have so much more in Auradon than here... There are
opportunities you'll have there that aren't available here on the island. Even
with losing Evie... the one thing that makes it bearable is the fact that...
she has a good life in Auradon." She looks at Carlos with those pleading,
glossy eyes, and Carlos can't help but to agree. Anything would be better than
here with Cruella.
“Please. I want you to get away, to be safe.”
Ok. I'll go.
He nods slowly, twisting the sleeve of his jacket. The Evil Queen smiled in a
way that would lead one to believe she had never committed a crime a day in her
life; it was a sweet, gentle, almost loving smile. She handed the letter back
to Carlos and spoke.
“Looks like you have some packing to do.”

ーーーーーーーーーーーーーーーーー
Carlos had finished packing days before he was set to leave for Auradon, and
much to his surprise, nothing had happened in those next passing days. His
chores were done, Cruella didn't yell at or hit him, and he even got a reprieve
from his… less than savory of forced activities.
As he grabbed the small trash bag containing his entire life, he almost found
himself wanting not to go. Carlos was leaving his home, his island, for
something he wasn't sure he even wanted it that he could handle. Looking out
into the living room, noticing his sleeping mother in her chair, he shook his
head and clung to his “luggage”.
I have to leave. There's no other option.
Slowly, he crept through the living room and to the front door. Carlos slowly
turned the doorknob, and once the door opened… he fled.

ーーーーーーーーーーーーーーーー
Jay sighed. This was ridiculous. He loved Evie, really he did, but her offering
him up for something he wasn't sure he even wanted was…. Well that was Evie for
you.
He looked at Evie, who was currently bouncing in her seat from excitement.
Typical Evie. Jay stared out the window of the the hospital, then he turned to
Evie.
“E, how come we couldn't go in the car with Fairy Godmother and Anita?” Now
that his question was out, he almost felt stupid for asking. Of course they
couldn't go. The Isle of the Lost was filled with criminals.
“Well, aside from the obvious, I honestly don't know. They were going to send
us with Fairy Godmother instead of Anita, but my dad decided that it would be a
good idea to send Anita. Maybe he decided that would probably make it easier
for Cruella’s kid. Maybe they've at least seen her in pictures or something.”
Jay had never thought of it like that.
Jay couldn't stand sitting for so long. Hours of pent up energy were just
aching to be let loose. That was until he heard a car pull up outside.
“You ready for this E?” Jay stood, and Evie followed suit, walking out the
doors beside Jay.
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