A/N: Since the Isle of the Lost is essentially an anarchy ruled by villains who cursed a baby (Maleficent), attempted to murder their stepdaughters (Evil Queen), tried to kill and skin 99 puppies (Cruella De Vil), and manipulated and almost killed people in order to take over a kingdom (Jafar), I figure that -in theory- it would be a very terrible place. Of course, some of the topics that would come up in this type of a place are too mature for Disney Channel, since it's watched by a lot of kids. This story should follow canon, however, it will imply other events took place outside of what we are shown in the movies. I will be taking the books into consideration, but may choose to ignore "Wicked World" and many parts of the books due to their inconsistencies that sometimes come up with head cannon as well as my story. If you want to talk about second tier inconsistencies, I'd be happy to do that some other time, but this is simply a warning/explanation for the ideas/plot of this story. Thank you for reading!

Warning: There are mentions of abuse in this story. If you do not wish to read about that, please stop now.

Disclaimer: Descendants is property of Disney Channel. I make no claim to own the characters, and have only written this only with love for Descendants and its characters. Thank you.

Jay was running late. His alarm hadn't gone off, and Carlos had woken him up 5 minutes ago when he came back from walking Dude. It was Saturday, and Jay was supposed to be working out with Lonnie in the gym. They'd gotten close since he made her captain of ROAR, and they had been going the to gym to lift weights together twice a week.

"Hey, I was starting to think you weren't coming," Lonnie joked as Jay dumped his bag on the floor.

"Please, you know I can't miss this," he said grinning.

They got started, taking turns spotting one another on different free weights, machines, and finally the bench press. By the end of their work out, they were both drenched in sweat. Jay took a drink from his water bottle, and then poured the rest on his head. He almost lifted his shirt off, but then remembering Lonnie's presence, he stopped.

Noticing what he had been about to do, Lonnie said, "I don't mind if you take your shirt off, Jay." She blushed, "I mean, most of the guys do it after tourney, anyway." Thinking back, she realized that Jay never had. Surely she would have noticed that, right? Even if she had somehow missed shirtless Jay, she would have heard all about it from all the girls that were always swooning over him.

"That's okay," he said, turning to fill his water bottle back up at the drinking fountain.

"I never realized you were so self conscious," Lonnie teased.

Jay sighed, and raised an eyebrow before he nodded and took off his shirt. Lonnie had been wiping her face on a towel, but when she looked up she gasped. Jay had scars all over his chest and torso. Some of them wrapped around his side, indicating that his back was scarred too.

"What happened?" she asked in shock.

Jay looked down at his chest frowning, "Just my dad. Most of these are from years ago." He looked up at Lonnie and shrugged, "Mine actually aren't too bad. I was lucky that I could run out and avoid my dad's anger. Others can't."

Lonnie just stared, and tears began to form in her eyes. She couldn't understand how a parent could do that to their own kid.

"Maybe I should put my shirt back on," Jay said cautiously.

Lonnie tentatively reached out and ran her finger down the longest of Jay's scars. It began on his chest and continued underneath his left arm to his back. "How did you get this one?" she whispered.

Jay hesitated, unsure if he should trust Lonnie with insight about the island. How would she even react to this if she teared up at hearing that his and his friends' parents never made cookies for them? Then again, she did handle herself on the Isle pretty well. Besides, how else could he respond? Tell her he slipped on a banana peel and scraped up his chest? Seriously, what could he say? Anything about the Isle being comfortable or safe would be a complete lie. He sighed, "I was eight. I had tried to steal a vase for my dad's shop and got caught. I managed to escape home, but my dad was mad that I didn't have anything." He paused, deciding to spare her the details of how his dad had gone into a rage about Aladdin, genies, Auradon, and his incompetent imbecile of a son before throwing shrapnel and dishes at him. Lonnie seemed to be in shock from what he had said, so he tried to make the experience seem positive. "I had to steal for my dad's shop, but that gave me an excuse to stay out, so I was able to avoid some of his other rages." Lonnie looked up at him.

"You know that I... we would never let that happen to you now, right?" she said slowly.

He smiled noticing her slip up. "Yeah." Trying to change the subject, he asked, "So, wanna go grab some lunch? I hear the special today is pizza."

"Y-yeah, I'll meet you there. I, uh, need to change."

"Okay," Jay said calmly. He pulled his shirt on and grabbed his bag to head out. "I'll meet you there."

Jay knew that she didn't need to change. She went out to dinner with the fencing team in her workout clothes all the time. He wasn't going to push her though, so he headed to the cafeteria to grab their usual table.

Lonnie let out a breath of air after Jay left the weight room. She realized that the Villain Kids' lives on the island were rougher than they let on. She also knew that Jay had purposely left out how his dad had cut or burned him. The scar had been thick, but Lonnie didn't know how to recognize the different methods of injury from scars. Not to mention that she didn't know how Jay had been able to treat the injury. She knew she'd have to go change since that was her excuse from Jay, but she had another stop to make first.