"I don't see you like I should. You look so misunderstood. And I wish I could help. But it's hard when I hate myself."

Audrey's Point of View

Audrey was pacing cross and forth across her room, cursing herself for not getting Evie to drop the charges with her scare tactic.

Her granny was so ecstatic when Mal and Ben had broken up, but was disappointed because Audrey hadn't won him back yet.

Her granny lived with her and her parents and she was often a victim of her granny's verbal and sometimes even physical abuse.

They didn't call it abuse though, they called it discipline, even if there were bruises and welts left from the so called "licks" she received from all 3 authority figures living in her house, especially from her grandmother.

When Audrey told Queen Leah that Ben was pressuring her to have sex and thing were going further than she wanted them to, the response she received was, "A king's queen does whatever is asked of by him and does not question it. Do not complain to me about such nonsense again as it is your duty to satisfy him."

At that thought, an even more sour look crossed her face because she didn't want to think about what that conversation had led to.

She stared at Jane, who was sitting on the foot of her bed and practically yelled, "I can't believe that blue haired bitch is still pressing charges against Benny Boo!"

"Why is she doing that?" Jane asked Audrey. Jane had no clue about the situation, and was only in the princess' room to help her study for chemistry, though Jane wasn't great at it herself. However, when Audrey asked someone to do something, they did it, no questions asked. Jane was beginning to wonder, however, if Audrey had only asked her into her room because she was the closest thing she had to a real friend.

"She's claiming Doug raped her and that Ben taped the whole occurance! UGH!" exclaimed Audrey, "I just know she's lying. She just has to be. He wouldn't do that, would he?"

Audrey's voice had softened, but her breathing was becoming more rapid.

At this, Jane got up, walked over to Audrey, grabbed the princess's ice cold hands, and softly said, "First of all, Audrey. I need you to breathe and count to ten."

Audrey normally was not a person to do what she was told, but she knew Jane wasn't trying to come from a place of authority or dominance, but she was coming from a place of compassion and kindness, which was not something Audrey was used to.

After Audrey's breath had become more steady, Jane pulled the princess to the bed to sit down with her.

When they both sat down, Jane cupped Audrey's face and said, "Why are you so upset about the possibility that Ben had something to do with this?"

Audrey wanted to turn her stone cold face on, but she just couldn't. Her eyes started to water and she allowed a tear to fall from her face, "I don't know."

"That's okay." replied Jane in her soft, sweet voice, "but can I tell you something?" Audrey nodded, and Jane continued, "I think you do know why you're upset, and you're afraid to say it out loud."

Jane was prepared for Audrey to cuss at her or yell at her or slap her. What she wasn't prepared for was what happened.

Audrey wrapped her arms around Jane's shoulders and quiet tears fell down from Audrey's face on to Jane's shirt.

Jane was motionless at first, because she wasn't used to Audrey hugging her, but after a few minutes, Audrey felt her back being rubbed, as if telling her everything was going to be okay.

The truth was, deep down, Audrey believed Evie, but the reason she was so angry was because she had never felt brave enough to come forward and tell the truth.

Evie's Point of View

Evie awoke to the credits rolling and her head on Mal's shoulders. She smiled slightly at the sight of the beautiful purple-haired girl. However, the stinging on her arm reminded her of the altercation with Audrey and the fact that she had cut herself with one of the boys' razors. She lifted her head up slightly and looked around at her friends who she cared for dearly. Jay was looking at her with concern in his eyes and Carlos looked exhausted. Lonnie was focused on the credits.

Evie heard Jay clear his throat and ask, "Is Mal awake?"

"Yes," the purple haired girl mumbled.

"We all need to talk."

Panic rose in Evie's chest. She just knew this was about her. Her breathing was becoming more ragged with each breath until she felt Mal's hand gently rub her back and reply, "What's going on?"

"Evie, can you roll your sleeves up?" Jay asked.

Evie felt her face flush red and tears stream down her eyes. "Why the fuck would I do that?"

Mal looked at her best friend with concerned eyes, "Please baby girl, just roll them up. No one here is going to judge you."

Jay, Carlos, and Lonnie all nodded in agreement with Mal.

Reluctantly, Evie pulled up both of her sleeves, her arm filled with cuts and scars. Some were newer. Some were older. All of them were self-inflicted.

"I'm sorry. I...I'm sorry." is all Evie managed to say as she looked down and her tears fell from her beautiful eyes. The blue haired diva wanted nothing more than to run out of the room screaming, possibly even escape back to the isle but she knew that would be pointless.

Mal's Point of View

Mal had known Evie was self harming, but she didn't realize how bad it was. A small gasp left her mouth as Evie rolled up her sleeve.

"It's okay, Evie, it's okay." Mal said, looking at Evie, whose head was down.

"Does Fairy GodMother know about this?" Lonnie asked.

Evie just shook her head and mumbled, "I don't think so. And please don't tell her."

Lonnie looked Evie in the eyes and said, "Don't worry, I won't sweetie."

Mal grabbed Evie's hand, and rubbed circles on her thumb.

Then Carlos walked over to Evie, knelt down on his knees and lifted her chin up with his right hand. With tears starting to fill his eyes, he said, "Evie, you have to stop. Please. I, I don't want to be selfish, but you're scaring me. You're my sister and I love you. And I don't want you to hurt like this and I just want to take it away and I know I can't." Carlos's face was full of tears as he continued, "I just...I hate to see you in so much pain and I can't take it away. And I don't know what I would do if something ever happened to you..."

Hot, angry tears were now running down her face as she pushed Carlos' hand out of her face and let go of Mal's hand and harshly whispered, "Well, it's too late for that. Something terrible already did happen. A look of shock crossed all their faces, and Evie quickly ran out of the room.

Carlos quickly crawled into his and Jay's shared closet, mumbling, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," where Jay and Mal both knew he would stay until he felt safe.

Shocked silence covered the room and Jay was the first one to break it, "Well, that didn't go over well."

"N-no it didn't." Mal replied, "Do you think Carlos is going to be okay?"

Jay looked at Mal, his dark eyes, distant, appearing cold to anyone who didn't know him, "I don't know. I hope so." After a few more minutes of silence, not looking at anyone, he said, "I think it's best if you both go."

"But Jay," Lonnie started to reply as she stood up.

"Don't fight him," Mal interrupted, "He needs time to be alone and to help Carlos. Just grab whatever you brought here and let's go.

Lonnie was tempted to debate the topic further until she saw tears glistening in Mal's eyes, something everyone knew was a rare occurance.

After they left the room, Lonnie started to walk with Mal. Once they got to Lonnie's room, Mal didn't even look up and said, "Just go to sleep. I'll check on Evie, okay?"

However, by the time she reached their shared room, Evie was nowhere to be found.

Mal quickly sent out a text to Evie. When about thirty minutes had passed and she hadn't received a response, she texted Carlos, Jay and Lonnie about the situation.

Normally, Evie being gone for a while wouldn't bother her, but the condition she was in lately had Mal worried. Evie didn't need to be alone right now. But she hadn't followed her like she should have the minute she left, and she deeply regretted it.

She received texts back from both Jay and Lonnie. Carlos was probably still hiding in his and Jay's shared closet.

Lonnie's text read: She probably just needs to be alone right now, Mal. Try not to worry too much XOXO

Jay's read: I'm kind of busy trying to coax Carlos out of the closet, Mal. Do you think you can handle this?

Mal replied to both of them with a thumbs up emoji.

I'll just have to handle this myself. Mal thought to herself. She grabbed her phone, and quickly walked out of her room, searching for any place Evie might be hiding. There was no luck.

Desperate, she texted Jane, who Evie sometimes hung out with: You haven't seen Evie, have you?

Jane responded to her quickly telling her she hadn't seen Evie at all that day.

Shit. Mal thought to herself. There was usually only one place Evie would go off campus past curfew. And that was the Enchanted Lake.

She quickly shot a text to Jay and told him she was heading off campus to find Evie.

Jay's Point of View

After Mal and Jay had left his and Carlos' shared dorm, he walked over to the closet where Carlos was hiding.

He knelt down and looked at his best friend and said, "Hey buddy, you know she didn't mean that right? She didn't mean to hurt you, little duck"

Carlos just shook his head, hands around his knees as he rocked back and forth, repeatedly saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Jay knew Carlos wasn't mad at Evie, he was just having a panic attack brought on by the sudden change in temperament. It angered Jay that Evie had hurt Carlos like this, but he also knew it wasn't on purpose.

"Carlos, come on, little duck," Jay persisted, reaching his arm out to Carlos' shoulder, which he rubbed ever so gently, "You have to breathe. You can beat this attack. You've done it so many times before just like we all have. This feeling won't last forever. You know that."

Carlos' breaths became more steady as Jay sat next to him and rubbed his shoulder. A lot of times, when Carlos had a panic attack, this was exactly what he needed: someone to sit with him until it was over.

He was still upset about the situation though, so when he received a text from Mal telling him she couldn't find Evie, he sighed and sent an unemotive text back.

At the sound of Jay's phone going off, Carlos looked up, breathing becoming less ragged and asked, "W-Who was t-t-that?"

"Don't worry about it, little duck." Jay responded, "Are you okay?"

Carlos nodded and started to get up, tears still in his eyes from the state of panic he was in just moments before, "I-I'm f-fine, I t-think. I-I-I just n-need s-some water," Carlos replied as headed to their mini-fridge to grab a cold bottle.

After shutting the fridge and chugging a few sips, he grabbed his phone, which was charging next to his bed, and saw the text from Mal saying she couldn't find Evie.

"J-Jay, did you get a text from Mal telling you she couldn't find Evie? Was that what you wouldn't tell me?" Carlos, asked, a hint of anger and betrayal in his eyes.

Jay looked back at the slightly younger boy with soft eyes, "I didn't want to upset you."

"Well, it's kind of too late for that, Jay," Carlos replied, angrily, grabbing a sweatshirt and putting on a pair of tennis shoes.

"Where are you going?" Jay asked, worry in his voice.

"I'm going to help Mal find Evie."

"Are you sure? What about what happened earlier?"

"I don't give a fuck about that. That happens sometimes. To all of us. And she wasn't trying to hurt me, Jay. She's my best friend. And if she does something, or something happens to her..." Carlos trailed off, tears brimming in his eyes for what felt like the billionth time that week.

At this, Jay walked over to Carlos' hands and said, "I'm coming with you too, then."

"So you're not mad at Evie?"

The long-haired boy's eyes softened and he replied, "I was never mad at Evie. I was mad at the situation. I hate to see any of you hurting. And I hate it even more when I can't fight what's hurting you for you."

Carlos' Point of View

Carlos nodded as he knew what Jay said was true. Jay was very protective of all four of them. He was the biggest and oldest of the four of them. He protected them, even when they didn't think any of them needed protecting. Mal was the one who fought Jay the most on this. But Mal, fiesty as she was, still had people she couldn't fight off herself, despite having Maleficent as a mother.

Therefore, after Jay had grabbed a jacket and put it on, and started walking out the door. He stayed a couple steps ahead of Jay because he didn't want Jay to try and talk to him again until after they found Evie and knew she was safe. He was still pretty angry Jay lied about the text that was sent to him.

Lying was one of the things that angered Carlos more than anything. His entire childhood was full of people lying to him, especially his mother. So, when someone lied to him, no matter how small or big the lie was, especially when that lie came from someone he trusted. And Jay was the one person he trusted more than anyone else in the world, so this lie hurt a lot worse than most lies did.

Carlos was comforted by the sound of Jay's footsteps behind them, though, as he knew Jay wasn't going to let him be alone. With that thought, he smiled softly as they reached the hallway that held Mal and Evie's dorm.

When they reached the dorm however, the door was cracked open.

"Mal," Carlos called, "You in there?"

When there was no response, they walked in the room, and didn't see Mal anywhere.

"Did she text you again, Jay?" Carlos questioned.

Jay's Point of View

At this, Jay shrugged and pulled his phone from his pocket. Carlos was right, per usual, there was a text from Mal that said: I can't find Evie. No one has seen her. I think she's at the Enchanted Lake.

Jay then read the text aloud, and wondered out loud, "Should we go get Fairy Godmother?"

"No!" Carlos exclaimed, "We will find Mal. And we'll find Evie. She will be okay. We don't need Fairy Godmother to get involved because they might get in trouble for sneaking off campus. And the last thing any of us needs is more trouble, Jay."

"Okay, you're right little duck. Let's go find our friends."

Evie's Point of View

Evie hated how awful she had just treated her friends, especially Carlos. She knew all of her friends just wanted to help her but she knew there was no help for her. She was a loser, pathetic and alone.

The old Evie would have never have snapped at Carlos like that or stomped out of the room. The old Evie would never have cut her own skin. The old Evie was kind and forgiving, not callous and bitter. But something had changed within her and she felt as if nothing would ever be the same.

Everyone hates me. And they have every right to. I don't deserve love. I don't deserve anyone. I was such a dick to Carlos when all he was trying to do was be a friend and I acted like a heartless monster to me. He'll never forgive me. And neither will Jay. Mal thinks I'm weak and Lonnie probably hates me for being such a freak. I deserved what happened to me. I deserved it. I deserve everything bad that happens to me. But the one thing I don't deserve is to live.

These thoughts raced through her mind as she ran back to her and Mal's shared room. When she arrived at their shared dorm, she quickly decided she wouldn't be staying there tonight. She grabbed her backpack and jammed it full of clothes, a couple of razor blades she had hidden and a few other necessities. She then quickly changed into a blue hoodie, gray sweatpants, and a pair of tennis shoes.

After that, she quickly ran out of her room, out of her hallway, out of the building, and eventually off campus. She had no clue where she was running until she reached her destination. There she was: the castle that belonged to the Beast and Belle.

She wanted nothing more than to let out a loud, horrific scream, but she couldn't. Not then, not right now. So, instead, she dropped her bag down, and grabbed one of the razor blades she had. She quickly rolled up one of her sleeves and cut her wrist horizontally, blood pouring from the wound. Then, she grabbed a piece of paper she had in her bag, and wrote "You'll regret this," in blood.

After she dressed the cut up with a couple lose bandages she had in her backpack, she looked at the note she had written in blood. Although she was very tempted to put it in the mailbox that belonged to the castle, she eventually decided not to because she saw a feminine figure with beautiful red hair looking out a window from a bay window on the second floor. Belle was staring directly at her.

Because this terrified Evie, so much, she crumpled up the paper, put it back in her backpack and quickly zipped it off. Then, she quickly ran off and knew just where she was headed next: the one place no one could fuck up.

It was the place Mal had shown her soon after they had arrived and Mal had successfully tricked Ben into falling her. Her and Mal spent many days and nights sitting in the gazebo, and Evie would sometimes want to go swimming, but she never would because she knew Mal didn't know how to swim.

When she arrived at the place she was headed to, she realized her breathing was frantic, so she quickly sat down on the gazebo fronting the Enchanted lake and let herself breathe. She laughed to herself as she found that ironic because for the past hour or so, all she had wanted to do was stop breathing.

After she had regained her breath, she put her backpack down. Her mind was racing, but she knew exactly what she was about to do as she stared. She untied her shoes one at a time and kicked them off. She then opened her backpack and searched for a blank sheet of paper and a pen. Once found, she quickly scribbled an "I'm sorry," on a piece of paper and stuck her bag on the paper so it stayed there.

She looked down at the wrist she had cut earlier. It was still bleeding, but the blood had slowed down considerably, which was surprising, considering the blue-haired princess hadn't taken any time to properly clean or bandage it.

That didn't really matter though, considering what she was about to do. Her phone buzzed and she simply ignored it as she had been doing since she left her dorm. She was tempted to throw her phone in the lake, but quickly realized her phone still had evidence of Doug harassing her.

She knew that would help whatever case they could build once they found her bag and her.

She stood up and slowly started walking to the enchanted lake. Her body was eventually engulfed by the water and naturally, she held her breath, but slowly, she opened her mouth to let the water fill her lungs.

She didn't try to fight it as this is what she craved. Darkness soon enveloped her, and she felt someone pull her up and out. At first, she thought she was ascending into heaven. Or possibly descending into hell. But all she saw was black until she felt hands on her chest and someone breathing life back into her.

Coughing up water, she looked up to see who the person who had just saved her was. She thought it might be Mal, or possibly Jay, Carlos, or possibly even Lonnie.

Who she didn't expect to be leaning over her pale, limp body was the mother of one of her worst enemies. But there she was, Queen Belle in all her beauty. She was wearing a pale yellow nightgown, some yellow slippers and her hair was up in a messy bun.

"B-Belle?" Evie questioned, her voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.

"Shh. Rest your voice. It's going to need it after the damage that's been done to it from the water."

At this, Evie nodded her head and felt herself being carried bridal style by the queen. Before they could walk off, Evie said, "G-gazebo...m-y stuff..."

Belle nodded and said, "Don't worry, I'll get it."

Belle carried her to the gazebo and grabbed her bag, to which she questioned, "P-phone?"

"I just put it in your bag. Now, rest your voice, okay?"

Evie simply nodded and let her head rest on Belle's surprisingly muscular shoulder.

Belle's Point of View

"ALL I KNOW IS THAT LITTLE BLUE HAIRED BITCH IS LYING ABOUT OUR SON AND DOUG BELLE! THEY'RE GOOD BOYS! AURADON BOYS! THEY WOULDN'T DO THAT!" Beast all but roared.

Ben had gone to bed, and Belle and the Beast were in there bedroom. The queen was sitting in the bay window, secretly wishing she could magically disappear from the castle she felt trapped in.

Belle whispered, "We don't know that. We don't know what they're capable of."

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?" The Beast was raging.

"I think you heard me," Belle replied, voice growing slightly stronger, then looked at the Beast with sad eyes and said, "I think it's best if you sleep in another room tonight."

"But.." Beast's demeanor had softened and his eyes started to water.

"Beast, you know I love you, but I can't be around you when you're angry. Please go sleep somewhere else for tonight."

Reluctantly, he grabbed his phone and a couple of other things and went to sleep in one of the many other rooms their castle held.

Belle felt tears glisten in her eyes as she turned around and looked out the bay window. When she first had heard the news that Evie was accusing Doug of raping her and Ben of video taping it, she was heartbroken. She had felt heartbroken before. Her heart had broken when Mal and Ben had broken up. That girl had started to become like a daughter to her and Evie would often come around as well when they had to help Mal pick out a dress to wear, as Mal had a very unique style. But the heartbreak she felt at that break-up was nothing she felt when she found out her son had been accused of something horrific. Not only was she heartbroken, she was livid at the thought of someone accusing her son of something so heinous. But the more she thought about it, the more it made sense.

The way Ben acted around girls always made her feel uneasy, but she always shrugged it off as typical teenage boy stuff. The way Ben forced Audrey to hold hands and publicly display their affection, the way he hit on almost every girl he saw, even when he was dating someone, the time before the VK's arrived, she found him pinning Audrey down on the couch kissing her despite her struggles to get free until she coughed and he finally stopped (and when she told Beast about it, he had said how his son was just a normal teenage boy)...it all was starting to make sense. And she didn't think it came naturally to her son. The way Doug and sometimes Chad would treat girls sickened her, but they were some of the only boys who would hang out with Ben without asking for anything, seeing as they both got whatever they wanted. Ben was her son, her baby, no matter what happened or what he did, which is why she was so angry when he was accused.

However, the more she thought about it, the less angry she became with Evie for accusing her son and the more angry she became with herself for raising a son who committed such horrible actions. She didn't want to believe her son was capable of something so horrific, but she knew deep down everyone was capable of evil. She started to blame herself. Maybe she didn't spend enough time with her son growing up, and gave him too much. Maybe she never should have married Beast. She should have stayed in that humble little house she grow up in with her father. But she didn't and these were the consequences of her actions.

Belle still wasn't used to the powers of being queen or the fact that she was technically rich. Growing up poor, she kind of understood what some of the VK's had gone through, which was why she was growing more understanding of them each and every day. Of course, her father loved her unconditionally and she hadn't been the victim of abuse from her parents, which was something she knew the VK's had struggled with. None of them had said it, but you could tell from the way they flinched when someone went to touch them.

As these thoughts traced her mind, she noticed a thin, frail figure in the courtyard next to their mailbox. She gasped, shocked at first, but quickly realized it wasn't anyone who would do any harm. The figure looked ghostly pale with beautiful blue hair. After squinting, she quickly realized it was Evie, who at that moment looked up at the window and ran off in the direction of the Enchanted Lake.

Shit. Belle thought. I have to find her.

She wanted to find the princess and talk to her, so she quickly put on a pair of slippers to go with her nightgown. As quietly but quickly as possible, she left her room, heading down the stairs, and walking out of the castle, not telling a single soul where she was headed.

She quietly followed the trail to the Enchanted Lake. She didn't want to take the chance of accidentally spooking the poor girl.

By the time she reached the lake, the girl was nowhere in sight, but she noticed the gazebo had something on it, so she walked to it, and saw the backpack with a piece of paper under it. She picked the bag up and read the note. All it read was, "I'm sorry."

Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Belle thought to herself. She's trying to drown herself.

Once Belle comprehended the reality of the situation, she walked into the water to try and find the daughter of Grimhilde. That was a conversation Belle did NOT want to have, especially considering she didn't think the evil queen knew about the allegations that had been made. When the water was deep enough she put her head under and tried her best to look for the girl. It was completely dark under the water other than the light of the stars and moon shining on the water and she came close to giving up. That was until her face saw a glimmer of blue hair.

She swam to the girl, and grabbed her by the arms. Belle was surprised by her own strength as she exited the water and laid the her down on the shore and performed CPR. When the girl coughed up water, she let out a sigh of relief. The girl was breathing again. She picked her up bridal style and carried her.

Belle was surprised at how light the girl was out of the water, even with clothes drenched. She would be sure to find out what that was about.

When the princess tried to speak to her, she would just quietly shush her. After she grabbed the girl's bag and made sure to put her phone in it, she started walking to Auradon Prep with Evie in her arms and her bag on her shoulder.

When she reached the end of the trail that led back to the city and eventually the school, to her surprise, she heard someone yell, "What the fuck are you doing with her?"

The voice sounded familiar and as she kept walking she found the origin of it: Mal.

"I..I found her...I think she tried to..." Belle was shaken up, not able to finish her sentence.

Mal's Point of View

Mal wanted nothing more than to scream at Belle, to yell at her and ask her why she and Evie were drenched in water and why she was carrying her best friend. But deep down, she knew the answer.

So, her voice softened as she walked toward the queen and she asked, "Is...is she breathing?"

Belle simply nodded.

There was an unspoken agreement between the two of them that they would head to Auradon Prep. When they finally reached the campus grounds, they ran into Jay and Carlos, who were headed to the lake to find the two of them. Not even focusing on the queen, their eyes landed on Evie.

When Mal noticed this, she said, "She's okay, guys. She's okay."

Belle finally spoke up, "We need to take her to your dorm, okay? And I think it's protocol to call Fairy Godmother. But I don't know if we should."

Jay cleared his throat and responded, looking at both Carlos and Mal, "I think we should get her involved. She knows about everything. And I don't think she wants to get anyone in anymore trouble."

They quietly walked until they arrived at Mal and Evie's dorm, where after calling Fairy Godmother, Belle quickly said, "Dry her off and put some warm, dry clothes on her." After they nodded, she continued on, "I guess I'll go back to my castle."

Mal looked at her softly and said, "I don't know if we're the same size, but you can borrow some of my pajamas. Bottom drawer. Left side.

Belle looked at Mal tearfully and whispered, "Thanks."

After changing into a pair of black pajamas from Mal's chores, she started to head out the door until she heard Carlos' voice, barely above a whisper, "Stay. At least until she gets here."

Belle nodded her head and sat awkwardly on the foot of one of the girls' beds until she heard a knock on the door. As the kids were helping Evie get changed and warming her up, she went to open the door. It was Fairy Godmother, who looked at her, a questioning look in her eyes.

"Things got kind of bad with Beast, again tonight. I saw Evie in our yard and when she saw me staring out the window, she ran to the Enchanted Lake…I found her...I didn't know what to do..."

"Belle, it's okay, you did the right thing." Fairy Godmother replied, walking in the room, "Do you want me to notify Beast?" It was a question Fairy Godmother already knew the answer to, but wanted to ask anyway, just in case.

"No. This poor girl has suffered enough...I just...wish we could help her."

"I'm afraid there are no magic potions that can cure what she's feelings. Perhaps we should contact her mother if she so wishes."

"Perhaps," Belle replied, her voice still shaking.

"Relax, Belle. You're okay." Fairy Godmother replied, "Where are they?"

Belle sat down at the foot of the bed, "They're helping Evie get changed in the bathroom...I figured the less people in there, the better."

At that moment, Jay walked out of the bathroom, and said, "She's almost in dry clothes...she just can't stand the sight of me right now."

Belle walked over to Jay, touched his face and looked at him with sad eyes. "I promise it's not you, sweetie. She's just scared."

Jay solemnly nodded and went to sit down on the floor, tears almost filling his eyes.

Evie's Point of View

Evie woke up to someone carrying her, and it wasn't Belle. It was a man and she started to panic, tears falling from her eyes and her breath raggedy.

The person only carried her for a few moments, but it felt like forever. She squinted and thought she noticed three familiar figures, but she wasn't sure.

After she had been sat down on a cold floor, she felt someone pulling at her clothes. She tried to kick and scream but couldn't.

Then she heard a soft voice say, "It's us, Evie. It's okay. It's just us."

The voice came from Mal and the princess' eyes opened a little wider.

Her breathing became more steady as she realized it was just Mal, Jay and Carlos. Jay was trying to help take her shoes and socks off, but she flinched at his touch. He looked hurt at this reaction and walked up and left the room.

"Jay...wait...i'm…."

"It's okay, Eves," Carlos told her, grabbing her hand as Mal worked on lifting her shirt off, "He's not mad at you...he just...he wants to protect us from everything and he can't always do that."

Evie simply nodded, eyes tempted to shut again.

After Mal and Carlos had helped her change into a pair of soft, warm pajamas, they headed back into the room, Evie being held up by both of them.

Evie was surprised to see Fairy Godmother upon entering her room and was also surprised that Belle was still there.

She was quickly laid down on her bed and covered with her favorite comforter. Normally, it would be hard for her to sleep in the presence of so many people, but she quickly found her eyes shutting again as whispers still filled the room.

Eventually, she felt the warmth of a purple-haired kissing her cheek and embracing her body. She knew deep down, that tomorrow wouldn't be a good day because of everything that had happened. But at least right now, she had Mal, and that was enough to make her sleep soundly for the rest of the night.