What I Want

Chapter 1: I Want You

There will be plenty of lemons throughout this story, this first chapter included, so be aware of that. If that isn't your thing, then maybe this story isn't for you.

There will also be some violence throughout the story, so if you are sensitive to blood, gore, and even abuse, this may also not be for you.

The other thing I mustmention is that there will be someone in this story with PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder). I have never written anything so serious in my life, so I first of all want to apologize to anyone who may feel I do not write about accurately. I do not intend on offending anyone, so I apologize if I do. If you have an issue with the way I display it, please let me know so I can learn to write about it better and such. I want to be a sensitive to this as possible. I worked tirelessly to write about to the best of my ability. I just ask that you don't make me feel bad about it. I know it is an anxiety disorder. Having an anxiety disorder of my own, although different, I know that reading about it can cause some issues, and that is the last thing I want to do. So making me feel bad about will give me anxiety. I'm having anxiety just writing about it. I don't take this stuff lightly. So please understand that I will be careful about it.

I also must write this disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN DESCENDENTS OR ANY RIGHTS TO ITS CHARACTERS OR ANY OTHER ASPECTS OF THE MOVIE AND BOOK. ALL RIGHTS AND ASPECTS BELONG TO DISNEY AND MELISSA DE LA CRUZ. I OWN NOTHING!

Lastly, I must thank my first beta, MistressTerrible for her time and effort in helping me edit Chapters 1 & 2. Her advice was essential to my first two chapters. I could not have the story I do without her. I also must thank my current beta, Death of a Dark Angel, for currently assisting me from Chapter 1 to present and for giving me advice that I don't think I could have written this story without. So thank you to the both of them. Anyway, enough babble, here is Chapter 1!

The sunset painted the sky a magnificent arrangement of colors, surrounding Ben and Mal. They were basking in the setting sun's warmth, lying side by side together on a soft blanket at the enchanted lake. It was more than just their favorite spot; it was their escape from the world.

No one could bother them here.

When the sun was halfway down the horizon, Mal began to wonder how she got to be so lucky; guys like Ben never gave girls like her a second look. What in the world could Ben really like about her? She was raised by the most evil villain on the planet.

Her cruel and immoral mother demanded her daughter be just like her. At the young age of four, Mal committed her first wicked act. She still regrets it so much to the point she refuses to even acknowledge it. The things her mother had made her to do were unspeakable. If she didn't do what her mother told her to, she would beat her. There were many days that Mal would go to sleep with blood-soaked clothes. Her mother refused to allow her to change after the beatings because she wanted Mal to get used to seeing blood, especially her own. It was meant to teach Mal that, when blood is shed, it's either yours or the person next to you.

She'd never let anyone see the pain she felt from her everyday life. At some point, she felt it was normal and that she would soon enjoy what she did, much like her mother. That, of course, never happened. The remorse of her actions always haunted her, and her mother made her suffer for it.

From her mother's torture to the atrocious acts of villainy, which always seemed to riddle her with guilt, Mal was scarred, both spiritually and physically. Why would Ben like someone who is so, what's the word? Broken. She had to know.

"Ben?" she sighed as she turned to him.

"Yeah?"

"What do you like about me?"