My Other Half (Descendants 2 fanfic)

Chapter 1

6 months later
Isle of the Lost
Nelani POV

Six months. Six blisteringly painful months. Six horrible months. And Jay never came. Not once. It was five months ago when the King was corrinated. It was then when we could have reunited. But no. That was all too hard. "I promise Lani, I will never leave you behind."
Well. I should have known better.
Absolute.
Bullshit.
All that was left of Jay was that one sentence. That one promise that was as hollow as this whole damn island. No soul or purpose. Just an empty void that didn't give a damn about you. For the first month I tried to be strong for Jay. But now I didn't even try or care. Jafar had power over me now that he was gone. And he used every bit of it to his advantage. I guess you could say that in the period of six months, a lot of damage can be done. For instance, 3 broken ribs that never healed, so it now hurts to breathe. And a sprained ankle that causes a bad limp. And multiple scars that you can't count because there's so many. And bruises that make my skin look like one of the patchwork rugs that lays on the floor of my abusive home. I'm always a filthy mess, caked with dirt and dried blood. I spend my days wandering around the island and usually sitting in Mal's old hideout since that's the closest I can get to Jay when it comes to looking at him. A painting is better then nothing. But at the end of the day, I had to come home. I learnt that the hard way when one night I stayed I the hideout to get some sleep and the next day Jafar was running around the streets looking for me. That's how three of my ribs ended up broken and one ankle ended up sprained. So now, here we are. I'm at the front doorstep preparing myself to walk in. Deep breaths and an iron guard over my mind. I know physical damage is bad, but if gets me mentally, then I know I will be fully broken and beyond repair. I eventually walk in and see my step father sitting at the dining table. He is looking through his stolen goods and probably deciding which ones would be good to sell and which ones would be good to display in our home. Well his home, I don't really call it mine. He looks up when I slip into the room. The Jafar of the old days has well and truly gone. Instead of a slim figure and intimidating look, although I still think the look is there,there is a pot belly, thinning grey hair and moustache and old dry wrinkling skin. He wears old musty clothing from Agrahbah and parades around like he still has some authority, which he doesn't, all the power now belongs with Maleficent, which, mind you, is currently living in Aurodon as a lizard, so maybe he does have some power. Anyway, that's a topic for later. Jafar is glaring at me and I don't move a muscle.
"Nelani." He says icily.
"Yes?" I whisper.
"Why are you home so late?" He asks.
"I....I was held up." I lied.
"Don't lie to me, Nelani. Why are you home so late?" He snaps.
"I don't know." I sigh.
"Why not?" He asks. At this point, Jay would intervene and come up with some genius lie to get me out of trouble, but now he's gone and I have to fend for myself. When I don't answer, Jafar stands up and walks up to me. He strikes me across the face and I don't flinch. This has happened before.
"Answer me!" He screams.
"There is no reason." I whimper. "It's my fault I lost track of time."
"Well, I think some punishment is in accordance, don't you agree? First lying and second for having no reason." Jafar spits. I could literally leave at 10am and be home and 11am and still be 'late'. But I don't dare tell him that. Jafar then grabs at my ponytail and I scream as he stages me up the two flights of stairs to the rooftop of our house. This would be our stage for tonight. Jafar dumps me on the gravel and I am already in agony. My head feels numb and blood is already dripping from my arm. See, here's some math. Tiny, thin kid that hardly eats anything + bad skin = easily ripped skin. Which in turn causes easy bleeding. Jafar is on to me again. He is kicking my side, and since breathing was hard enough already, I am spitting and coughing and begging him to stop but I know he won't. He moves to picking me up by my arm and tosses me to the ground again. I try to get up but he pushes me down.
"Please!" I scream. "Please stop!" He doesn't reply to my begging, but instead just hits harder.

The long night continues into the morning, but I'm too numb to notice that Jafar had left hours ago. And instead of trying to move, I decide to stay. What good is there in trying to move if it's just going to put me in more pain? I close my eyes and welcome the sleep that I have been craving.
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