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UMA pulled a chair up stationed in front of Mal, kicking away the empty sea bottles covering the rusty boarded floor.

Her teal green braids fell over her shoulders as she sat herself down, wondering what was taking Harry and her other crew members so long. She sent them out to go search the Isle for the other Core Four members, not trusting Mal's words of them not being there.

"You want to start from the beginning or you want to get straight to the point?" Uma crossed her arms on top of the chair as Mal made a tch sound.

It was funny now thinking about how she originally came here to make amends with Uma; originally came here to apologize to Uma for pushing her in the ocean.

But the more she thought over it, the more she wanted to slap herself. Mal did nothing wrong. And when everyone else learns that, maybe she'll consider changing herself, maybe she'll consider bettering herself from the past.

Everyone has their own past, and they ridicule others to make up for it.

Mal uncomfortably adjusted while being tangled up in the ropes, "I missed my home. I owe you no explanation. You took what was mines when I left. The code doesn't mean as much to you as you're persuading, does it?" She confidently locked eyes with the daughter of the most sea witch in history.

"No smart comeback? Is your brain working slower than usual?" As she edged a rising argument on, Uma's eyes flicked with hatred and a hint of sorrow.

"This was never your home. You know what I don't like about you, Mal?" Uma scooted up in the chair, straightening her sitting position as she kept the staring contest going, "You avoid responsibility. The main lesson of villains is responsibility for your actions. You know why I refuse to give you sympathy? You're a self-victim, you're selfish, you're insecure but instead of working on it, you take it out on anyone you're jealous of. You toss a stone and hide your hands behind somebody else. You expect everyone to follow you. You don't treat your 'friends' with respect - I seriously don't know how they deal with you. My crew - I call them that because we're pirates. They know behind that, they're my family. You treat those four as if they're followers, as if they're servants. But that's how you treated all of us, Mal. Nobody is jealous of you - hell, I've been waiting for years to give you the newsflash that I'm not obsessed with you. I couldn't care less about you. You? You have paintings of me in your room... with a damn x on them. Oh, yeah, haha, I know about those,"

Uma aggressively shushed her before Mal could give a response.

Her hands fell back into their resting place as the annoyed expression on her face grew bigger, "I'm not finished. I'm not saying, haha, anything to get a reaction out of you - I'm not you. I want to know why you're back; don't give me the 'I missed my home' bs. You was proudly over there with the enemies burying your past and living lavish. I hate you because of who you are; not because of what you've done to me. You're the typa person who leaves their mess for everyone else to clean up... and I hate your type," She said every word with venom behind it, wishing she could get up and go punch sense into the trapped purple head in front of her.

Mal's chest became heavy, her heart's once steady pace now picking up speed. Despite being caught off guard by the anger Uma was exhibiting, Mal frowned.

Nobody has ever talked to her that way; not even Audrey whenever her and Mal got into their bickering fights. Uma hasn't met Audrey, that was the issue.

If she met any girl in Auradon, she'd know Mal wasn't as bad as them. Why was everyone out to get her? Why was everyone acting like she was the bad guy?

Mal regained her senses, realizing her silence would give Uma pleasure. Everything Uma said went through one ear and out the other. Mal didn't need her preaching to her.

She knew why she was here and she didn't need to give her an explanation, "You was always jealous my mom gave me more attention than you ever received. You was my lackey, never my friend. You began hating me because I did to you what we were doing to everyone else. You're a punk,"

"Lackey? Lackey? When we was doing those mischievous pranks with Maddy, who was it getting carried, Mal? Oh, of course it's the big brave dragon of the land who can't even swim correctly. I watched you get in that limo and yeah - I got jealous. Why? Because you was chosen. Nobody knows you better than me. I want revenge, yes. I want you to get hurt. I want you to suffer. I'm honest."

Mal's nose flared as she struggled more to get out of the trap. Uma watched her and began chuckling, "You'll never want to hit me as much I want to hit you. Trust," And with that last statement, Uma kicked the chair at the other girl with force behind it, hitting Mal's tied legs as she withheld a cry. Uma exited the room and slammed the door shut, leaving Mal alone again with her thoughts.

"Punk..." Mal muttered, trying not to cry. Uma wasn't right; Uma didn't read her.

Mal stared at the chair that was now broken, being a little surprised by the strength Uma held in her leg. Her eyes searched over possibly pieces she could use for the ropes.

If Uma kept this routine going, Mal would have enough anger to break out the ropes alone. The frustration of being tied as your enemy taunted you in your force was an emotion of disrespect.

And Mal stood for no ounce of disrespect.

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long chapters and me don't mix well in this story.

but im graduating soon so ill be able to write more.

mal isn't a victim btw, uma was telling her the truth. her character development isn't there yet.

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