Once again, you were covering your bruises and scars with makeup so you could go to school. Your father had decided to take out some frustration on you, deadnaming you and overall being an abusive asshole. Your mother was no better, turning a blind eye when her husband beat their child. 'You're just confused' or 'it's just a phase' was what your parents had said when you told them you were trans. Even after a few years, they still believed it to be a phase and attempted to convert you back.

Ace, your friend from Night Raven College, was waiting for you outside your dorm room. The ginger was getting rather impatient, so he barged into your dorm before he froze, taking notice of the dark bruises on your body. "What the fuck. Are you okay?" He asked, rushing up to his friend before he grabbed your face and looked over the bruises.

"Who did this? Why didn't you tell me?" Ace questioned, pausing for a moment before grabbing one of the make-up wipes and wiping your face. He didn't say anything after that, the gears seeming to turn in his head before he moved his hands from your face. "It was your parents, wasn't it? They did this?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.