"I'm so glad I got accepted into beacon, I can finally leave this hellhole" you thought as you laid on your bed "Second year at beacon, still happy I don't need to stay here" you said sitting at your desk You had it rough, your dad was a drunk, who beat his only child. You always had cuts and bruises on your body from the punches, kicks, and sometimes slices. But you pushed through it, for one girl. Velvet Scarlatina This whole story was requested by @Kevin_SauseAll Rights Reserved