Hello, this is a story I wrote... yeah, suprise there right?
There is... Child Abuse in this, so yeah. Don't read it if you are really hated for that type of thing.
No.
Pain, that was all he felt, nothing but. He didn't feel joy, he didn't feel happiness, it was just clouded over in pain, something that he still couldn't hide.
Especially from his father. The one who hurts him.
His mother didn't help, she just yelled at him, and told his father to do better in the beatings. More damage, more pain.
She stood there and told his father to hit him harder, and stronger… because he wasn't the perfect son they wanted. That they felt they deserved.
Not that they did.
"YOU ARE A FAILURE! USELESS! STUPID!" His father yelled, at him. All because he didn't do well in a test "YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF CRAP!"
He was hit across the face then shoved into the wall.
"YOU SHOULDN'T BE ALIVE! WE CARED FOR YOU, WE PAY FOR YOU AND WHAT DO YOU GIVE US?! NOTHING! JUST YOUR STUPID MIND!"
A punch to the stomach.
"WHY DO WE EVEN KEEP YOU!? YOU'RE WORTHLESS!"
Kick in the head.
"WE GIVE YOU A ROOF ABOVE YOUR HEAD! AND FOOD ON THE TABLE! YOU GO TO SCHOOL, AND YOU JUST DON'T DO ANYTHING RIGHT!"
He banged his head on the table, before starting to hit him harder, bigger punches, harder slaps, stronger kicks. More pain.
"YOU ARE A SCREW UP! YOU. FAIL. AT. EVERYTHING!"
He stomped on his head, hard enough to hurt, badly, but not to crush it.
He gave up resisting, no… he gave up thinking at these moments, so he couldn't feel the pain, at school he didn't think because the bruises hurt too badly, his mind was fuzzy. He was always hungry, he never seemed to have food.
He soon found himself in his room, tossed hard up against the wall, blood seeping from every part of his body, bruises everywhere, his left arm couldn't move and his legs couldn't work, he was broken.
What did someone like he do to get this? Nothing that he could remember…
It started with small things like 'Try harder' and 'Come on, more.'
Then it grew to a small slap, and a raised voice, then to a punch in the shoulder and the first signs of shouting. Now it was at a peak, a peak of blood and screaming, bruises and punching. Of broken bones… broken legs, something that without he felt powerless, slow and normal.
Without his legs, he felt like nothing.
He felt like he had taken everything that could come before his body gave up, before he could die. Heck, he had been stabbed once, right in the shoulder.
But what could he do? He didn't have anything to get out… he didn't have anything…
A soft beep caused him to turn his head, giving a small smile.
A phone.
About 3 weeks ago, his mother had lost her phone. She screamed and searched the whole house for it, even sent his father on him once… but after she couldn't find it, she went out and bought another one… then Wally had found the phone.
His first thought was to give it back… then he thought of the beatings. They wouldn't believe that he had found it, so he kept it… so that he had something to help him if he needed to.
Like now.
He picked it up, blood covering the screen, and started to call a number… a number that he cared about more than ever.
Uncle Barry.
He cared about him, Uncle Barry did, he always made him feel so special… so happy.
"Hellllooo?" Barry said, in his normal happy voice. You could hear the smile on his lips.
"U-Uncle Barry" He whispered.
"Wally?" He asked, the smile in his voice disappearing.
"I need h-help. Can't m-move."
"Hold on, Kid. I'll be there soon."
"Don't tell my p-parents… they c-can't k-know your h-h-here…"
He paused for a second "OK Kid, be there soon."
He hung up.
Soon… so soon… and he will never need to feel that pain again, ever again.
He waited…
1 minute
2 minutes
3 minutes.
He heard a noise outside, and soon heard "Wally, you in here Kid?"
"Yes" He whispered, and he turned his head to see his Uncles head, dressed in his uniform, through the window.
Barry saw him propped up on the wall, and his face shifted into horror.
"Wally, what happened" He demanded.
"D-Dad…" He whispered, his eyes heavy "He… He…"
"Shh. I'm getting you out of here."
He slid into the room, and grabbed a bag which was on the ground, before opening some draws and pulling out clothes and shoving them in.
"Come on…" Barry whispered to himself, almost telling himself Wally would be OK.
He turned around, backpack on his back and slowly picked up Wally, and the phone lying next to him off the ground, holding him bridal style.
"You're going to be OK."
He opened the window wider and climbed out, holding Wally tighter, but he soon found himself on the ground, safely.
"Ready?" He whispered, and Wally nodded, giving a small smile.
He started running, Wally feel asleep.
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