A/N: hey guys! i know that i have other stories to work on and that i shouldn't start another, but i had this idea and i just couldn't wait to put it up here. =)
i still update o brother today or tomorrow and then i will update it every Saturday or when i have time. i will update this story every Monday or when i have time. updates for musical justice will come as i get ideas.
o i hope you enjoy this.

warning!: contains child abuse!

disclaimer:i don't own anything!

Hidden bruises and hidden feelings

I sat on my bed with my knees pulled up to my chest, tears silently falling down my face. I knew what time it was and that he was coming for me. I don't know what to do, I rarely do anymore. I have to do something! This had destroyed my home life and at the rate it's going it will ruin the rest of my life as well. I could tell someone but I don't want to pull others into this mess. I'm not worth it.

I heard heavy foot steps coming up the stairs. My heart stopped. He was coming. A small whimper escaped my lips as the door to my room was opened, and my father walked in.

"Wallace Rudolf West!" He bellowed, and I curled into myself. I could smell the alcohol in his breath. "Answer me when I talk to you!" He yelled. "Y-yes sir." I stammered.
"You are 15 right?" I didn't answer. "Well?" He said walking over to my bed.
"Y-y-es." I managed to squeak out.
"15 years." He mumbled to himself. I sucked in my breath, I knew what was coming.
"15 years!" He yelled.
He then grabbed my arm and threw me off of my bed and to the floor. I let out a small cry when I hit the ground. I wanted to get up, but I hadn't eaten in a while, he wouldn't let me. My strength was drained.
"15 years I've cared for you! and what do I get as a thanks?" He delivered a hard kick to my ribs.
"You go running off playing hero!" I cried out as he kicked my rib cage again and I heard a sickening snap.
I want to run but I don't have the strength.
"Well let me tell you something Mr. Hero! That's all it is a game!" He grabbed my history text book off of my desk by the pages and threw it at me. It hit me in the head, and I ground my teeth to gather as blood ran down the side of my face.
I would usually be able to take a beating from a villain, but when it comes from your own family it hurts so much more.
I watched as my own father walked over to me and pulled me up by my hair. I winced at the pain.
"And pretty soon that little game of yours will end and everyone will see you for what you really are.
A failure, a nothing, a mistake." With that final word he hurled me against the wall.
I sank to the floor and cried as he continued to beat me. He eventually stopped and left me alone in my injured state. I'm not sure how long he spent beating me but it had felt like an eternity. I slumped agents the wall and let the tears fall.

I opened my eyes weekly. I had fallen asleep agents the wall last night because I couldn't find the strength to stand up. I looked around my room, and saw that it was a mess. The blankets that were on my bed were now on the floor, my history text book that my dad had hit me with was lying on the floor several pages ripped and the cover of the book had some of my blood on it.

Several other thing from my desk littered my floor, and next to me on the ground was the picture of me and uncle Barry that had fallen off the wall when I collided with it. I groaned as I tried to stand up. I still didn't have much strength but the sleep, even if it wasn't good, helped some. I limped over to my bed and pulled a bag of chips from it's hiding place underneath it.
It didn't take long before I started hiding food in my room, knowing that he would try to starve me.
I opened the bag and ate the chips in twenty seconds. I looked at the clock that was lying on my floor. It read 5:30. good dad, if you can call him that, wouldn't be up for a few more hours. I had time to get out.

I walked, or as close as I could get to walking, over to my closet and grabbed a black bag. I had also started keeping a bag with close and such in case I ever had a chance to get out.
I walked over to the door and twisted the handle, it was unlocked. Luckily dad had been so stoned last night to remember to lock the door.
I walked down the hall as quietly as I could and to the kitchen. I grabbed an apple and left the house.
I was thankful that it was still dark meaning no one would see me. I was also thankful for the fact that I had super healing so I was already starting to feel better.

I walked down the street looking over my shoulder every once in a while. I knew that dad wasn't up and that I was at lest a mile from my house now so he wouldn't be behind me but I couldn't help it.
I rounded another corner and into an ally, where there was an old phone booth with an out of order sigh on it. I quickly slipped inside making sure that no one saw me.
"Kid Flash mount justice." I told the machine.
I was then encased in a bright light. When the light faded I could here the computer announcing my arrival to mount justice. I winced at it's volume, and hoped that it didn't wake anyone up.
I quickly made my way to the kitchen where I grabbed granola bar, since I finished the apple while I was on my way to the zeta beam, and went to my room.

I sighed as I closed and locked the door behind me. I set the black bag and the granola bar on my bed and went into my privet bathroom. I looked in the mirror and winced again at the sight of my beaten face.

If I looked this bad after several hours of speed healing I don't want to think what I looked like when it first happened. I pulled a first add kit out of the cabinet under the sink. Every bed room had one and that was another thing I was thankful for.
I opened it pulled out a roll of bandages. I then took my shirt off and bandaged up my broken ribs.
I had to make it look like nothing happened.

well there you go! i hope you all like this story! =)
just so you know in this story wally's mom is dead. you will hear some stuff about that latter but the way she dies was an idea of my own.
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