Warning: Much, much angst ahead!
yaaaaaay! I've revived my accouu=nt up here! XDD I've been posting on DA but not up here and I think I should fix that.
Inspired by a fic I read on here of these two.
Breaks my heart to actually write it. ;A;
Alfred's POV
I know something is wrong as soon as I hear a crash. It's the sound of something breaking and I fear it's more than just a piece of fine china.
"Wally, wait! Please!"
Not more than I second later, I see Master Wallace come storming into the main hallway from my perch on the stairs. I believe the proper word to describe his expression is "pissed off." And there's a hint of hurt as well. Young Master Richard is behind him, right on his heels, face apologetic and pleading.
"Wally, please!
As Young Master Wallace wrenches open the door, Master Richard grabs hold of his shirt, hands trembling, and I am already making my way down the stairs.
"Let go of me, Dick."
"No! Wally, please don't leave! I didn't mean it! I-"
"Enough." The red-headed boy pushes Master Richard's hands away and my suspicions are unfortunately confirmed correct. "I'm done. It's over."
The door slams and not a second later, he's on the floor, sobbing.
"Good heavens!" is the only thing I can get out. I crouch down next to him and take this broken boy up into my arms and his tears stain my suit. His body is shaking violently. He cannot not stop; his cries only grow louder with each passing second.
And my heart breaks into tiny pieces.
Barry's POV
I know something's wrong as soon as the door slams shut. Wally never slams the door when he comes home unless something is really really wrong.
"Hey, kiddo. What's-?" He says nothing to me as he speeds past my place on the couch and flies upstairs. I blink.
What just happened?
I exchange glances with my wife Isis before following after him. I find him collapsed onto his back on his bed, hands covering his face, body vibrating slightly. I don't need to see his face to know that he's a complete and total wreck.
"Wally?" He doesn't answer. "Wally, what's wrong?" He doesn't speak for a while but when he does I almost fall right over. I know my eyes are the size of plates. Not saucers.
Plates.
"I broke up with Dick."
What the hell is going on here? This is definitely not good.
"Kid, that's not a very funny joke-"
"IT'S NO JOKE!" He's shouting at me now. With anger. And rage. And sorrow. He removes his hands as he sits up abruptly and I see that his eyes are blood-red from tears that have yet to fall.
"Wally, calm down. Just talk to me. What happened-?"
"JUST GET OUT!" He's on his feet now, his posture telling me he's ready to kick my ass. Hard.
"Okay, kid. I'm goin'. I'm go-"
"NOW!"
I'm gone before he has a chance to kill me. This is bad. I'm scared of my own nephew. He won't talk to me, like he's always done, and that in and of itself is a bad sign.
And I have a feeling it's only going to get much, much worse
I hope you enjoyed it! Even though it's probably depressing. OTL
Reviews are so greatly appreciated! Like seriously! Please?
