A/N: hey guys! ok so here is the next chapter! i really hope you all like it. =)
a few things before you get to the story!
1: i am really busy with stuff for like the next two weeks. i will most likely not be updating. i will still try.
2: i will most definitely not be updating the 30-June 6. so yeah i hope this is enough for you guys for a while. =/
ok now on to the story!

Why, God? Why me?

That is what went through Wally's mind over and over. He tried not to move as his dad stirred from his alcohol induced sleep, hoping, praying that he wouldn't wake up. But when Wally's dad's eyes opened, and he saw wally lying on the floor by him… that was the moment that Wally decided that God must hate him. His prayers must not even make it to the heavens.

Wally could see the hate that filled his father's eyes, and he knew that he would never make it back up. He stopped fighting, and accepted this as his fate.

Gotham academy:

why why why why why why why why why…

That was the only thing that Artemis could mentally say. She hated this kid- well, hate is a strong word, she just really really really did not like him. He just kept talking. She would ask a question about a certain math problem, and he would go on for ever when she was sure he could have just answered it in three sentences. Usually she could follow him a bit more, and sort of know what he was saying, but today with wally still fresh in her mind she couldn't seem to focus on anything. "I hope his day at school goes ok... when we were on top of the mountain he had also told me about the bullying at school. Between that and his life at home, I don't know how he's made it this far." Artemis thought.

"Do you get it, Artemis?" She was pulled back out of her mind by the question that Grayson had asked.

"What?" she asked.

"I asked if you understand." he repeated.

"Yeah I understand." she lied. What's one bad grade in math?

Central City:

"Well, what do we have here?" Came the deathly voice of my father. I could run. Since I have super speed, I could get away, but then what? I can't stay at the mountain, Uncle Barry will find me, I can't stay at Uncle Barry's because my dad could find me. There isn't anywhere in the world that I can run to. I could just run as long and as far as I can, but I will have to stop sometime, and I'll end up with the same problem. I have nowhere to go, and no one who can help me. So what is the point of running anymore?

"Looks like you finally decided to come home." He has hate in his voice, and I can hear a thirst for blood. "I was looking for you, boy." Okay, maybe not running is a bad idea. "You have made me very upset." Dad is on his feet now and two of the other drunk guys were awake and on their feet. Yeah, okay, I don't care if I don't have anywhere to run. I need to get out of here if I want to live.

I get up to run, but my dad delivers a harsh kick to my side. The force of the kick sends me a few feet and I land on my back. I go to get up and make another attempt to run, but before I can make it back up, I feel the pressure of someone pushing down on my chest. My dad stands above me pinning me down with one foot.

"I've made up my mind." He says and I wonder if he's going to kill me. I can hear the others getting up off the floor.

"If I can't trust you to stay where you're supposed to then I'm going to have to make sure that you can't run at all."

His words sink in and I am more scared then I was a moment ago. Before a plea can leave my lips I feel a force come down hard on my right knee, and I feel my knee cap pop out of place. I gasp at the pain, and try to suck in a breath but can't because my dad presses down harder on my chest. I try to see around my dad's foot to see a tall man wearing a black leather jacket standing by my legs.

My dad gives him a nod and the man brings his foot up, I clench my eyes shut. A moment later the man brings his foot down on my left ankle with incredible force and I hear a sickening snap, and pain runs up my leg.

"You are more trouble than you're worth brat!" He spit on my face, which was scrunched up in pain.

"I should have just gotten rid of you when you killed my wife!"

Tears started to fall down my face. "I didn't kill her!" I shout up at him.

"It was your fault! If you were not there then she would never have died!" There is nothing I can say to that. Because it's true. If I had not been there she would not have died. I can't stop the tears.

"You are a worthless piece of trash! And I just want you dead!" With that he picked his foot up off of my chest, and my hands went to my knee, the pain was starting to get to be too much. Dad then turned to the small group of people.

"Kill him."

My eyes widen. "No, please, you can't do this!" I scream, but he justs walks into the kitchen to get some more beer.

I hear the sound of someone cracking their knuckles, and I look up to see the group of five people that looked like they belong in a street gang.

"Let's have some fun, kid," said the biggest guy. I whimper, and curl into myself.

The beating is all a blur to me. Kicks and punches. I'm covered in my own blood and the tears wont stop falling, and I keep pleading for mercy until the pain become too intense to speak.

With one final kick to the side of my head the world goes dark.

well there you go! sorry if it seemed a little short. i am also sorry for leaving it in such a place! i will try to get another chapter to you soon.
i am afraid to say that this story might be coming to an end soon. so if there is anything you want to see in this story before it ends let me know and i will try and put it in. =)
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