AN: So I decided to try my hand at this category yet again, only this time, I promise to not delete my story if I get writer's block.

Every chapter title will be a song that I believe fits the chapter. If you have suggestions for songs that I should listen to, please please please let me know. I'm very open-minded.

Without further ado, enjoy!

Abby's age has been changed to 14. Fits better.

Name of the story has been changed, thanks to my lovely reviewer Lucie4512

Chapter Six: "Little Me" by Little Mix

"Wally? You home?" I called out, knocking on his front door repeatedly. I took a step back and scratched the back of my head, confused. I could've sworn I had heard Wally in there. So why wasn't he answering? "Wally?" I called out, ringing the doorbell a few times. I knew his parents were gone. I had seen them leave early this morning.

I'm not a stalker, I get up pretty early. Okay, no I don't. I hadn't gone to bed last night.

When I didn't get any reply, I threw my arms up in the air and muttered curses under my breath. The only reason I was here was because Wally and I had agreed to go to the park today. And it was his idea, too! If he didn't want to go, all he had to do was say no. Not pretend to not be home when I know for fact that he's in there! I growled under my breath and took a few steps towards the street, when I thought I heard something crash inside his house. I looked back and raised an eyebrow. I could hear something else, something that sounded like crying?

"Wally?" I called out, walking to the living room window. Normally I wouldn't peek inside someone else's house without permission, but for some reason this time was different. When I didn't see anything, I decided to go to the backyard. Maybe I would see something. As I walked, I bypassed a window that looked into the kitchen and hallway. I noticed that the house was pretty dark, despite it being 11a.m. That was unusual. I peered a little closer and saw a light on in a room off the side of the hallway. I narrowed my eyes, looking closer. Then I saw something that made it difficult to breathe.

Wally's foot was laying on the floor, right outside the room. And it didn't look like it was moving.

"Wally!" I yelled out, running towards the back door, the worst thoughts going through my mind. I rattled the back door, praying to whatever deity that was up there to help me. My prayer was answered, some what. The back door opened a few inches, which was good enough for me. I squeezed inside, not caring if I was breaking into a house. All I cared about was getting to Wally. I ran past his dining room and kitchen and headed straight towards the light. I hadn't thought to call Dom or Bryon, but when I stood in the doorway and looked down, I knew I should've.

Laying on the floor, covered in blood, was Wally. I covered my mouth, biting back the screams. I blinked back the tears and knelt down beside Wally, my hands shaking as I brushed some hair out of his face. I looked him over, wondering who could do this to him. His face looked bruised and bloody, his right eye black while his top lip was split right down the middle. I scooted closer to him, unaware that I was freely crying now. His clothes were ripped in multiple places along his back, like someone had taken a whip or belt to his back. I drew in a shaky breath and moved so that I could look more clearly at his back. What I saw, made me want to scream in terror. His entire back was covered in long, bloody, welts. And by the way the room smelt and the way the blood looked, I had to say that these were a few hours fresh. His arms, legs, and front weren't any better off. It looked like he had been used as a punching bag. I wiped my tears away and shook my head, not sure if he was alive or...or...No. I couldn't think about that, not now. Right now, I should call Bryon. Yeah, he'll know what to do.

I grabbed my phone and moved to stand up, when I felt something grab my ankle. I let out a yelp and looked down. Wally's hand was wrapped loosely around my ankle and it looked like it took all his strength to stay awake.

"T-T-Tere." He stuttered out, his eyes blinking slowly. It was like he couldn't believe that I was here, that I was right beside him.

"Wally," I croaked out, moving so that I was sitting right next to him. I gently lifted his head up and placed it in my lap, brushing his hair back. It was getting longer and wavier. A few tears rolled down my cheeks and landed on his. I wiped them away.

"Hey," he whispered out, trying to turn his body so that he could look up at me. He winced and moaned when he tried to lay on his back. I bent down and place a light kiss on his lips, wiping more of my tears away.

"Hey." I whispered back, holding his hand in one and my phone in the other.

"No cops...no cops..." He said softly. I nodded, pressing Bryon's speed dial. I wasn't sure how, but somehow I managed to tell Bryon to get over here as quickly as possible without explaining why, and to use the back door. Then I had hung up. "Tere?"

"Yes?"

"I-I'm sorry..." Wally said, lifting his hand up to cup my cheek. I leaned into his hand, smiling even though I was crying. I shook my head.

"It's alright." I said.

"No...it-it's not..."

"Wally, shh. Please, save your energy." I said, grabbing his hand and entwining our fingers together. He blinked slowly and turned his head to look at our hands. I wasn't sure what he had seen, but when he turned his head to look back at me, he was smiling the softest smile I had ever seen, that I felt my heart break. He closed his eyes, still smiling, and I felt his breathing even out as he fell asleep. Right around that time, Bryon came stumbling in and took a step back when he saw the two of us.

"Jesus H. Christ." He said before whipping his phone out and dialing a few numbers. He spoke to a few different people, two of them being Mom and Dad. I didn't focus on what he was saying, instead just watching the rise and fall of Wally's battered chest. "Tere?"

"Hmm?" I answered, finally looking up at Bryon. He looked tired as he sat down beside me, putting his arm over my shoulders. I laid my head down on his shoulder, closing my eyes and fighting back the urge to scream and cry.

"Cops are on their way. Dad is getting Abby, Mom is talking to her boss, and Dom is threatening to kill Wally's parents." Bryon explained. I nodded, knowing that Mom was most likely prepping the ER room for Wally's arrival.

"His parents?" I asked softly, the information not sinking in completely.

"Who else could have done this, Tere? For all we know, this could be the first time, of the 100th time." Bryon said, raking a hand through his hair. I noticed he would need a haircut pretty soon. At right about that time, the information finally sunk in. I looked down at Wally and gave his hand a squeeze, the tears just falling.

"His parents..."I croaked out, feeling so angry and pissed that they would do this to him. That's when I remembered that they had left in a rush this morning. And it had been pretty early when they had. "They left." I whispered.

"What?" Bryon asked, standing up to go unlock the front door for the cops, which were a few minutes away. I could hear their sirens getting closer.

"His parents. They left."

"I noticed."

"No, they left early this morning. And they were in a rush, like they had somewhere else to be. I saw them carrying suitcases. Bryon, they left, knowing Wally may not make it!" I said, looking at him. He just looked at me before he let out a string of curses and nasty words. "Oh God, Bryon. They had tried to kill him." I whispered just as the first squad car pulled up to the house. I looked down at Wally and felt this coldness wash over me. If I hadn't come when I had, he would've died. I just know he would've.