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 Seven: "Pretend It's OK" by Little Mix
The past few days had been hectic and a big blur.
Day 1: I found Wally near death thanks to his fucking parents, who by the way are in Mexico, and talked to the cops about what I had seen. Then they took him to the hospital where my mom works, with Bryon and I riding along. My mother hadn't been there to greet us, seeing as how she was the one to operate on Wally. However, we met our father and Aunt Jacosta, or Auntie Jo as we call her, and discussed the legal ramifications of the situation.
Day 2: Auntie Jo contacted Wally's Aunt and Uncle and ripped them both new ones, calling them the second most horrible people to exist as Wally's parents were the first. They yelled back, cried, and apologized, but were only met with the cold shoulders of my Father, Aunt, and Mother who had come straight out of the ER to talk to them. She had told them that Wally will have scars that will haunt him forever, not to mention memories that he'll never be able to forget, and that they were not allowed to see him until he woke up. That hadn't gone over very well.
Day 3: Wally had woken up and the asked for these things in order; Me, water, and fries. I kid you not, he wanted fries. I had laughed and cried when I heard the news, shaking my head. That was so Wally. I had grabbed a water bottle, an order of fries that Bryon had picked up (he's the sweetest) and headed straight for Wally's room. I had started to cry again when I saw him, all bruised and bandaged up. He had tried to sit up, but had a hard time. When he saw me, he called me over and immediately pulled me into a hug. I had cried into his shoulder, holding onto him tightly and calling him mean for not telling me anything. He had apologized over and over again and just held onto me.
Day 4: Wally's parents were located and arrested by the Mexican police with help from the FBI and brought back to the States. They were charged with attempted murder, abuse, and many other things. Auntie Jo would be the Prosecutor for the case, and boy, did she have a case stacked up against them. I wasn't sure if anyone would want to represent them, at least, willingly. The State did assign someone to them, begrudgingly. Currently, Wally has been moved from the hospital to my house, as he had asked for us. And that's currently where he is.
I knocked on the guest room door before stepping inside. Wally was laying on the bed, looking peaceful while he slept. I tiptoed over to him and set down the tray of food I had brought for him. I opened up the curtains to let in some light, then decided to open up the window as well. It was still warm outside, and there was this cool breeze that felt nice. I smiled to myself before turning around to let Wally be, when I saw him smirking at me.
"Hello, beautiful." He whispered, patting the spot next to him. I gladly laid down beside him. He smiled and grabbed my hand.
"Hey." He looked over at the bedside table and grinned, seeing the plate of food that was for him.
"That all for me?" He asked, smirking again.
"Nah, it's for Casper." I replied sarcastically. "Of course it's for you."
"I love it when you speak sarcasm to me. Makes me feel loved." He said, reaching for an orange and feeling it's weight. He set it back down, moving to lay on his side so he could face me. His smile drooped into a frown as he took on a serious look. "When's the trial?" He asked softly. I gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. He closed his eyes, not wanting to hear the answer but wanting it anyway.
"In a week." I told him. "No one expects you to be there, you know. You don't have to say anything." I stated, wanting him to know.
"I know. But if I don't go, that means they've won, haven't they?" He asked, scooting closer to me.
"No. It shows you're better than they are." I said sternly, resting my forehead against his. He nodded.
"Tere?" Dom called out, knocking on the door. I lifted my head and looked at him.
"Yeah?"
"Some of Wally's friends are here to see him. Thought you should know." Dom said before leaving. I nodded and looked at Wally.
"You want to see them?" I asked.
"Do I have to?" He groaned out, a small smile playing at his lips. I chuckled and leaned down to give him a kiss.
"Your choice."
"Alright, alright. On one condition."
"Yes?" I asked, grinning playfully.
"Once they leave, you come back and lay with me." He said softly.
"Of course." I said before getting up and leaving, cracking the door a bit. I headed towards the stairs and walked to the front door. Bryon was asleep, Abby was at ballet practice, Dom was somewhere, Mom was at work, and Dad was helping Auntie Jo with the case to the best of his abilities. He had apparently seen the signs way ahead of time, but hadn't been sure if he should act on them. Well, now he was.
I opened the front door and was greeted with a teary eyed Megan, Raquel, Zatanna, and the others. Artemis nodded my way which gave me plenty of time to notice her puffy and red eyes. The boys looked somber, but even I could see that they were fighting the urge to cry.
"Hey," I greeted, gesturing that they step inside. Everyone came inside and filled up the front hallway. "You guys want anything to eat, or drink?" I asked, playing hostess. Abby was usually better at this than I, but she wasn't here, was she? So that left me with the job. When no one answered, I started pushing people inside my kitchen and made them sit down somewhere. The boys just stood off to the side, while the girls sat at the dining room table. Megan looked ready to cry again. I patted her shoulder in a comforting manner.
"I-Is he okay?" She asked, trying to wipe her tears away. I nodded and gave her a smile.
"Seriously, does anyone want anything? How about you, Mr. Brooding Ginger?" I asked, nodding towards Roy. He gave me a smirk and shook his head.
"Still full of sarcasm, I see." He said. I gawked. "What?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
"He speaks!" I called out, pointing a finger at him. He rolled his eyes. Conner actually laughed, shaking his head. Megan gave me a teary smile and quickly jumped on me, hugging me tightly.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you." She said over and over again, tears falling down her cheeks in rivers. I patted her back, unsure of what to do.
"You're welcome?" I asked, unsure why she was thanking me.
"I'm serious. Thank you." She said, letting me go to wipe away her tears.
"I'm a little confused, why are you thanking me?" I asked, confusion written all over my face. Kaldur stepped forward and placed a hand on my shoulder.
"We thank you for being there for Wally when he needed someone. Even though we are his friends, and we all thought we knew everything about him, we did not see this." Kaldur told me, looking like he was the one to blame. I gave his hand a reassuring squeeze (seems like I'm doing that a lot, comforting and reassuring people).
"Don't blame yourself, Kal. And before you say anything, I'm gonna say this loud and clear. None of you are to blame, so quit beating yourselves up, 'kay?" I told them. "Nod if you understand." I commanded. Everyone finally nodded. "Good, now down to business. Wally is upstairs, second door on the left. The first one is mine, the third is Dom's. Wally will either be eating, sleeping, or listening to everything I'm saying right now because he doesn't like to listen to the doctor's orders about bedrest!" I shouted the last part, smirking when I heard someone scuttle around upstairs. Everyone looked at the ceiling then back to me. "What? He does that a lot." I defended. I opened the fridge and looked around for something to give them. When I found nothing, I muttered darkly under my breath.
"Uh, what are you looking for?" Megan asked, looking curious.
"Ingredients." I said over my shoulder, growling when I couldn't find what I needed.
"For what?" Megan asked.
"You cook?" I countered. I saw her nod out of the corner of my eye. "Okay, maybe you can help me later, that is, if you guys plan on staying long. I'm pretty sure Wally would like that. He's claiming cabin fever from being cooped up for so long." I said, shutting the fridge door with my foot. I had a few of my ingredients, but would need some more. I blame my brothers for eating them.
"If I may inquire-" Kaldur started.
"Dude, quit talking so formal. I feel like I'm back at my old school in London." I told him.
"I apologize." He said, looking down. I rolled my eyes.
"Good luck trying to get him to change, we've all tried and failed." Artemis told me, getting up and heading towards the stairs. The others followed, while Kaldur and Megan stayed behind. Megan looked confused on what to do.
"Go on, go see him. Like I said earlier, if you want to stay longer, you can help me. Or I'll just keep you here and hide you from the others." I said, grinning like a fool. Megan gave me another smile and nodded, heading upstairs with the others. Kaldur was the last to go, but not before patting my shoulder and giving me a small smile.
"Wally is lucky to have you. I believe that you are of great importance to him." Kaldur said before walking upstairs, two stairs at a time. I shook my head before grabbing an egg from the fridge and setting it on the counter. When Dom came downstairs, which will be soon, he's so getting egged for eating my ingredients.