*flashback*
A ten-year-old Wally West walked into the house after helping his uncle, Barry a.k.a. Flash, with the crime in Central City. Rudolph called for Wally from the living room.
As soon as Wally walked in his father said, "Where the hell have you been?! Don't you remember what today is?"
All three of his father's buddies chuckled darkly as Wally grimaced and replied, "I remember. I had to help Uncle Barry with something today."
"Oh, so your uncle is more important than your own father? Boy, go grab the whip!"
That night Wally cried as he looked after his many cuts and bruises that appeared everywhere on his body from the brutality of the older men.
*end flashback*
Wally sat in the corner of the familiar room as he screamed. All the horrible memories of when he was a child came flooding in. Tears streamed down his face as the memories kept playing through his mind. He pulled his hair with one hand and scraped the palm of his other hand with his nails to try and get rid of the memories. He barely even noticed when the door swooshed open.