No One's Invincible

ominous

The car journey home was silent and awkward. The mood in the air was undecipherable but it was uncomfortable all the same. Wally sat in the back and Rudolph in the front. He didn't want to be close to his dad if he didn't have to be.

As the car was turning into the house's driveway Wally looked at Rudolph's face. It seemed serene. The hole in Wally's gut deepened.

He got out of the car quickly but something about the mood told him that he shouldn't just rush into the house. The front door looked like it had been thrown off its hinges anyway.

Rudolph slammed the car door and Wally jumped out of his skin.

"Go to your room and don't come out unless I say. Got it boy?" Said Rudolph, strangely calm.

"Y-yes sir" Wally whimpered, hating how weak he sounded. All the fight from the last time he saw his dad had gone out of him. He didn't want to get hurt again. Not ever by him. Never again.

Wally walked slowly into the house, Rudolph only one step behind him, a heavy presence at his back. He walked up the stairs to his room and sat on the bed. Everything was just how he'd left it. He saw Rudolph at the door one last time before he closed it and Wally heard a click of the lock.

He was locked in.

Why? What had Wally done to deserve this? What was Rudolph going to achieve by locking him up? Was he going to starve him? Keep him as a personal punching bag? What?

In a surge of panic Wally checked his windows. Those too were locked. Wally yanked at them anyway in some small hope it might be wrong. When he gave up he kicked at the door. When his foot was throbbing too much for that he punched the wall and made a satisfying hole in the drywall.

It just wasn't fair.

He heard footsteps. Wally positioned himself by the door in the hoped he might be able to slip out.

The door opened a crack - and then a fist came flying at Wally's stomach. Winded, Wally curled up into himself on the floor, wheezing.

"Shut the fuck up boy and stop ruining my house," Rudolph had a crazed look in his tired bloodshot eyes.

"You're going to stay in here for a little while a calm yourself down do you understand? And then we're going to have a little talk." He smiled down at Wally pleasantly. Then he walked over and shut all of Wally's blinds.

He then crouched besides Wally and stroked his hair. Wally flinched and froze. Rudolph then took his phone from his jeans pocket and left. The door was locked oh his way out.

Wally was all alone with no no way of getting help and a sure beating if he tried to signal at people through the windows, if not the threat of death. His dad was acting, dangerous.

Wally looked down at his hands and saw that he was shaking like a leaf. His foot throbbed painfully from his self injury and his lungs still felt tight and his stomach sore.

Wally was done. Just done.

There was nothing he could do but listen to the pacing that was going on downstairs and not cry.
Definitely not cry.
He was not crying.

He couldn't even text Robin. He couldn't even get help.

Wally fell asleep crying, curled up in a ball by his door and didn't dream of anything.

Sorrryyy for the huge hiatus. And the shortness of this chapter. But don't worry I have some new story ideas.