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⚡ Wally's P.O.V~
Saturdays and Sundays were most probably every child's and adults most loved day, who am I kidding it was everyone's favourite day....Well except mine. Yeah, I despised those days. Why you ask? Because Saturday meant more time spent with my “Oh so beloved” father. My big sis, Winslet left for Australia just two days ago, and I'm still pretty sad about it, after all; she's like my second mom. I unraveled my quilt and winced in pain. My legs were screaming in pain, my body begging for food, I skipped last night's dinner, which was not good And I mean absolutely horrible for my hyper active metabolism! As didn't consume any food, my speed healing slowed down as well.
“Wally dear can you please come downstairs?"
I hear my mom's sweet voice, I knew what it was already, she had another important work so she wasn't free. I sigh and come downstairs. I almost forgot that my eyes and lips were still bruised, "idiot!” I scold myself. My mom asks me about the brusies and I say I got punched in the face by this crazy dude or whatsoever, she nods and explains she has a meeting. I simply nod and hug her as she leaves. She also said about my sisters having a group project and one of them going for music rehearsals. I sigh as she walks out of this hell hole. Well, that means dad and I are going to have a father and son day, how amazing! Thankfully, for me, dad was still asleep. I check my phone for messages and I see none. As it was just 7 in the morning and dad would not wake up until 12, I study a little. I've finished this week's homework already, so on Thursday some of the teachers gave me credit works,I solve some high leveled equations and solve my Rubik's cube at least fifteen times. That's when it came to me that the clock had struck twelve, in easier words time for dad to get up. I use my superspeed to make his breakfast and set it up. I slowly take a seat across dad, have leftover sandwich. I take a deep breath before asking the question that had been floating in my mind.
“Hey Dad? Can I please go to the cave after breakfast?” If looks could kill, I'd be dead by now. Well, I guess I got my answer, I can't. Speeding up stairs I text Robs.
'You: Dude, sorry but I can't come today... Dad and I are spending time together today, heh!
Bird brain 🐥: awwww, well okay then. See ya later, feel the aster!!!!'
I roll my eyes at his play of words, and sigh, there wasn't anyway I could have fun or feel the aster when I'm with my dad, did they have any clue who he was?! No, and they don't need to! The day goes by when I get a text from my mom saying she won't return and my sisters had gone to their own dorms, day ended and night came, I spent the whole day cleaning up for my dad. Until, he realised I used my superspeed to clean up the kitchen this time. A punch came flying across my face, followed by a bunch of kicks on my ribs and a wall bang on my head.
“I'll make sure I never use my speed, sir.” I say looking down at my shoes.
“And make sure that never happens in this house ever again! Now, get out!” he yells, taking continuous sips from his beer.
I scrunch my nose, that odur always made me sick. I amble out of the living room, I grab few cubs of ice and stuff them on a bag. I speed to my room, and put the slef made ice pack over my injuries,my bruised lips and eyes starts healing. “I despise Saturdays” I whisper, I doze off with the icepack still on my head.
[I apologize from ahead for any grammatical or spelling errors, if you spot any, do let me know]
Word count: 695
~ Ash ^^
