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Wally hugged his legs closer to him as he listened to the Interpol agents in the other room. He knew he was in trouble. Or at least he thought he was in trouble.
But it really wasn’t his fault? He didn’t mean for this to happen. He just… the trip was already paid for. His parents had already signed the forms. He already had his passport ready. He’d been looking forward to it for weeks.
If only Dick hadn’t screwed everything up…
No. That wasn’t fair. Dick had nothing to do with it. Or at least no control over it. And Wally liked dating him. It wasn’t Dick’s fault Wally’s parents had figured it out from their texts.
God. Wally wished he still had his phone. His dad had taken it during their argument, and Wally would give anything to be able to call someone right now. The only numbers he had memorized were his mom’s… and Dick’s, but he wasn’t about to get his 14-year-old boyfriend involved in this mess.
On top of feeling like he was in trouble, he was also confused.
What was this place and why had they taken him here?
And when would they tell him what was going on?
Day 0
“I won’t have a goddamn f****** for a son! You have ten minutes to pack what you want to keep and get out!”
Wally gulped and zipped up the steps. He knew he wasn’t supposed to use his speed in the house, but what did it matter now? He had ten minutes to stuff his life into a suitcase and no phone to call for help.
Thankfully, a good chunk of his clothes were already in his suitcase. His class’s spring break trip to Europe was starting early the next morning.
Wally froze as a thought occurred to him.
He could still go on the trip… right?
Maybe it would be enough time for his parents to cool off?
He shook his head. It might be, but it would be best to pack what he cared about regardless.
He slipped all his photos out of their frames and stuffed them in a folder, packing it in his backpack along with as many speedster protein bars as he could fit and his passport and wallet.
His emergency cash stash went in too. He’d been building it a little at a time for almost two years.
Ever since he’d figured out he liked guys as much as he did girls.
His action figures and frivolous merch stayed. He liked it but didn’t need it.
His Kid Flash suit got hidden under the loose floorboard his emergency cash stash had been hidden under. He couldn’t bring it on the trip, and he had a spare at Uncle Barry’s.
He took his suitcase down the stairs just as he hit the ten minute mark.
His dad scowled at him and his mom avoided his eyes.
When he lingered in the doorway, his dad shoved him and his suitcase out and slammed the door.
Wally picked himself up. He guessed a ride to the school was out of the question, so he started his trek.
Hopefully, his parents had forgotten about the trip completely and wouldn’t interfere with this plan.
He arrived at the school around midnight, hid around the corner from where the bus would pick up, set his watch to go off at 5 am, and fell into an uneasy sleep.
He woke just before his alarm and dragged his suitcase over to the front of the school. The teachers soon arrived.
He lied and said his dad had had to go to work really early and dropped him off an hour prior.
By 6:30 am, everyone was there, roll had been called (Wally was relieved his name was still on the list), and the bus was on its way to the airport.
The first half of the two-week trip went well.
In fact, Wally was having a blast and almost able to forget his newfound struggles at home.
Then, his teacher got a call.
And Wally found himself wishing Mr. Stewart had never picked up the stupid phone.