Wally came back before we managed to pick the lock. I protected the kids said that it was my job to make sure they were good an I failed. I thought I'd get the usual punishment but instead, he beat me all over black and blue.

The kids are gone now he said he was sending them to someone to teach them to be good little kids for Daddy and Mommy.

I just hope they're alive but I don't have the courage to ask.

I don't have the strength to deal with this anymore.

I just lie in bed when Wally isn't here and he complains I'm not keeping the house clean like a good wife when he is.

He hasn't beat me since but he doesn't seem sorry.

It's been eight months since I've gotten here and I can barely muster the strength to write this.

But Wally did something the other day that gave me hope again. And I want to use it while I have it.

He came in like any other day only he was carrying a small bag. "Dear I'm sorry I've been so rough on you... I've looked into your symptoms and I think you're depressed... I'll be here so you can get better and be happy again... Plus these should help." He hands me a bottle of antidepressants. "It will take time but you will get better." I look up at him and for the first time, I think that he cares about me and not the image of me he's forced me into.

I sit up and crawl over to him hugging and crying. I'm not doing it cause it's what he wants. I'm doing it cause it's what I want. He hugs m back and kisses my forehead. And we just stayed like that for a while. Wally has been treating me okay ever since then and we've been getting along okay.

But I'm still worried about the kids and whatever trainer Wally sent them to.

This has been Dick Grayson on day who knows anymore... Please send help