Axel had come home to the house a mess even though he had told Terran to make sure that it was spotless by the time he got home. When he saw the clothes and other things still on the floor it was like something snapped in the vampire, as he moved though the house and found the teen sitting int he lounge watching tv. HE reached over and grabbed his shoulder before pulling him over the couch and onto the floor. “What did I tell you to do while I was away boy?!”
Fuck– He couldn’t deal with the yelling, or being touched while Axel was raging. The complaints sent him back in time to when he was living with Papa, hearing many of the same words, and the juxtaposition made him feel physically ill and disconnected – lost somewhere between the past and present.
“S– So– Sor–” Being crippled by his stutter and gut-wrenching fear reduced him to a teary, shaking mess. He sobbed and gave the slightest shake of his head at the threat. “Pl– plea…se…!”
“Please what?!” He yelled as he slapped the teen across his face rather hard before grabbing his hair and dragging him into the bathroom and towards the toliet. “See how dirty it is?!!” Axel screamed at him before shoving his head into the bowl and holding it under the water.
He held him there for a few seconds before pulling him out and throwng him across the room. “Get this house clean now.” He hissed as he got close to Terran. “And clean yourself up, you stink and look like a mess.” The vampire growled.
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