I'm A What?!

High Strung Dom

     Tim blinked a few times as he looked up at his ceiling. His whole body was aching as he lay in, what he assumed was, his bed. He wasn't sure what was going on. The last thing he remembered was getting mad at Howard because of... of... something.

     Slowly, he sat up and looked around. Even though he'd gotten used to the room he was now staying in, everything seemed... off somehow. His phone was plugged into the wall charging on the bedstand next to him. His homework was in a neat pile on the desk across from him. And he was still in the clothes he'd been wearing since school, which he assumed was earlier that day.

     He pulled himself out of bed and looked around. What felt different? Why did he feel different? He walked into the bathroom across the hall with his toiletries in it. He looked in the mirror and winced. Tim reached up and touched the shiner that covered his entire right eye. It stung like hell. His bottom lip also had a cut on the left side.

     'At least the injuries are symmetrical.' He thought. 'But how did I get them again? I haven't had a game in a while. His head swam as he tried to remember what happened last night. Did he... did he get into a fight with Howard? How bad had it been? How did Howard look?

     Just then, he heard a noise downstairs. It sounded like someone was in the kitchen. He went downstairs and stopped dead when he got to the dining room. The table was flipped over, three chairs were spread across the room, and the fourth lay in pieces by the entrance to the kitchen. Food stained the walls and cabinet that held a few broken glasses.

     It looked like the aftermath of a bar fight... or two Doms going at it...

     Gat was sitting on the kitchen counter watching Emma make breakfast. Emma usually just cooked for Howard, but both Howard and Tim were kinda out of commission for the morning. Gat wasn't sure if Tim was going to be able to go to school today after what happened. Did that mean that he couldn't go to school either? How did that work if one of them got sick? But he didn't have to think about it for too long.

     "What time is it?" Tim slightly slurred. His face looked swollen.

     "Early." Emma answered him as she started to plate the food she was working on.

     Tim just nodded and looked around. His head lulled a bit before his eyes landed on Gat. He blinked a few times, almost like he either didn't know who he was, or he didn't know why Gat was there. It was the latter.

     "Why are you sitting there? Get off the counter and sit proper at... the... table." His words trailed off when he looked back into the destroyed dining room. "Sit proper at the counter then. We have stools." Tim plopped down in one of the stools and his head lulled.

     Gat got down and sat in a stool. Emma placed some food in front of him and then crossed her arms as she turned to Tim.

     "How's the hangover?" She asked with a bit of disappointment in her voice.

     Tim grunted and his head dropped into his hands.

     "You better pull yourself together. You need to leave for class in thirty if you plan on making it on time."

     Tim's grunts turned into a low groan. He looked down at his clothes and groaned again. He pulled himself to his feet and walked back towards the dining room. He stopped and looked at the damage again. Confusion crossed his face one more time.

     "Where's Howard? Did he leave for work?" Tim's eyes never left the dining room as he asked.

     "He's taking the day off. He's sleeping off his own 'hangover' right now." Emma's tone sounded a bit mad.