Tim was sitting in the living room on the couch.
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" His father screamed at him, "LOOK AT THIS MESS!" He pointed at the blood covered blanket and pillow laying before him on the living room table, just to prove a point.
Tim's gaze was lowered to the floor. His mother was sitting next to him disinfecting the bite wound on his shoulder. He flinched every time his father started to speak or his mother touched the wound with the cotton ball she used to apply the disinfectant.
"I—"
"Don't you fucking dare utter another word mister." His father told him with a fierce tone in his voice. His finger still held high in a mocking manner pointed at Tim. "Go shower once your mother is finished and then go to sleep! Take the guest blanket and a pillow from your brother. And if I hear even one sound from your room, you will not see the light of the day for months other than when you go to school."
Tim quickly hurried into the bathroom to escape his father's wrath and took a shower. "Dickhead!" He muttered, "Only angry because I did this with a boy but pretends it is because of the blood. If he really was angry about that he would have taken me to the hospital and commanded me to give him Lukas' phone number to check in on him." He angrily rubbed the shampoo into his scalp, hurting himself with the pressure he was exerting on himself.
He looked down and noticed the incredibly large amount of blood flowing off of his body and into his drain: "I wonder what he would have done if I had told him I don't want to be bitten… Would he have… How would that even feel?" He tried to imagine how it would have felt if he and Lukas would have gone all the way.
"It would have hurt… probably." He muttered as he washed his private parts.