TOMMY
Struggling out of his arms I hiss at him, "How dare you disobey me! I told you what would happen!"
"Thomas, please, I was only trying to help you - to keep you from suffering."
"Lies!" I rise up, intent on delivering retribution. As I get on my knees however, I'm hit with a wave of dizziness that almost forces me to fall back. Apparently seeing this as well Zedd moves quickly hands out to grab me.
"Thomas easy, you have to rest. I'm here, I won't let anything happen to you."
"I don't need rest! I need you to obey me!" I can't let him see me weak! Not now, not ever. Shoving his hands aside I draw back and hit him with all the force I have and watch in satisfaction as his head snaps back and blood streams from his nose.
Heaving a sigh and stating something in a language I don't understand, he closes his eyes briefly before opening them to look at me in what I feel certain must be defeat. "Thomas-"
"We'll try this again" I snarl. "You will do as you're told. Go and clean up and then come back here and get in this bed."
Looking as if he wants to say something, he in the end seems to think better of it before shaking his head slowly and without a word, disappearing into the bathroom. Feeling a bit bad that I had to go and strike him again, even though it's his own fault for disobeying me, I still can't get the rather annoying pang of guilt out of my head now. Maybe I was too harsh on him. He said he was just worried about me suffering. Still though I told him no and he didn't listen, he has to listen.
Growling as I wait for him, still torn between satisfaction at having punished him and slight guilt over it being more injuries to his face, I decide in the end that maybe just maybe I shouldn't have hit him so hard. Even if he did have it coming.
Returning a few short minutes later and looking rather exhausted Zedd is making that annoying little pang of regret act up in me again and quite frankly I do not care for it. His other eye is already starting to bruise and his nose is swelling.
"You look terrible."
Raising a brow at my comment, he looks at me rather oddly for a moment before shaking his head. "Thanks."
Once he's in bed, I pull him close and gently stroke his hair. "Stop disobeying me and I won't have to discipline you any more, Zedd." I feel him nod against my chest and I press a kiss to his forehead.
Just as I slide into sleep, I hear him whisper sadly, "I'm sorry, Thomas. I hope you can forgive me."
I murmur back, "You're forgiven."
