Toby
Some demon from the pits of Hell decided to blast him with some sort of light power blinding him before he even woke up. The ringing in his ears and the tsunami in his head was threatening to break through his skull.
“Get. Up.”
Mom. She was using the voice she only used when Brandon f****d up.
“It’s Saturday, training isn’t until the afternoon.” He rolled over and pulled the pillow over his head.
The pillow leapt from his hold and plummeted to its death somewhere on the floor.
“I can overlook most things, Toby. I do. You’re seventeen, you’ve got a good head on your shoulders, all that s**t I kind of had. However,” the sheets made a whoosh and were gone, exposing him in his shorts and nothing else. He may have had one sock on but he couldn’t tell. “But you seemed to act stupid a
