[He wants to say it’s fine. Except, yeah. Eddie’s going to feel real snappy soon, and if he does bite, Billy’s going go get real horny about it.
He lets Eddie use him to shift round, then it’s a flurry of motion. Shirt, jacket - getting Eddie into the backseat, getting the blood as far out of reach as possible.
He throws Eddie’s hat into the backseat: keeps his on, pulled down low and drives just above the limit. Not his usual, just enough to make sure they’re back in the suburbs before it hits 5pm.
Neil’s changed the locks. This is fine - the backdoor isn’t locked. Never is. Still, Billy is cautious when they pull up. Watches each neighbouring window for signs of life. Finds himself twitchy even when he finds most of them empty. Getting Eddie in is the real struggle: it doesn’t matter how quiet it is, Billy moves him inside fast and the blood faster.
The house is mostly the same. Beer bottles in the kitchen - dishes in the sink. Easing Eddie in, towards the basement door, it’s easy to see that Neil is barely hanging on. It’s barely satisfying. He wants to see his room - wants to see what he’s done to it. To him.
Eddie first, though.
The basement is all cobwebs. Billy’s old board stands in a corner, dust covered. Old pieces of California, some old dining chairs that his mom had picked out. He ties Eddie to one with some old fishing nets. Finds some old work cloths to gag him, and old tools to - well.
He doesn’t gag him right away. Presses a kiss to his forehead, murmurs a I’ll make it up to you before he gets to work. He knows how his dad does things: a slap hard enough to bruise. A hand around the throat, punches to the gut. Half way through he has to stop - puts his head on Eddie’s lap like he he might throw up. ]
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Date: 2022-08-05 12:07 am (UTC)[He wants to say it’s fine. Except, yeah. Eddie’s going to feel real snappy soon, and if he does bite, Billy’s going go get real horny about it.
He lets Eddie use him to shift round, then it’s a flurry of motion. Shirt, jacket - getting Eddie into the backseat, getting the blood as far out of reach as possible.
He throws Eddie’s hat into the backseat: keeps his on, pulled down low and drives just above the limit. Not his usual, just enough to make sure they’re back in the suburbs before it hits 5pm.
Neil’s changed the locks. This is fine - the backdoor isn’t locked. Never is. Still, Billy is cautious when they pull up. Watches each neighbouring window for signs of life. Finds himself twitchy even when he finds most of them empty. Getting Eddie in is the real struggle: it doesn’t matter how quiet it is, Billy moves him inside fast and the blood faster.
The house is mostly the same. Beer bottles in the kitchen - dishes in the sink. Easing Eddie in, towards the basement door, it’s easy to see that Neil is barely hanging on. It’s barely satisfying. He wants to see his room - wants to see what he’s done to it. To him.
Eddie first, though.
The basement is all cobwebs. Billy’s old board stands in a corner, dust covered. Old pieces of California, some old dining chairs that his mom had picked out. He ties Eddie to one with some old fishing nets. Finds some old work cloths to gag him, and old tools to - well.
He doesn’t gag him right away. Presses a kiss to his forehead, murmurs a I’ll make it up to you before he gets to work. He knows how his dad does things: a slap hard enough to bruise. A hand around the throat, punches to the gut. Half way through he has to stop - puts his head on Eddie’s lap like he he might throw up. ]