[He forces a grin. Turns around, forces all his cockiness out and slips out of Eddie’s lap. ] Hey, dad.
[There’s a Billy, and awed son, and then his eyes are on Eddie, trying to work through it. You - you and - and Billy’s chest rattles with anxiety. He needs Neil Hargrove angry, not this.
He shrugs off his coat. Flexes his hands. ] Yeah, me and him.
[Neil Hargrove isn’t stupid. Billy knows this. He rarely hit Billy too hard above the neck - knew Billy’s tells like the back of his hand. He knows a scheme. Maybe even is relieved by it, might be half way grateful to see Billy until Billy says:] Eddie, baby, say hi.
[He doesn’t even short circuit at that. Says some shit about miracles, and how they can turn Eddie in, how it’ll be all be okay and it’s so fucking ridiculous that the cockiness drops. Fizzles out, leaves him angry. Has him hissing a fuck you, has him pushing until Neil Hargrove snaps.
It’s not pretty. Not the way Billy takes it till he’s sobbing, not the way Neil speaks. Billy’s half way across the room, bleeding and starving, crawling to grab an old wrench, heavy and blunt. Neil gets one last hit before Billy gets up and swings.
Neil goes down like a tonne of bricks. Bleeds out from the head while Billy shakes. He has to move, he knows. Has to call 911. He doesn’t have time for the wretched emotions that start to bubble and spill out. ]
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Date: 2022-08-05 12:54 am (UTC)[There’s a Billy, and awed son, and then his eyes are on Eddie, trying to work through it. You - you and - and Billy’s chest rattles with anxiety. He needs Neil Hargrove angry, not this.
He shrugs off his coat. Flexes his hands. ] Yeah, me and him.
[Neil Hargrove isn’t stupid. Billy knows this. He rarely hit Billy too hard above the neck - knew Billy’s tells like the back of his hand. He knows a scheme. Maybe even is relieved by it, might be half way grateful to see Billy until Billy says:] Eddie, baby, say hi.
[He doesn’t even short circuit at that. Says some shit about miracles, and how they can turn Eddie in, how it’ll be all be okay and it’s so fucking ridiculous that the cockiness drops. Fizzles out, leaves him angry. Has him hissing a fuck you, has him pushing until Neil Hargrove snaps.
It’s not pretty. Not the way Billy takes it till he’s sobbing, not the way Neil speaks. Billy’s half way across the room, bleeding and starving, crawling to grab an old wrench, heavy and blunt. Neil gets one last hit before Billy gets up and swings.
Neil goes down like a tonne of bricks. Bleeds out from the head while Billy shakes. He has to move, he knows. Has to call 911. He doesn’t have time for the wretched emotions that start to bubble and spill out. ]