“Your child chose the murder route,” Eddie exclaimed, waving hands toward Buck, “I gave him the option of throwing it in the trash or try to kill you and he chose the murder route!”
“Your child chose the murder route,” Eddie exclaimed, waving hands toward Buck, “I gave him the option of throwing it in the trash or try to kill you and he chose the murder route!”
"I can't decide what I'm more offended by," Buck said, wriggling in the restraints his husband and teenager had put him in, "the fact that you both decided you couldn't trust me with this that killing me was the only other option or that you put me in rope instead of saran wrap like a true psychopath."
Eddie blanched, dropping the knife he held in his fingers onto the tiled floor of the bathroom as Buck slid easily out of his restraints and stood up from the chair as if he had never been tied down.
The repeated clanging echoed through the room like a gunshot, but Eddie could only focus on the way Buck leaned down to grab the knife in his hand, rinsing the blood off of the sharp blade like he had done it a million times before.
"I told you he'd understand, dad, I knew he was like us!" Chris yelled excitedly as he walked past the bathroom door with an armful of the bloody towels Buck had walked in on them cleaning earlier that had started the entire mess.
"Yeah, buddy, you did," Eddie agreed thoughtfully, proudly, though he couldn't take his eyes away from the way Buck spun the knife expertly in his fingers before sliding it across Eddie's neck and collarbone without so much as a scratch to his skin.
"Need help, kid?" Buck called and fuck, Eddie might never figure out how he found such a perfect specimen of a human being to marry, but he wasn't about to let his family finish up the deed without him.
