Although Sami felt small (nine, eight, seven) sitting around the kitchen table that once held his sister's art and his father's fury, he kept staring directly at the man who raised him, who seemed to be ignoring his son's obvious death glares (literally) as if it were his job.
Sami and Kai were indeed holding hands, another thing the devil sitting at the dinner table was studiously avoiding. He kept making glances at their clasped hands, breathing in as if to comment, and deciding it wasn't worth it. A smart choice in theory, but it was making both of the pretty little psychos quite anxious, so maybe not. They were here to spill his sins out onto the carpet after all.
Kai was trying his best to make it seem like he was eating the devil's dinner, but was mostly just moving it around the plate. He gave Sami's hand a squeeze- a silent "stay here with me" when he felt and saw the elder drifting back to the childhood deep in his head.
The poignant silence was broken at last by satan himself, still dressed as if he were preaching to the lord in front of the church. "You two are good friends I gather?" he finally asked, glancing at their clasped hands. Sami snorted and Kai smiled.
"Cut the crap, you know we're fucking." Sami's flower boy turned the prettiest shade of cotton candy pink, still smiling, and his father looked taken aback. This was not the quiet, non-confrontational son he remembered from four years ago, and this time, the man with the mask felt a knot of fear growing in his stomach, but did his best not to show it.
"FIne," the (not so) holy man responded. "Why did you come back here, I thought I made it clear you were not welcome back." He still had that smile on his face that did not at all change the cold in his eyes, almost as if he were not discussing how he kicked his underage son out of the house four years before.
"Why, daddy, we're here to take off your mask. To let everyone know who you really are."
"And how do you think you're gonna do that exactly, huh? I have the whole church behind me, they'll never believe a word you say."
"We're gonna kill you daddy, just like you killed my little sister."
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SUGAR AND STEEL
Teen FictionIn which a boy as sweet and sickly as cough syrup and cotton candy meets a boy that tastes like Juicy Fruit and cigarettes (and is best friends with a butterfly knife)
