Bitter Pill(Undeserved)

CHAPTER 12*Pretty Boy*

I remember the day he came knocking on our door asking for Skylar's whereabout.

Even before knowing Reilly was Jaidyn's younger brother I had wondered who the shy boy is hiding under his hoodie and bang, my mind trying to picture what his face looks like under those bangs. 

But that keen exciting interest flew out the window when I realised the son of who he is and the brother to whom, although the curiosity to see his face returned this time the interest was more for selfish and evil reasons. 

And as I made to brush back Reilly's bangs, I know whatever his face looks like underneath the hair excellent or bad, it would be an advantage for me a tool to torment him further. 

The plans I have for him I do not plan on stopping, I am going to drive him towards the edge and his family towards a deep end they would wish never to have existed in the first place. 

I could feel Reilly tremble against me as I pressed his lower half into the sink while pressing my body into him and the way his skin immediately when pale when I talked about seeing his face. 

I don't know for what reason's he chose to hide his face. Still, I was going to find out today, according to the little information I could get from, Bryce he told me little Reilly was cute how he remembered their childhood, but at a point in time, the boy stopped coming to school for a year. When Reilly came back, he was different and mysterious.

But I was going to uncover that mystery today, my palm brushed Reilly's forehead, and I heard him breathe in sharply, causing me to smile.

It is good to know my touch affects him this way at least that would make my task more comfortable to execute all he needs is a little breaking here and there. 

 I push his hair backwards with slowly revealing his forehead, and I watched as Reilly closed his eyes, but a surprise gasps left my lips (gorgeous) when I met with his face in the mirror. 

The image reflecting before me in the mirror is far from everything I have imagined Reilly to look like, not in my wildest dream did I think he would look so beautiful.

I chuckle darkly as different thoughts swim through my mind,

"Open your eyes." 

I whispered in his eyes, but he remained still not planning to move a muscle.

"Open your eyes, Reilly, don't make me repeat myself." 

I tell him darkly, and he gulps before slowly opening his eyes, averting his eyes from looking into the mirror before him. 

"I need to see them, Reilly, now look into the mirror, and I won't repeat myself this time around so behave."'

I warned, and he slowly moves his eyes to stare in the mirror with discomfort and shame swimming in his eyes. 

I could see clearly from the mirror how shameful he felt looking at his face in the mirror and I wondered why or should I, I think I know why though. 

"Tell me what Reilly, what do you see in the mirror." 

I ask, he tries to open his mouth multiple times but failed, do I scare him that much? I guess I do.

"I can talk with my fist, you know, I think you prefer that to me being civil." 

I say in mock sarcasm, and he is quick to shake his head.

"I see myself." 

He whispers, and I smiled.

"Is that all you see, just yourself what about your face?." 

I ask and tries averting his eyes from the mirror again.

"You want to know what I see." 

I ask purposely leaning into him more, with my breath slowly fanning his ears, and I pick on as his breathing gradually became erratic. 

Reilly shakes his head no, and I smirk with a chuckle.

"I wasn't asking for your approval. It's not surprising how you can't even look at your face for more than a few seconds. You do know some girls would kill to have a face such as beautiful as yours, a skin so pretty and endearing. You know if I didn't know you were a boy and I come across you in the streets I would mistake you for a girl. You sure are beautiful, perhaps too beautiful for a man." 

I comment as my hands traced the outline of his face slowly, and I must admit I have not seen a woman or man as beautiful as he is. 

Reilly's face contorts in fear, and his eyes slowly filled with unshed tears as my fingers traced the beautiful outline of his milk skin. 

His nose pointy and small in size matching the entire structure of his face, the outline of his eyes and eyebrow I would say looked cat-like in a way, and his lips, they are the most luscious I have ever seen both in a man and woman. 

His eyes, the moment he opened them, I almost found myself drowning in it they are the most beautiful pair of Voilet eyes I have ever seen. 

The first time I am seeing someone with Voilet eye colour, I know people with distinct eye colour exist mostly due to lack of pigmentation which applies to Reilly's case give the extra milky tone of his skin.

  The first thought that crossed my mind when I pushed is hair backwards was beautiful, and then he opened his eyes, and it was the most captivating sight ever, I had to remind myself the purpose for all this before I get carried away by his looks.

I know some men look more handsome than others, but Reilly's is more than beautiful, I would say gorgeous if this term applies for a man. 

The softness of his skin against my hand was something else that left me appalled by his beauty. I must admit he is a pretty boy and I seem to have said this for the millionth time now, I am not gay in no way attracted to men, but this face before me is causing to question my knowledge about the beauty standard of a man and a woman. 

"I think we both know why you can't even look yourself in the mirror, seeing as you look nothing like a boy. Perhaps you get turned on by seeing your face in the mirror. You look like a perfect Disney princess even more beautiful than every Disney Princess out there, am I wrong?"

I ask pinching his cheeks lightly he gasps before shaking his head. 

"Must I remind you of the importance of using your words." 

I ask him again, and he shakes his head before opening his mouth to reply.

"N-no, yo-you're right." 

He says stuttering badly, and I sighed. 

"Well I know I am right I just had to ask, so it won't seem like I am talking to myself. But here is the thing Reilly with a face like yours I can't tell if you're a boy. You look like a girl I bet any of the students who see your face would no doubt say you are a girl. That's why I need to confirm on their behalf and of course for your good. Who knows one of these days someone might be curious enough to pull down your hoodie in the hallway exposing your face and I don't think you would be able to convince them that you are a boy with this face, but I after confirming can vouch for you. so what do you say?."

 I ask, my excitement for his reaction building as his eyes continue to grow big in the mirror with every word I said. 

I watched from the mirror as he struggled with himself for something, probably contemplating what to say or weighing his choices on what is to come, and it gladdens me to watch him go through this internal turmoil.

"Ho-How."

Reilly asks sheepishly, and I smirked, everything is falling in place just as I want to, I guess breaking him won't be all that difficult. 

As I made to reply, him, the bell rings, and I see as his eyes slowly start to fill with relief, oh boy, you thought wrong.

"The bell?."

 He says hopefully thinking I would let him go, but I am not, done with him.

"It's a pity history class would have to wait as I am not, done with you, so where were we? Oh, you asked how. You see we are both boys and just from my features, I am sure you can tell with no doubt that I am a manly man. As for that's a bit hard to tell, so I have to confirm from other places. you know other parts of your body that could  prove you're not exactly a girl pretending to be a boy." 

"What?"

Reilly all but squeak out, and I chuckled at his expression and how my statement seems to have jolt his mind awake, and he pushed away from me staring at me with eyes wide enough to pop out of their sockets. 

"What's got your panties in a twist pretty boy, we are both guys remember. don't worry; I don't plan on doing anything more than confirm your genitals is that of a boy." 

I tell as I approach him, and he backs away, shaking his head. 

"No, No. Can't happen." 

He says, backing away, and I laugh stopping my steps. 

"You see It wasn't a request. So your approval means nothing. If I were you, I wouldn't even try to stop me. I am sure Bryce would be thrilled to know some of the things we both know." 

I tell him, and his step falters, his movement comes to a sudden stop as I walk up to him. 

"I guess that's a yes."

 I say smiling stopping in front of his trembling body and hands holding onto cubicle separating the Urinals for support. 

  Exactly Where I want you to be, I said to myself, smiling. 

N;B

I will be posting a picture of what Reilly looks like on the Face*book readers group. if you on the group check the page after reading to see what he looks like and if you aren't I'll leave it up to your imagination. Love you all.