*Riley’s POV*
Warning: I’m a bit of a sadist and this chapter is pretty violent….
Charlie’s room is such a comfort to me. It just seemed to hold his presence wrapped up in a nice little square, a place where I could relax. He left his window unlocked still-silly boy. Was he secretly waiting for me every night? Hoping I’d come?
I wouldn’t know.
Don’t get me wrong, just because I’m in his room and he’s not here or happy with me, doesn’t mean think I deserve any of this. Quinn hadn’t lied when he said I was messed up. I knew something was wrong with the way I thought, using people to get what I wanted.
But amazingly I coulds still feel. And I felt love.
I set down Charlie’s book of poetry, analyzing myself to deeply because of his soft but razor sharp words. So many poems were about me. You could tell by the sadness, the lonliness, the happiness… he didn’t know how to feel about me. I was something dark who just wanted his shinning self.
Damn poetry. I sounded like a fantasy book.
He wans’t home yet-or maybe he was. It was hard to indentfy the footsteps on the top floor, so that could be him, or it could be his parents. Who knew. All I knew was I had a golden opportunity here-to look through his stuff. Call me a bad person, but I have a excuse-wanting to know more about him.
Not a great excuse since I’ve known him since childhood… but anyways, I’m going to stop arguing with myself when I’m so curious. I roll off his bed, tucking the poetry book away in its hidding spot. If his parents found him-well, it was a good indication he was gay. He had a poem titled ‘Closet’
I went to his book shelf-which let me tell you, he’d read more books on one shelf then I had my entire life. If I took the entire book case and all the other material scattered around his room into account, I had no comparison from how different our reading habbits were.
I pulled one at random from the shelf and another, smaller book, fell from the inside of it. What’s this…? Confused I bend to retreive book number two. It looked like some kind of comic book. There was a warning on the front that read ‘read backward’. What kind of book did you read backwards?!
I flipped it open. A cartoon? What the hell was a ‘yaoi’ ? Was that even English? I flipped through the pages, not really reading, just looking at the art. Then things started to get interesting. Well, well, well.. Charlie was into smut now, was he? A sly smirk travelled across my face.
Then I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I fumbled to hide the book back into place and I threw myself around the corner of his wall so if it was his parents they wouldn’t see me. But when the door opened it was Charlie’s figure that threw itself face down on his bed. I watched in horror as sobs racked him. What was wrong with him?!! Did this have something to do with Rex?!
I don’t speak. I just sit down next to him and place my hand on his back, itending to massage him, sooth him.. Take the pain away if I could. Bu he jumped like a startled cat and made a sqeaking noise “I didn’t tell anyone!” he screams, sitting up, eye’s going wild as they finally focus on me.
“…………” I stare at him, eyebrows furrowing, eye’s blazing.
Someone had done something to him. Rex? That’s my first guess. He was about to tell me. He was going to tell me. I’d force him to before I let whatever was going on continoue to hurt him. Before Charlie could utter a word I’d roll him onto his back. I starndled him from the hips.
