Four

BREAK THE HALO.

(Simon’s POV)

The atmosphere became uncomfortable. Forcing smiles was unbearable at times. I went to the back of the church, free from their religious eyes.

I exhaled slowly taking in the night breeze. Then I heard footsteps, neither heavy, nor light. Maybe a child wondered away from the courtyard. I turned to find the child, but my heart jumped.

He was there, taking in the moonlight. Forgive me father, but damn he was sexy.

His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his tattoos, his hair was messy, and he stood there as though he owned the place.

“Bless you,” I said forcing a smile.

He smirked and lifted his cigarette. I swallowed hard. He’s presence was intimidating.

I tried to leave but he grabbed my hands and dragged me back. I turned and our noses were inches away.

“Bless you too,” he said with sarcasm lacing his tone.

I tried wiggling my wrist out of his grip.

“Didn’t think they’d let the miracle boy, out of their sight.”

I smiled, wanting to speak but he cut me off.

“Could you not give me that creepy smile?, it looks painful” he hissed.

“What?” I asked shocked.

“You look like a walking corpse. You can fool the Entire Edevane, but I see through your act.” He replied.

“Don’t you get tired of it? Tired of all these lies? The miracle boy, the blessings, bowing, all these acting.”

He finally said.

“I’m not acting” I whispered.

“You know they’d sacrifice you if they thought it’ll get them on the boat of salvation” his tone was firm.

He saw me. For the first time, someone genuinely saw me. I could let anyone see me in such a position with him. I tried to pull myself out of his grip, but he tightened it.

“Aw baby, why are you shaking? I’ve barely touched you” he burst out laughing.

His laugh sent vibrations to my Dick. My face turned tomato red, and he knew it.

He stared deep in my eyes like he was looking for something. There was a flicker of emotion in his eyes, but he masked it quickly and grinned widely.

“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful your eyes are?” He asked, tilting his head.

“Wha-“ I couldn’t even continue. I couldn’t let him get into my head.

Before I could react, he closed the gap between us and bite my ear lobe. It was soft, sending goosebumps throughout my body. Anymore closeness and he’d feel how hard I was.

I pulled out of his grip and walked out. I’d be dead if Father cadwell sees me.

“Simon” his voice thundered.

Spoke too soon.

“Good evening father,” Arson said smiling like a maniac.

He was torturing me. He knew how much Father cadwell disliked him.

“Don’t be too harsh on him, Father. He was showing me around, " he said, moving his eyes to mine.

He was baiting me.

“You and him?” Father cadwell asked. His gaze flickered from Arson to mine.

“He was lost, I was only directing him back to the courtyard,” I lied.

“Yes, father, don’t be too harsh on the golden child, " he said in a mockery-laced tone.

Father Cadwell's hands pressed on my shoulders. I almost flinched. “Come with me, now!” he replied.

“Aren’t you going to pray for me, Father?” Arson said he was annoying him intentionally.

“Your presence here means a lot to your father, Don’t push it, boy.” He spoke.

He pulled me up. I risked one more glance at Arson and he was staring, as if he knew I'd turn. I turned to leave with Father cadwell.

Father Cadwell tightened on my shoulder as he pulled me inside the rectory.

When we got to his room, he pulled me in. The soft click of the lock makes my stomach twist.

“Kneel, boy,” he commanded with a low yet intimidating voice.

I went down on my knees, like a lamb waiting to be sacrificed. Goosebumps spread throughout my body as my knee made contact with the cold floor.

“You and him? Away from the church? And you look me in the eyes to lie? In front of that filth? Do I look stupid boy?” he said as his fingers worked their way inside my hair, tugging it back till our eyes met.

His eyes held so many emotions. It was unreadable. Anger, pain, and something I couldn't figure out.

“No Father.” I managed.

He scoffed. “Do you think I don't know what that boy wants?” he asked his voice becoming raspy.

He walked round where I stood, then he leaned in till he was breathing on my neck.

“I know all that happens under my roof, child.”

I swallowed, my gulp was visible which was the only clarification he needed.

His fingers worked their way back to my hair, keeping me in place.

“I was only showing him his way.” I lied

“Liar” he hissed. His thumb pressed my cheekbone till it hurt. Every time he comes back from these so-called business meetings, he is always on Edge.

“He’s unholy, he’s dirty, and you must be kept pure.” He said forcing our eyes to meet. The tip of his thumb brushed my lips.

He let my hair go, stumbling back as tho he was tipsy.

“Take off your clothes”

I did as instructed, no questioning.

The first whip struck me hard forcing me to bite my lips.

The dry leather belt landed again on my back, this time with more force. Two more whips and then he spoke

“ You’re pure, because of me. Do you know what happens when you let temptation take over? You become basked in sin.” He spoke.

He turned to drink from his glass, then he turned back to me.

“ I see how your hungry eyes stray away during hymns just to steal glances from that lowlife. All for selfish gains” he looked irritated.

Another whip, followed by multiple whips.

“You would beg for forgiveness after you have confessed your sins.”

“Yes Father” my voice came out as a whisper.

“Leave.”