Chapter 9

Y/n POV:

Nobody said anything after the death of Simon. In all honesty, something in me sparked when beating him to death. I feel like a psychopath because of it. We had decided to wander around the beach, Ralph kept coming up to everyone with hopes of talking about what had happened. But nobody paid attention to him and instead walked away, ignored him or changed the conversation.

----time skip----

Another week passed, and Jack had resorted to torturing people to join us. Roger seemed to enjoy it. Occasionally, I'd walk past part of castle rock, and see Jack asking questions whilst Maurice and Bill held the victim's hands and legs and Roger jabbed them violently with a sharp stick until they bled. I'd hear their screams. I didn't mind though.

Wandering around the jungle wouldn't have been my first choice if I knew I'd get pinned to a tree by Roger with my hands above my head.

'We need to stop meeting like this,' I say. I can't help but notice the crazed look in his eyes.

He chuckles, looking to the side before staring back into my eyes, 'and yet I can't stay away from you. Is it the fact that you're the only girl here and my inner animal is coming out? Or that I'm falling for you?'

'Hopefully the second one,' I slightly tilt my head to a side.

He smirks, 'Hopefully~'

His lips slam onto mine, causing my head to hit the tree. I don't care though, his lips are amazing. The kiss immediately turns passionate and hot. His hands roaming around my lower back, waist and butt. I keep my hands in his tangle of dark hair, twisting it between my fingers and pulling at it.

He bits my lower lip until it bleeds, the blood only disspaeraing after his tongue licks my lips. With a small opening, he takes it and puts his tongue in my mouth. I feel it touch my teeth and own tongue before he takes it out and moves his body closer to mine. There's no room between us, and his lips aren't parting from mine. I tilt my head even more so he can reach my lips better. I tug at his hair, making him moan quietly.

I smile against the kiss, then he moves his lips. He trails down my jaw to my neck, biting harshly and making me bleed in places.

It isn't until we hear a rustle within the bushes that he part in shock. There we see Maurice standing there with a smug look on his face.

'Am I interrupting something?' He asks.

'No,' Roger and I say at the same time.

He rolls his eyes and scoffs, 'sure. I won't tell anyone anyways.'

Maurice walks off, giggling to himself like a child. Roger and I smile to each other at his childish behaviour.

Roger takes my hand and drags me back to castle rock.