Where does Simon always go off to?

Where does Rose live?

Out of the corner of his eye, Roger saw Simon silently disappearing into the trees. Without thinking, Roger took this opportunity crept subtly after him.

Roger was sitting on his usual bench by Rose's work, pretending to read a newspaper. She came out and began to lock up.

Roger could see Simon's sleek black hair from any distance. His little figure travelled through the trees almost as easily as Roger's. Their bodies were very similar in height and build, but Roger's muscles were more built up.

He watched Rose's small hands fumble around the keys as usual. Rose was shorter than him. About five foot three, at a guess. Her legs looked sleek in the chequered skirt that she was wearing.

Carefully, he crept over the creepers, determined to find out where it was that Simon always went. Sometimes he couldn't sleep at night, the obsession driving him wild. He must know everything about Simon. He wanted to know every part of Simon's body as if it were his own.

Rose began to totter in her usual direction down the street. Roger folded up his newspaper, put it under one arm, and sauntered after her. Her high heels made a click click sound on the pavement, different to Roger's flat soled school shoes.

Rose turned a corner and walked into a narrow alley where there was probably little light during the day, let alone now, in the early evening. She reached the end of the alley and turned left. Before Roger reached the end of the alley, a young man appeared at the other end from the opposite direction. There was no room for two men to pass, so one of them would have to go back. A bead of sweat trickled down the back of Roger's neck.

"Please, I am in a hurry." he begged, hoping that Rose would still be in sight when he got out of the alley.

"Roger?"

Simon appeared to have picked up the pace to almost a run, as if to be sure that nobody was following him. Roger tried to keep up but felt himself slipping behind.

In front of him, he hardly saw the shorter male figure cross his path before running headlong into him. The two boys toppled to the ground.

"Watch where you're going, Roger." Eric said, rubbing his head.

"You watch where you're fucking going!" Roger yelled. He looked up and saw that Simon was now out of sight.

Eric saw the furious look on Roger's harsh features and scrambled up. "I'm really sorry, Roger."

Roger looked at Eric and his features suddenly changed to a kindly smile, that looked wrong with his thin lips, furrowed brows and dark eyes, which were often covered by a mop of black hair.

"That's quite alright, Eric. Sorry for being angry."

This abnormality scared Eric even more than Roger's usual dark grin.

"Well I'll be going. Sorry again." Eric said hastily.

"Why go? We might as well hang out for a bit, eh?" Roger suggested. Eric's stomach dropped. Hanging out with Roger was the last thing he's ever want to do.

"Um, I really should be-"

"Help me up, Eric." Roger held out his hand. Eric took it reluctantly and hauled Roger to his feet. Eric tried to pull his hand away, but Roger failed to let go. Eric pulled a bit harder and Roger's grip tightened.

"Can I have my hand, Roger?" Eric began to silently panic.

Roger kept his tight grip on Eric's hand and with his other hand, he took a handful of the back of Eric's neck.

"You want me to let go?" Roger now dropped the illusion of pleasantness and his expression turned to one of sadistic pleasure.

"What are you doing?"

"Letting you go." And with that, Roger swung Eric around headfirst into a tree. Eric bounced off and fell to the floor, a shining, red gash now in his head.

Before he had a chance to gather himself, Roger kicked him hard in the stomach. And again. And again. Eric groaned in pain. Roger then knelt down beside him and rolled him onto his back.

"Please…" Eric breathed. Roger chuckled darkly, then grabbed Eric's wrists and held him down. He then pressed his lips hard on Eric's. He began kissing him roughly, sticking his tongue so far down Eric's throat that it nearly choked him. Eric tried to scream, but it was muffled by Roger's violently moving lips.

Somebody cleared their throat behind them. Roger stopped and whirled around.

"Roger, what are you doing?" asked Jack.

"Sorting some business." Roger said nonchalantly, even as he still held Eric's wrists. Silent tears dribbled down his face.

"Well you can sort it later, we're going hunting."

This memory came back vividly as Roger now stood in the alley with Eric.

"Roger, you bastard, that's you, isn't it?" the shorter, younger man sounded angry.

"I don't have the time for you today, I need to go." Roger brushed him off and started to force him backwards out of the alley.

Eric stopped moving and stood his ground. Even in the semi darkness, Roger could see the livid look in his eyes. "I spent the whole time on that island living in fear of you. And I'm going to make you pay!"

Eric swung a punch at Roger's face, but he moved out of the way and caught Eric's fist. Roger grabbed Eric's throat and pinned him to the wall.

"Do I have to kill you? Is that what it takes?" Roger threatened.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Oh yeah? Well maybe you should tell that to Piggy." Roger said with an evil smirk.

"You monster!" Eric yelled, and Roger tightened his grip on his throat.

"Eric, oh my god! Get off of him!" a female voice cried out suddenly. A beautiful, female voice.

Roger let go immediately and turned to see Rose pulling Eric away by the hand. She pulled him out of the alley and Roger followed them curiously. They got out and for some reason, Rose didn't let go of Eric's hand.

"You're crazy!" Rose spat at him.

"He swung at me, my actions were purely in self defence." Roger said in a silky tone. Rose turned on Eric.

"This true?" she interrogated.

"Yeah. I'm sorry baby." he kissed her hand apologetically.

Roger's eyes widened.

"I'm glad I came back now. I left my bag at work." Rose commented.

"You… and him?" he asked Rose, loosing his cool completely.

"Yes. Now if you don't mind, we're going home." And with that, Rose and Eric walked off, hand in hand.

"This cannot be fucking happening. Eric is gonna pay for this." he thought, walking furiously back to school.

Thanks for reading! I upload pretty fast, so the next chapter will probably be on in the next few days. I have a few ideas on where I'm going with this, but if anybody has any ideas, then I'd love to hear them. I absolutely love getting reviews, they make me so happy, so thank you for that 3
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