Living with the Dead.(twd)

The Key. (159)

MADISON'S POV.
He lead me to his front door, hurrying me and hauling me by the hand. When we got to his place he pulled a key out from under his doormat and quickly put it into the lock and twisted. He eagerly opened the door and shut it silently behind us.
"Sam and mom aren't home. We have the house to ourselves." He whispers into my ear.

Instead of responding I grip the loops in his jeans, right where his belt is and pull him towards me, smashing our lips together to give him a taster of the best night he'll never have.

Then abruptly I smirk and walk away. I turn slightly to catch his shocked expression but I continue for the stairs and when I reach the bottom step I turn and motion for him to follow. He fumbles over his own feet desperate to make his way over to me and I continue up the stairs until I reach his room and I lie on his bed.

He eventually reaches his bedroom door and stares at me and thats when my dread kicks in. Thats when I realise how bad i'm leading him on. Thats when I realise that I shouldn't be pretending to have sex with him but I never could and the thought of him touching me now is enough to make me run from the room. I could never like Ron in that way. He's my friend, kinda. But it could never be something more. I only want Carl. This feels so wrong and my mind races equally as fast as my heart.

He strides towards me and locks his lips to my own. I close my eyes not to want the kiss or to make it passionate but in fear that I might break if I see his face and then i'll be forced to make myself run but I need those keys and thats the only reason why i'm doing this.
He pulls away for only a few seconds so he can pull his shirt off.
"Wait!" I gasp and climb off the bed.
He continues to look at me with lustful eyes.
"I really want to tear that dress off you." He mumbles as he also climbs off the bed and strides over to me.

I begin to weigh my options. I was meant to seduce him into handing over the keys, not plan a way to sprint from the room. He reaches for me and pulls me tight against him and licks his lips before kissing down my neck.
"Stop." I order but he just groans.
I roll my eyes and he attempts to drag me back to the bed but I stay locked in position.

My eyes find their way to under Ron's bed where his schoolbag sits opened. Last time I saw his school bag he wouldn't let me see inside it because he had a weapon. I bet Carl was right about it being a gun.

Ron breaks my taughts by lifting me and throwing me on the bed. His hand grazes up my thigh and I wriggle under his tight grasp. He seems to be oblivious to my efforts to stop him as he goes further to zip my dress down.
"Ron stop it now!" I growl.
"Mmhh, I know you Madison, thats not really what you want."
"You'd be suprised about how little you know of me." I snap but he doesn't process what i'm trying to tell him as he lets his hormones think instead of his brain.
Why do I only now feel like this was the case all along.
Was Carl right when he said he just wanted to 'get in my pants' ?

I reach my hand down as far as I can off the bed until I feel the zip of Ron's school bag.
"Ron, listen to me. You need to stop, you don't want to do this." I warn him.
I remember the knife Carol gave to me but he's ontop of me making it impossible to access it. The gun is my only other option, so I stretch further, feeling my muscles in my arms work and pain as I strain to reach the gun.

It would be no use to shove him because he's ontop so I settle for a headbutt. The impact was painful and I take a few seconds to recover but Ron is quicker and climbs back intop. Images of the men from the carts flash through my mind. Ron couldn't be like those men, could he?
No, but Ron doesn't seem to be in control of himself which scares me more. His hormones are controling what he does instead of his brain and it makes him seem like a robot which scares me.
"Ron stop!"
No answer.
"Stop!"
No answer.
"Ron stop, i'm pregnant!"