Her

Chapter 3

He said he liked her because her eyes told stories and her lips held more secrets then he could count.

Rosalina pulled her hair up into a ponytail before going over to the makeshift kitchen to make something for dinner, but she only found the cabins empty except for a small box of crackers and tea bags. She shrugged her shoulders as she grabbed a tea bag and began to make some tea for herself.

Rosalina sat on the rough texture creme sofa as she sipped on her now cold tea. She stared at the TV which only played shows in white and black when she heard a knock on her door. She pushed herself of the sofa and walked over to the door.

"Camden" Rosalina said as she opened the door.

"Oh you're not Camden" She said when she saw an older boy standing in the door way. His black hair was gelled back and his clothes were twenty dollars to much from him to live on this side of town. Rosalina didn't care that he was from the rich side as she helped him inside and away from the cold world. He was a mess or at least his hands were. His knuckles were bruised and bloody.

"Are you OK?" Rosalina asked as she rubbed away some of the still wet blood with her shirt. He nodded as he almost fell a little bit. Rosalina wondered way he was on this side of town, maybe looking for someone? He pulled back his hands and wiped them down his light blue shirt. As he pulled his hands away from his shirt he held a look of disgust on his pretty face.

Her smoky charcoal eyes met his coffee-colored ones. And just like that an obsession was born. He smiled at Rosalina before walked out of here house like nothing happened. Rosalina gave the now closed door a weird look as she tried to make sense of what just happened before going off to bed.