Rosa's pov
I got out of the car as fast as I could. I didn't want to do this. I didn't want to cry, then why the hell am I sobbing? I didn't do anything wrong, but why did it feel like I did?
The hatred in Norman's eyes, the look of pity in Claire's eyes. I've seen it so many times before. I thought that I would have forgotten about it since it's been years, but the memory seems so fresh like it happened this morning. My mind started replaying a memory I thought I had forgotten as I was taken back to elementary school. The day after my entire life became f****d up.
"How can she come to school? "
"She has serial killer instincts. I heard it's genetic, and her dad is a serial killer right? "
"i***t, her dad is a mass murderer not a serial killer."
"Don't they mean the same thing? Eit
