Scar
I had never felt this type of burning fire in my chest before. When I rounded the corner to her place, I had my own thoughts but felt it was best to keep those thoughts to myself. The neighborhood wasn't horrible at first glance, but I had my fair share of dealings in this neighborhood to know its reputation. How the hell could her parents allow her to live in a place like this? They were filthy rich, more prosperous than even I was. It made no sense that they would allow their daughter, someone they loved so much, to live in such a disastrous place.
When I stepped through those doors and saw the glass lying around everywhere, I knew that the camera Constance cared so much about was gone. I didn't expect to creep down the hall slowly to hear so much commotion. I felt enraged, and an
