Rosa's POV.

I tossed on the bed for what seemed like the hundredth time to me. The rain hit the glass of my window making me aware of its presence. I sat upright on the bed watching the rain drizzle down. I miss home but I knew that there was no way that Zack would let me go. He was so obsessed with me and I don't know if I should be happy or sad. I pouted my lips while humming one of my favorite songs. My last encounter with Marc and Jack flashed through my mind and I blushed. They always had a way of making me smile, unlike...