Behind Her Eyes

By RB Schalin

John is a regular sixteen year old who falls in love with a girl,
but it doesn’t take long until he notices her darker sides at the same time she becomes more obsessed with him.

Brooke is a victim of incest but has her own dark desires,
and when she meets John, she knows he is the only one who can replace who she
lost so many years ago.

Behind Her Eyes tells the story of a dark family secret and
misplaced love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: RB Schalin
• Release date: Feb 22, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310450907

RB Schalin

RB Schalin was born in Stockholm, Sweden in 1971. In 1994 he decided to get an education and moved to the U.S. where he got a degree in BBA. At the same time he met his wife to be and after graduation he moved to Panama, Central America.There he worked in Casinos, Import/Export and finally on a Teak Plantation.In 2009 he and his family decided to relocate to Spain where they are still living.Please give my novellas a review. I am thankful for any input from my readers.

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Behind Her Eyes

RB Schalin

Copyright 2013 by RB Schalin

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Chapter 1

My counselor suggested I write down everything that happened this autumn. Supposedly it will help me to come to terms with what I did. As I am writing this I am in my room in a Juvenile Detention Center accused of involuntary manslaughter. I’m being held in detention while the Juvenile Court and the police investigate my case. I turned sixteen two weeks ago, so if I am found guilty I will be in a place like this for two years and then probably moved to an adult jail to finish my sentence.

The Center is not too bad. We have a common room where we can watch TV or DVD movies. We have a sports facility, and the food is pretty decent. My fellow prisoners are mostly in here for minor drug charges, and theft. All in all we are about eighty kids here from the ages of thirteen to seventeen. The guards are pretty cool and as long as you respect them and do as you are told they seldom bother us.

I was born in a medium sized town somewhere in the Northwestern United States. The town is located close to the mountains and there is a small river close by. The town has a couple of fast food restaurants, three banks, a Blockbuster video store, four churches, and the rest of the things you can find in any town. Its biggest revenue comes from winter sports and people camping and hiking in the mountains in the summer. It is not a ski resort but it’s close enough to the mountains for people to spend the day on the slopes and drive back in the evening.

My father is the manager of one of the local banks, and my mother works as a nurse in the small medical centre in town. My little sister Amy is eight and wants to be a ballerina when she grows up. Personally I don’t think that’s going to happen because she has no sense of rhythm and I don’t have the heart to tell her.

Before I ended up here at the centre I was just like any other teenager. I went to school, hung out with my two best friends, Tom and Mike. Tom is one of those guys who like to do things all the time. He loves camping, fishing and sports. His father is a mountain guide so ever since he was small he has been a fan of nature. Mike is the opposite; he is what one would call a Nerd. Very good grades, his interest are computers, the internet and online chess matches. We have all known each other since pre-school. We were only four years old when we met the first time. Tom was always the more popular one with the girls. I am bigger and look older than my age, but I am shy, and tend to get cold feet as soon someone of the opposite sex talks to me. Mike lives in his own world, and has no interest in girls, at the moment. We do have one thing in common and that is dirt bikes. We each have one and as often as we can we ask one of our fathers to drive us to where a trail start and we can drive the bikes all day on the mountain, sometimes we spend the night camping. Since we are not old enough, we can’t drive the bikes on the open road. We are not allowed on the trails either, but Chief Harris of our local police force is nice enough to let us do our thing.

By now you are probably wondering why a nice guy like me from a normal town with a normal family and friends ended up in juvenile prison for manslaughter. I will tell you. It was because of Brooke, the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, and I loved her so much I would have done anything for her.

Chapter 2

I remember the first time I saw her. We had just finished the first class of the day and Mike, Tom and I were walking across the school yard when I saw her. She had a white summer dress and brown sandals with straps going up toward her knees. Her skin was golden, and her sun bleached hair was flowing down her back in large heavy curls. She had an oval face, with a full mouth and a small straight nose and as she passed us going into the school, her green eyes sparkled in the sunlight. She smiled at us and her teeth were as white as in toothpaste commercials. When she had passed, the three of us turned and watched her swinging hips.

‘Holy Shit!’ said Tom, while we watched the door close behind her. ‘Where did she come from, and how do I get to meet here?’

Mike broke into a laugh. ‘Tom you are good with the girls, but I seriously doubt a girl of that caliber would be interested in a son of a mountain guide, she will be looking for someone with a Mustang and serious dough in his pocket.’

‘Bullshit, Mike. Give me a few days and I will have her wrapped around my little finger, you just watch and learn.’

I was still in a daze, and didn’t opinionate on the topic of Tom’s gift of wrapping girls around his fingers. I was sure she had smiled at me, not at us. Me, imagine that. I felt warm and there was like a cavernous feeling in my stomach.

‘John hello, earth to John, is you there?

I turned to Mike who was talking to me, ‘sorry I was a bit distracted.’

‘Yeah, I noticed, don’t tell me you too want to wrap her around your finger.’

I could feel my face blushing, and it embarrased me. I quickly changed the topic.

‘Guys we will be late for class, let’s get a move on!’

The morning passed slowly, one class after another, and I couldn’t concentrate. My mind was on the girl we had seen. If I could paint, and someone asked me to paint my fantasy girl, she would have looked like the one we saw. I wanted to meet her, I wanted to talk to her, but I didn’t know if I would dare, even if I had the opportunity.

During the lunch break Tom, Mike and I took our usual table by the window. We were discussing an assignment we had been given in Biology, which was due at the end of the week.

‘I can’t believe they give us these assignments already, it’s the first day of class,’ said Tom with a sigh.

‘Come on. It’s not so bad, I will do all the research and then we divide up the typing. It will be done in no time,’ said Mike.

I was just about to take a bite of my hamburger when I looked towards the entrance to the cafeteria when she walked in. Time stopped, all I could see was her walking towards the service area, picking up a tray on the way. Everyone else seemed to slow down, only she was walking at normal speed. She flicked her head and her hair cascaded to the side, she saw me. I tried to look away, but it was too late, she had seen me staring. She smiled and winked. Finally, I looked away, straight into Tom’s grinning face.

‘Wow, she gave you a wink, or was it meant for me?’

‘Cut it out Tom,’ I said, trying to sound cool.

Inside I was hot, I was actually sweating, and I could feel the drops running down under my arms.

‘Guys, especially lover boy Tom, might