I’m in love with a killer. _My _killer.

Well, technically he hasn’t killed me yet, but he’s going to.

Kevin Rogers was contracted to kill me approximately two days, four hours, and fifty six minutes ago. I won’t tell you how I know this, because you shouldn’t be worrying about that. Though, you should be worrying about my love interests. I always fall for the bad guys.

A killer has been assigned to me because of a little crime I didn’t commit. I have been accused of murdering my ex-boyfriend. Obviously, I didn’t, and I actually have no idea who did. They were really smart though. They framed it to where every little detail points back to me.

I first met Kevin four years ago before he ever got into the assassin industry. He was my first love. We dated for over two years, until he decided to leave me heartbroken. It was out of no where. He just told me it was over and left. He ruined my life, but I never stopped loving him. I mean how could I. You never forget your first love.

Unfortunately, the man I’ve been trying to rid myself of for the past two years is officially back in my life.

They told him he had a week to finish the job. I don’t think he’ll commit. After all, he’s never been good at it.