Suspect

IIChpt.1II

Love is a painful thing... especially when the person you love- doesn't love you back. Did anyone ever tell you to never judge a book by the cover? Well it doesn't matter... I can't be loved inside and out. I've been accused of so many things and the one person I thought would understand- doesn't. Now I can't be loved- she won't love me... 

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I'm a suspect of murder.

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But I'm a slave to her love.

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There's no escape both ways... and that's the hardest. 

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I held the gun tightly to my chest, blood pumping in my ears. I listen intensely to my surroundings. All I hear are the screams of the people dying slowly. I'm not a bad guy, i'm just a guy who is attending his job... And doing it well. I dash around the corner and aim or his heart, which aims perfectly where I needed it to be. The bullet slashed through his chest and exits without a complication.

I nod at boss mans assistant and he grabs the money, in which he stashes it into the bag.
I smirk, knowing the plan is going to go perfectly through.

Me and the assistant are leaving but right when we're about to leave, we both see someone from the shooting escaping... A witness...