CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FOUR
**OLIVER WEST**
I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror and wanted to cry. My brown hair looked like I'd been in a hurricane from running my fingers through it.
Dark circles sat under my eyes like bruises, making me look like I'd been punched by an insomniac raccoon.
I stared at the movie tickets in my hands, but instead of excitement, I felt traumatized.
The last three days had been absolute hell, and it was all because of one ridiculously attractive psychopath who thought terrorizing me was a fun hobby.
I leaned closer to the mirror and nearly had a heart attack.
REALLY?!!
Was that an actual hair sprouting from my chin?
The stress was literally making me age faster!
"KIERANNNNNN!" I slammed my palm against the bathroom counter.
This was all his fault. Everything that had led to my current state of looking like a disaster could be traced back to one person and his stupid countdown.
It started three days ago…