She Lusts For The Kill~ Caminah (G!P)

Children In The Rain

Being with Camila now makes me question my sanity. Obviously, she's fucking crazy. I mean, if you had all this pent up inside of you for almost a decade, you'll be too.

Though, I love my mad hatter. Her insanity made me feel safe in a weird way. Currently, she's lying on my shoulder, tracing random patterns on my bare abdomen with her pink-handled knife.

I had a joint between my lips and blew out smoke. I hold the drug close to her mouth and she accepts gladly. She looks up at me and motions to come closer.

I lean in and she places her lips on mine, blowing the smoke into my lungs lightly. She backs away with a grin, "Whatcha thinkin' about, Cheenah?"

I shrug, honestly not really knowing. "Wait, you never told me what you did to ol' girl," she sits up and crosses her legs on my messy bed.

I chuckle and sit up on my elbows, "I punched her, made her bleed a little... I lie, a lot," this makes her giggle. "And I told her if she fucks with you again, she'll have to answer to me."

She smirks, "Damn, you're hot when you get all protective." I laugh, "Yeah." We continue to sit in my room, passing the weed back and forth before it was just a roach left.

She lets out a breath of frustration, "Baby?" She asks in a childlike tone. I nod, "Yes, princess?"

She says nothing and stands up. She grabs my hand and pulls me downstairs. I didn't have time to understand what was happening.

"Wait, wait, wait, where are you taking me?" She points to the front door with a pout, "I wan go ousside." Her voice rose to one mimicking a toddler. I furrow my brows together, "Walz, it's raining," I try to reason.

"But I wan go!" She whines, stomping her foot. I sigh, "No." She crosses her arms over her koala onesie and turns away from me.

Oh, c'mon! I can't handle all this damned cuteness! I run my hands down my face and give in reluctantly, "Okay, put some clothes on." She turns back around, squeals and koala hugs me.

"Thank you, Chee Chee!" She gets down and races upstairs. I shake my head and let out a chuckle. She comes down in less than five minutes wearing a white crop top with her light blue shorts.

May I add they're really short. I refrain myself from looking and notice she has nothing on her feet. "Where are your shoes?" She looks down then looks back at me with the most adorable, confused look.

"I don't wanna track mud," she replies cutely. I smile and plant a chaste kiss on her lips. "I love you. I know I don't say it often, but I really do."

She places a dainty hand on my cheek and looks into my soul, "I love you, too. You don't have to say it for me to know. You show me every day."

She gets on her tip-toes and kisses me passionately. When she breaks away, she smiles, "Now c'mon before the rain stops!"

She drags me out the front door and we're immediately welcomed with the heavy drops of warm rain from the awning. She runs into a big puddle and water splashes around her, soaking her legs and thighs.

"Dinah, come play with me!" I chuckle and run through the puddle with her before kicking the water up at her.

I know, this isn't the safest thing to do, but fuck it. You're only young for so long. We race to the park, barefoot, and she is far ahead of me.

We played on the playground, sliding on the wet slides, tripping in puddles, just getting overall filthy. We rolled in the muddy grass and laughed the entire time.

Now, this is what I live for. For those few hours, we were seven years old again, not giving a fuck about the world around us. No Kylie, no Alfonso, no Austin, no Becky, no Normani, no mother, nobody, but me and my baby girl.

Soon, the rain stops and the sun comes out almost immediately after that. Baby girl was a little disappointed by it, but soon continued to play about.

I'm sitting on a swing, swaying lightly under the blazing sun. I watch as she slid down the slide and got on the monkey bars.

"OW!" I hear her cry out as she fell from the monkey bars. I race over to her and stoop down to her level, "What's wrong? Are you alright?"

She shakes her head with tears in her eyes and shows me her bleeding elbow and knee. I give a sympathetic smile and reach into my pocket.

"So glad I bring band-aids with me," I say, relieved, as I place the band-aids on the abrasions. I plant a small kiss over the bandage and she smiles while wiping her eyes.

"Thank you," she sniffs. I give a grin and help her up. She limps, muttering pained groans under her breath. I scoop her up bridal style and start to walk home.

She squeals and giggles, "You don't have to carry me, Cheenah." I shake my head, "Yeah, I do. You're clearly hurt so I'm carrying you home."

We continue on until we reach the front door and I set her down to unlock the door. When we got through the door, I carried her upstairs to get rid of these damp, dirty clothes.

We took separate showers and went into my room. She rolled another joint and we smoked until she fell asleep. I put the joint out and I fell asleep as well.

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We were sitting in my room, jamming out to some music playing on her phone. We danced around goofily. Her tripping on her own feet a few times.

A particular song, that I don't know the name of, plays and she starts to sing. The music was too loud for me to really hear her, so I turned it down.

"Hey! I like that song!" She pouts. I smile at her, "You can sing?" I say, ignoring her whining. She shrugs shyly, playing with the ends of her hair.

"I'll be your judge," I offer. Her head shoots up, nervousness flashing in her eyes.

"Its OK, baby. Regardless, I think your voice is beautiful," I smile, kissing her forehead. She blushes, nodding slightly.

"Okay...promise you wouldn't make fun of me?" I chuckle, "I promise, baby girl."

She leans up and plants a sweet kiss on my lips. "Okay, sit," she giggles. I do as she says, sitting down while she started to sing in that breathy, soft, and sweet voice of hers.

Why'd you have to send me to those mean old men?
They cut me up in places I don't even understand
Normalcy to me, but how would my friends understand?
I'm 10 years old
Running from a million men

I sat in awe as she sung. Her eyes were closed and her face was twisted in an emotion I can't pinpoint. "Wow," was all I could say.

"You wrote that?" She opens her eyes and nods, tears welling in her eyes.

I stand up and comfort her, "Who is it about?" She shakes her head and instead buries her face into my shirt. I rub her back and one thing comes to mind.

She's hurting in more ways than I thought.

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Song: A Million Men-Melanie Martinez