She Lives For The Thrill~ Camila/Kehlani (G!P)

Ghost

Camila

I never thought about if I really would be pregnant with Lani's child. A feeling of both happiness and regret came over me.

I'm not mentally stable to have a kid. The hormones, the mood swings, the cravings.

I dunno if I'm ready for that.

Lani places me on the bed gently and took my silky pajama shorts off of me along with my shirt since I got a little bit of vomit on them. She tosses them into the hamper and eases in beside me.

She spoons me, rubbing on my stomach. She then does the cutest thing, "Hey, little one, I'm your other mommy. You might get a little confused in the beginning, but you'll be just fine. I can't wait 'til you come."

I turn over to her and smile, "That was so adorable." She smiles and kisses my forehead, "Another," I say, only this time, I lean up and peck her lips.

"What do you want it to be?" I run my tummy and smile, "I don't care, as long as it's healthy and looks like me," I joke. She rolls her eyes, "What if looks more like me?"

I shake my head, "Liyah already looks like you, don't be greedy." We both chuckle lightly. She then says the four most dangerous words anyone could say. "I love you, Mila."

Two weeks into my second trimester, I notice I've become easy to anger. Just yesterday, I grew irritated with Liyah and snapped at her. I made her cry and Kehlani had to calm her down, saying I'm just having a bad day.

We didn't tell her yet, but it's kinda dumb since I'm already over four months pregnant, but my bump is always hidden by Lani's hoodies.

At the moment, I'm storming down Dreaux Street, knife tight in my hand, blood on my clothes. A woman, about 40 or so, way taller than me, looks down at her shoes when I get near her.

I stand in her path and she looks up in fear. I tilt my head to the side and smile. Her green eyes shake, mortified. "Hello, Miss!" I say, waving my free hand while my bloody knife drips in front of me.

She glances down, eyes widening, then looks back up, shaking her head. "I-I-I don't want a-a-any trouble," her thick English accent pleads. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

"Who said I do?" She slowly backs up while I get a step closer to her. She starts to babble repeatedly. I intentionally back her up into a white car, pointing Kindness towards her stomach.

She looks down again, but this time, she doesn't look as scared, which angers me. Before I can rage, she stares into my eyes. "You're expecting?"

I look down at my small baby bump and subconsciously rub it, "Yes." When I glance back up, she has a small smile on her face. It quickly falls when I drive my knife into her stomach.

I smile like the lunatic I am, throwing my head back, cackling. "Don't think you can distract me, lady," I bring it out only to push it in repeatedly with a force my slender arm can muster.

Her bright blood splatters on the driver's side door and the windows as I stab her over and over until my arm got tired.

I wipe the blood from my forehead, panting. I smile down at the wonderful damage, sighing in content. "Teach you to mind your damn business," I spit. I skip off, a maniacal grin plastered on my face.

I hum a tune to myself as I pass Abel's house. In case you're wondering if I disposed of his corpse, I didn't. He and that annoying cashier pervert are the only ones I didn't hide.

They were my first kills that Kehlani knew on a personal level. I bet you're wondering why, right? Well, I did the same to Dinah, only Kehlani's parents are already dead so Abel and that guy were my only options.