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

Epilogue

Narrator

While Camila cradled the young child, said child's babysitter was coming back to check on the family. She knew a lot was going on and wanted to make sure they were alright.

Or at least Aaliyah was alright.

However, when she pulls up to the house, and went to knock on the door, she noticed it wasn't closed all the way.

Being that she's done this a few times in the past, she lets herself in, calling for the girl's birth mom. Her first thought was that they were sleeping, but the light in their bedroom was still on.

She makes her way up the stairs, calling for them again, only to receive no response.

When she gets to the top, she goes right to the little girl's room. Seeing that she's not there, her mild anxiety kicked in. The teen turns towards the parents' room, stopping short when she sees Camila holding the girl with Kehlani passed out beside her.

Camila looks up and smiles, "Hey, Sammie."

"Miss Camila, are you okay? Is Liyah okay? What happened to Miss Lani?" She asks frantically, stooping down a bit.

"Lee-Lee's fine," she says shortly, concerning the teenager. "D-Do I need to call an ambulance?" Camila chuckles lightly, "Not necessary."

"But Miss Lani's hurt. We gotta get her some help." The brunette's expression goes from smiley to blank. "She just hit her head, is all." Dread started filling Sammie's body as realization sets in.

This woman is crazy. She needed to get Aaliyah out of here and quick.

"Okay, well, I'm gonna get the first aid kit, okay? I'll be right back." Camila smiles again, which was unsettling to the teen.

"Uh, make sure Liyah stays asleep," she says, venturing off to another part of the house before pulling out her phone to call 911.

"...and I think she did it," she whispers into the phone, stepping outside.

"What are the names of everyone?" The dispatcher asked.

"Kehlani Tesfaye is the one who's knocked out."

"And the others?"

"Her daughter Aaliyah and her lover, Camila Cabello," she answers, looking up at the house. The man in the other line pauses, "Did you say 'Camila Cabello'?"

The teen furrows her brows, "Yes? What's wrong?"

"Try to get the child away from her immediately."

"Wait, why?"

"She's responsible for the murders in the Goodwin area as well as Clover," he answers, sending the fire squad. Sammie gasps, running in right after he said that.

She rushes to the room, stopping short when she collided with something. She falls back, wincing at the pain in her back.

"Where's the first aid kit, Samantha?" Camila's voice was sickly sweet, making the girl's stomach churn. She looks at the pocket knife in her hand, trembling in fear.

"Do you think I'm stupid? I know you called the police," she says calmly. "Since there's no point in running this time, I at least wanna have a little more fun before I'm put in the chair."

Her lips stretch into a slow, scary smile as she raises the knife. "No! No! Please!" The girl begs, trying to scoot away.

As the teen's pleas of mercy traveled through the somewhat narrow hallway, Camila smiles down at her, knife clutched tightly in her hand.

"Goodnight, Sammie."

---