Her life flashed before her very own eyes as she turned around to see a devilish smile upon Princess's face. "I didn't want to do it, but you made me. It was self-defense. That's what I'm going to tell the police." She mumbled chuckling.
"Same--- to----you----Bitch!" She struggled to speak as she took short breaths to find the strength to follow her plan through. Her pocket knife came in handy now seeing as how she never needed a reason to use it before. She loved watching the surprised expression on Princess’s face after she launched the knife deep into her stomach with full force.
It seemed as if they'd both fell upon the floor in slow motion. Kiara's very bloody and slippery fingers pushed the numbers on her cell phone that she was very familiar with.
"H---hello." Her voice wasn't functioning properly causing her words to come out in a raspy whisper.
"Kiara?" Dominic quizzed.
"I--Love--you. Tell Ashaun that I love him too. Take care of him for me-----." She said.
"What? Kiara what the hell are you talking about." He shrieked.
Complete silence landed upon them.
"Hello----Hello. Kiara. Baby you scaring me. Are you there?" He interrogated in an apprehensive tone.
He hadn't realized that she wasn't okay and he might not ever get to see her again; Kiara Jones was soon to be another person in the headlines which would probably read The best of friends slaughtered each other in brutal attack. She was gradually dying.
And to think, all of this drama came about after getting pregnant by her "best friend's" husband.
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