𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 | ᴋᴅɢ

26.

Two days later.

Kentrell laid awake, his arms wrapped tight around Nylah as she slept with her head resting on his chest, both of them laying on their sides.

It was currently 4:07 in the morning, and he'd woke up from his sleep, having a major migraine. The room was dark, and so was his eyes as he kept them on the wall.

Nylah arms rested between them, he'd moved them, not really wanting to be touched, a sign that he'd be switching soon, and he was glad that she was asleep.

"Kentrell."

Distorted voices repeatedly called out his name, and he could feel his heartbeat speeding up as he fought to remain himself.

"Kill her. Kill her. Kill her."

"Kill her."

"Do it."

"Do it now."

The raspy warped voice taunted him, and his jaw clenched.

"Go away." He said in a low whisper, rubbing Nylah's back to calm himself down.

"Kill her."

"No." He made sure not to look over at the dark shadow in the corner of his room, because it'd cause him to switch, something he didn't want.

"Baby?" He mumbled, softly tapping Nylah to wake her up, and she didn't even twitch. She'd been a lot more sleepier lately, and they still hadn't checked to see if she was pregnant or not, but she was definitely showing signs.

"I need you Nylah." He held the back of her head, rubbing her scalp as he felt himself becoming vulnerable.

He didn't want to wake her up, but if he didn't, he'd probably go and do something she wouldn't like.

He watched the shadow dart around the room, before appearing in front of him, and Kentrell's eyes darkened to a piercing midnight color, laying eyes on the figure.

"Fuck." He grunted in frustration, his heart rate slowing down as he switched personalities, shaking his head and grabbing the front of it, the headache strong.

Top released the grip he had on Nylah, letting her body go, pulling the cover over her, replacing his body warmth with a pillow, then standing up.

He walked over to his dresser, as silent as silent could be as he dressed in an all black track suit, black air forces on his feet.

He walked to his bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror as he brushed his teeth. Afterwards, he flashed his devious white smile at himself, licking over his teeth.

Walking out of his bathroom, he walked over to the bed, standing over Nylah, watching as she slept peacefully.

He leaned over, softly kissing her cheek a few times, inhaling her scent as his eyes closed.

No matter if he was Kentrell or Top, he knew that he loved her. And nothing would ever change his love for her.

He rose up, walking out of his quiet room, and downstairs, passing quietly past Ben, Joe, and KD's room.

"Boy it's late as hell." Kylah said, in the kitchen with a bowl of fruit in her hand.

"I'm going to get food." He chuckled, lying as he grabbed his car keys.

"Ouuu, can I go?" She asked, the fruit wasn't really satisfying her.

"No." Kentrell muttered under his breath.

"Yeah. Come on." Top nodded his head towards the front door, and she followed him, sliding her feet into her crocs that were by the door.

Once she was in the car, he pulled off, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on his door rest, his bottom lip between his teeth, biting the skin that was there in agitation.