Norminah «One-Shots»

Please Don't Leave

Normani was chilling on the sofa catching up on her favorite TV show "Black Lighting" when suddenly there was a firm bang on the door. Normani got up and peeked out her window seeing a police car. Man did that make her stomach turn. She walks over to the door and opened it seeing a black male officer. "Hello ma'am, are you Ms. Hamilton?" the police officer asked. normani nods as she stood there with her front door open. "There has been a terrible accident and Dinah was injured badly." He announced.

An hour before the accident

"Mani is there any more tomato sauce in the cabinet? Those two jars did exactly what I thought it would- It didn't even help the spaghetti." Dinah claimed as she stood at the stove over a red pot as she stirred the noodles and sauce together. Normani bit her bottom lip as she walked to the cabinet and searched for another jar of tomato sauce but sadly they were out of luck. "Unfortunately, no. we don't have anymore." She notified Dinah. Dinah sighs. "Well, it looks like I'll have to make a quick run to the store for more," Dinah said turning the stove down. "You want me to do it? I don't mind." Normani offered. Dinah shook her head. "I got it, babe, just watch over it for me. It shouldn't take long for me to get the sauce and come back." Dinah walks out of the kitchen followed by mani. Dinah walked over towards the door and slid on her slide-on vans. "You need anything while I'm out?" Dinah asked. "No thanks." Normani disclosed with a warm smile. "Okay. I'll be right back." Dinah said grabbing the car keys before looking over at mani, bending over, placing a soft kiss on her forehead before walking out of the house. It was nice outside considering it was nighttime. Normani went back into the kitchen to stir the food. Humming to herself. Dinah got inside the car, cranked up the engine, put her seat belt on, and started backing out of the driveway. Once she achieved that, she began to drive down the street. Listening to the radio. Dinah loves listening to a radio station that plays soul, RnB, hip-hop, and some pop songs. She was currently listening to "Emotional" by Carl Thomas. Dinah shouted the lyrics driving to the nearest food store. Normani just stirred the food when she realized that it was Tuesday and that meant Black Lightning was on. She squealed. "Oh shit, how could I forget my show is coming on today!?" She questioned herself. She put the lid on the pot and made sure it was at a decent temperature and then rushed into the living room and hopped onto the couch changing the channel to CW. She was just in time.

Dinah was listening to "Morphine" by NBDY. She shouted the lyrics to the top of her lungs. "Cause the dick too dope like Mm-mm. She wants more, she is a more fiend. Imma fiend how u throw it like Mm-mm. All up in her gut like Mm-mm. Fiend for the foreplay Mm-mm. She wants more like Mm-mm." In the distance, she could see the Kroger's head sign on the far left coming into view. At the same time, there was a group of teenage boys riding around in their drop-top speeding above 90 mph. Music was blasting through their surround sound. Glass beers were in their hands just having a good time. Dinah was at a light with her turning signal on to make a right, listening to her music when the driver of the drunk friends started swerving in the streets, getting a lot of horns. They were too busy having fun they didn't pay the other cars any attention until, Michael, lost control of the car. He tried yanking the wheel only to smash right into Dinah as she got the opportunity to turn. They hit her on the opposite side but the impact of the car that was going 90 miles per hour caused her to smash her head onto the driver side window pretty hard instantly knocking her out cold. The teens hanging out in the roof of the car flew out when the two collided killing two of them instantly. The other one was badly injured, the others in the car were also injured. The driver hit his head on the wheel and the guy in the passenger hit the dashboard. 

A few people got out of their vehicles to check on the two cars. "Call 9-1-1!!" This guy who looked around 30 yelled. Falling in pursuit, this old lady called the police reporting to them that there was a bad car accident. She stood off to the side giving them the details she knew while Tom, the guy who ordered for someone to call for help, approached Dinah's car since it was closer. He noticed Dinah was slumped over her wheel. He got closer to see the blood on the driver's side window, along with the woman bleeding from her head, unconscious. "Shit!" He tried getting her out of the car but the door was locked. He banged on the door but knew there was no use. There were sudden screams when a few peers noticed the two dead boys on the ground. The scene wasn't a pretty one. Other people stepped up to help anyone alive and awoke. The driver and passenger would come to with pounding headaches. A few minutes passed, with them being helped out of the car and being told to sit on the side, the police and a few ambulances arrived at the scene. They attended to the two on the curb, got them into ambulances to take them straight to the hospital, grabbed two body bags for the deceased boys, and another ambulance for the one that was on the ground clinging on to his life due to his injuries.