Chapter 19

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Chapter 19

(A/N: LMAOOO I think I'm the only one who wanted Beyonce/Normani but it looks like Norminah is everyone's otp🤷🏽‍♀️ the story will be posted sometime this week can't wait for you guys to read it!)


Lauren begins to cry, "Normani, I'm your friend for gods sake, why do you think so little of me?" She asks.

"Because you want Dinah all to yourself," I hiss, my eyes turning even darker. "I bet you're in love with her, I refuse to let my baby girl be with someone like you, she's mine and you're trying to steal her from me!"

"How can you even think that?" Lauren asks, her body starting to shake as I press the knife against her chest. She's going to suffer, I'll make sure of that. "I'm your friend! Normani, I'm your best friend!" She cries.

"Goodbye Lauren," I whisper.

"Normani, if you hurt her I swear to god I'll never speak to you again!" Dinah screams from behind me. I stop myself from plunging the knife into Lauren.

"Dinah, she's trying to break us up," I tell my love, my eyes never leaving Lauren, I don't trust this bitch.

"The only person trying to break us up is yourself, you know how I feel about you," Dinah says. I can hear her moving closer towards me. I can smell my girl. She smells delicious. Focus Normani, there's a dangerous person in front of you.

"If I have to lose you in order for you to be safe, I'll do that." I tell my girlfriend before raising the knife, ready to attack Lauren.

As I swing for Lauren, I hear a scream coming from behind me, I turn my head and I frown, my girl got a pot in her hand. Why is she holding a pot? And then it happens, and the next thing I know I'm on the floor, quickly losing consciousness.

Atrium Mental Institution

"Do you know why you're here?" A tall brown haired man asks me as I sit down in this weird room. This couch is comfy I suppose, but I don't like the way this monster is staring at me, it's creeping me out.

"No," I whisper, lowering my head out of shame.

Last night Dinah hit me over the head with a pot. This morning I woke up in a fucking mad house surrounded by lunatics, I've never been so embarrassed in my entire life. My head hurts, I have a massive bruise on it, I think it will heal soon. I panicked this morning, I was wearing a straitjacket, can you believe that? Apparently it was mandatory, just in case I tried to fight the staff. After a few hours of being in that horrible room, the nurse brought me into this weird room, apparently the man in front of me is a doctor. I don't need him though.

"You were brought here after an incident occurred between you and a friend, do you remember?" The doctor asks. I think he's talking about what happened in my kitchen, when I tried to...you know.

"No," I lie, trying to forget about that. I've had hours to think about it, and I have to say I regret it. What must Dinah think of me now?

"Normani, I'm here to help you," the ugly man says softly. "This arrangement isn't permanent, the sooner you co-operate with us, the sooner you'll be out of here."

"I shouldn't be in here!" I shout, losing my temper. This must be a joke or something, I don't belong in a mad house. "You're just wasting your time, I'm not going to talk to some idiot like you!"

"Your behaviour makes me think you do need to be in here," the doctor says as he studies me. Fucking pervert. I frown at him, what the hell is he talking about? "Now, shall we start again, do you remember what happened?"

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