𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐑'𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

26.

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Dreamur sat in her room with the door locked. Her emotions were all over the place. Luckily, Clover was at school, her mother at work, and Xarie was at her boyfriends house. She had been over there a lot lately, she barely saw her. Deondre texted and called but Dreamur never returned his phone calls or messages. Eventually she turned her phone off. The wind blew through her window, blowing against her face. It felt good to feel fresh air since she had been locked in her room for the last month.

Dreamur didn't eat, sleep, but she made sure Clover was okay. She didn't want to abandon her baby because she was going through problems. There were tough times right now but she held her own.

The was a small knock at the door. "Dreamur, I need you to eat baby. It's been a week." Her mother, Caresha announced sadly.

Dreamur sat looking out the window but she don't respond. She'll come back later, in another two hours. Dreamur thought. The knocking continued and Dreamur could smell the food. It made her stomach growl but she didn't budge. The food could wait, right now she just needed time. Every time she was twenty steps ahead she was bumped back to start. How could someone so beautiful feel so empty and ugly on the inside? Everything was fine but when the barrel to the gun was pointed under chin, her whole world crumbled.

Her mother sighed, walking away. She was worried about her daughter. She refused help from any professional. Dreamur didn't want converse to a stranger about her miserable life. Dreamur looked down at the half bottle of wine she found in her mother's room. Picking it up, she took a heavy swig. She swallowed it in two gulps and exhaled. The feeling burned her chest but she ignored it.

"Um, Dreamur." Her mother knocked. "Your job is wondering when you'll be back. They're worried about you. I'm worried about you." Her mother spoke in a saddened tone. This broke Dreamur and she quietly cried to herself. She felt like she was hurting her mom by not talking but this was how she coped. Isolating herself.

Unfortunately Dreamur had quit her job at the spa but she kept her stripping job. She made more there then at the salon. The vibes were better and it was a distraction for her mental health.

Dreamur swallowed another gulp and sat it back down. The same sensation fell down her chest. Rising herself from the window bed, she got in the messy bed to lay down. Her mind was heavy and she wanted all the thoughts to go away. She put her earbuds in and let Brent Faiyaz sung to her as she fell asleep.

Nightfall had come and Dreamur had fed Clover, practiced her colors and ABCs with her. She showered and Clover was gone when she returned. Dreamur lit candles and turned off the lights. The mood was set and it felt good. She didn't smile but the atmosphere was satisfactory. Her 90s played softly on her speaker as she laid down. She didn't put on clothes and covered herself with a blanket. Dreamur blankly stared up at the ceiling. Her thoughts whirling like a wild wind. She was deep in depression she wasn't sure if she could get out of it. She was drowning in sadness and anger. Her heart was heavy.

Dreamur moved her head, staring at her banged arms. Wrapped tightly. She made sure to change the bandages each week so the cuts didn't become infected. They were painful but she was use to it. She sighed, sitting up to turn on the tv. Forcing herself to entertain her saddening mood, she picked the comedic show, Martin. This was one of her favorite late night shows she enjoyed. Usually she watched them with Deondre but it couldn't hurt to watch a few alone. Dreamur decided to dress in a tank top and g-string and made herself comfortable under the covers.

The young woman was disappointed in herself. Her deep dark secret was exposed. She wanted to desperately keep that private but by a careless mistake. How could I be so stupid? She thought. Her shouting is what caused Deondre to hear her. She didn't want to shut the door completely to her bedroom that night. Dreamur wanted to be quiet as possible but those threatening voices had gotten the best of her.

The tears ran down her cheeks as she sniffled. A small knock came to the door but it was more of a patter. Encouraging herself she got up before quickly wiping her face. She sniffed, and opened the door.

Caresha was holding Clover in her arm. The little girl smiled at her mother. "Ma, ma." She spoke happily. Dreamur's mouth fell open into a bright smile.

"Oh my God!" Dreamur hollered, taking ahold of her daughter. "You said your first words! You said your first worlds!" Dreamur repeated, excitedly as she began to cry harder.

Caresha was surprised as well but was speechless. She hugged them both. This was a unique moment for the three of them. This was she needed. Her family.