Atlanta 2x

Ch.2 Part 1

The next morning, Dream woke up first at 9:30. She turned over and Brandon wasn't there. She shook her head and rolled back over to check her phone.

Brandon🤬
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She rolled her eyes and opened her messages.
"Yo im wit tweet"
"Call me when u wake up"
"I should b back around 11"
"Don't go nowhere"

She didn't even bother to text back as she put her phone back on the bed and went into the room to check on August. She stopped at the doorway of his room to admire how adorable he looked while sleeping- and to also admire that he wasn't into anything. She went into the bathroom down that hall from where she was standing to empty her bladder for the morning. After she was finished, she wiped, washed her hands and went back into her bathroom in her bedroom to shower. Before she stripped of her clothing, she brushed her teeth and washed her face with the Aloe Vera acne wash that was on her counter. After she had rinsed and patted her face dry, she proceeded to brush her teeth and rinse her mouth with Listerine. Just before Dream was about to take of her clothes, she spotted August coming in her bathroom from the corner of her eye.

"Mommy I'm hungry." He said quietly, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Dream picked up her son and make her way into the kitchen with him on her hip. Once she got to the refrigerator, she put him down and told him to watch tv until his breakfast was finished. She quickly scrambled his some eggs and made him a pancake with 2 pieces of bacon. She got his cup from the cabinet and filled it with orange juice.

"Food ready boot come eat." She called over to him.
He ran over to the kitchen and Dream helped him up onto his chair and strapped him in to make she sure he was secure wouldn't fall.

"Im bout' to go take a shower while you eating okay? It won't take long boot I'm just right here up the hall." She decided to shower in the bathroom that was closest to the kitchen with the door open to be able to hear August. She got a towel and rag from the closet and got in the shower. 

After about 25 minutes while she was rinsing her body, she heard the front door open and Brandon yell her name.

"I'M  IN THE SHOWER!" She yelled back, and because the door was opened, he could hear her. She turned the water off and wrapped the towel around her body and walked back into in the kitchen to see Brandon holding August and recording him on Snapchat. He was wearing a black jean jacket, with a white wife beater under with black fitted jeans and black, red, and white Jordan 13's.  'This nigga get finer and finer everyday' Dream was thinking. If August wasn't here, she would've tackled him like a football player & put the pussy on him like Cardi do offset.

"Don't be putting my baby on Snapchat for all your hoes to see." Dream told Brandon, while walking in the kitchen.

"AHHH she hating snap!" Brandon laughed, showing off his perfect , white teeth. The video started to play, signaling that the 10 seconds was finished. The video started to play and he brought the phone down to Dream's height so she could watch it. After replaying it twice, Brandon captioned the video

"Keep my son by side like dat AK" and posted it to his Snapchat. Dream walked away from the 2 with a roll of her eyes and went into her room to get herself dressed for the day. As she was just about to close the door to her room, she shouted down the steps for Brandon to bathe August, dress him, brush his hair. He shouted back "OKAY" and she started to get ready. First she sprayed her citrus scented body spray on her body, then lotions her body with Palmer's Cocoa Butter then went to her closet to pick some clothes for the day. Dream didn't have any plans as far as she knew so didn't bother looking for anything fancy. She pulled out her bright blue cashmere fitted jacket and the matching track pants. She slipped them on with the jacket not bothering to put on underwear. She walked in to the bathroom, applied some lashes and lipgloss, keeping her hair in her scarf. She walked back into the hallway to make her way to her son's room where. She watched from the door as she saw that August was dressed in a black and red flannel with khaki joggers and red vans. He stood there patiently as Brandon brushed the sides of his hair down.

"Oh so you let him brush your hair but not me." Dream joked, referring to the times August would scream and kick like he was being scalped instead of having his hair brushed.  After about 2 or 3 minutes, Brandon had finished with August's hair and he was on his way to his toy room to play with the many toys he has. 

"So where you snuck off too last night the reason why you wasn't in my bed this morning?" Dream challenged as she sat down next to Brandon. 
He stretched and yawned before answering her. 

"I had to go do a couple things."

"You always gotta dO a CoUpLe ThInGs. But when do me and August come first?" Brandon stood up, starting to grow impatient. 

"Man I can't be under you 24/7 I got shit to do AND I gotta take care of y'all." He expressed sharply. 

"Nigga I don't never ask you to take care of us! The fuck is you talking about? Whatever we need I GOT PERIOD! DON'T NEVER TRY TO PLAY ME LIKE I BE BEGGING YOU FOR ANY MUTHAFUCKIN' THING BRANDON!"

"You don't ask me for shit? BITCH I JUST GAVE YOU $350 YESTERDAY FUCK DO YOU MEAN"

"NIGGA YOU GAVE ME MONEY FOR ME TO TAKE YOU TO CANDLER BITCH YOU AINT DO SHIT FOR ME!" Dream screamed back, putting emphasis on the 'you' and 'me'.

"Man hoe watch out, you aint Finna keep talking to me like that you really stupid ass hell lil' bitch." Brandon said as mushed her. Resulting in her falling back on the bed.

"NIGGA I FUCKING HATE YOU! GET THE FUCK OUT MY HOUSE BITCH" She grabbed the lamp next to August's bed and threw it him, missing his head by only a couple centimeters. She heard Brandon stomp down the steps and yell for her to go play in traffic before leaving out the front door, slamming it behind him. She ran back to her room, gathering the clothes, jewelry and everything else he had at her house. She stomped down the steps quickly as well, ran out to the end of the drive way and threw it out into the street. She kicked the pile of belongings, spit on it, and made her way back into the house.

After she was able to calm down enough to register her thoughts, she immediately thought about her son. Dream ran back up the steps calling August's name loudly, but soft enough not to scare him. She found him in the closet of his play room, still covering his ears. Seeing her son so scared & looking so helpless broke her heart even more.

"August come here baby, mommy sorry for scaring you." She was on the verge of tears herself. 

"You scared me mommy, why was you screaming at my daddy" He asked curiously. 

"I'm sorry baby,  we just a had lil' disagreement that's all. You don't gotta be scared, come on" She picked her son up and carried him to her room to sit him in the bed and turned the tv the kidzone. The more Dream calmed down, the more her foot hurt. She went into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet seat, crossed her leg over her knee to inspect where the pain was coming from.
While walking through the halls bear footed, trying to destroy Brandon's things, she stepped in the lamp she had thrown and broken, which resulted in about 3 pieces getting stuck in her foot. As she sat in the bathroom, just feet away from her son, she covered her mouth to keep the sounds of her tears silenced. How could she let herself act such a way with her son in the same house? Why did she allow Brandon to get the best of her cause her to potentially traumatize her son?