Atlanta 2x

Ch.4

"Who sent you that?!" Dream questioned, in her 'just woke up' raspy voice, still confused.
"And why do you keep fucking coming in my house? Give me my key!" She added, as she woke up she got more irritated. She was sitting up now.

"Man fuck all that, WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?!" Brandon screamed, shoving his phone in her face again. She thought about playing dumb and saying she didn't know who it was, but it was right in front of her face, so lying her way out of this situation wouldn't work.

Then she remembered.

Dream got up out the bed and stood in front of Brandon.

"First of all nigga you don't have nothing to say to me about what the fuck i do or who I talk too. MATTER OF FACT WHO WAS THEM BITCHES YOU HAD ALL ON YOUR DICK LAST NIGHT HUH? DON'T COME UP IN HERE ASKING ME NO FUCKING QUESTIONS." She was getting angrier and angrier the more she spoke. Who was he to ask her who anything after the stunt he pulled last night?

"I swear on foe nem' if i gotta ask you again ima smack the shit out yo' dumbass. That's why you started working back at Magic? So you could fuck around and be a lil' hoe?" Ignoring her statement and questions. His hand that wasn't holding his phone was balled up. Dream wasn't at all worried about the threat he made. He had made so many empty threats before that it got to the point where she paid them no mind.

"Brandon I'm not even finna do this with your dumbass. I don't even know why you here. You out here sticking your dick in nasty ass strippers you probably found off Backpage but I can't sit and have a conversation with a mu'fucka?." Dream dismissed him, sitting back on her bed and grabbing her phone.

"Gimmie this shit" Brandon snatched the phone aggressively from Dream, yanking her arm in the process. He knew the password and his fingerprint was in her phone so it wasn't at all hard to unlock it.

"Brandon give me my fucking phone!" Dream screamed , now trying to get her phone back from him, now wrestling with him for it. Brandon turned his back to her, going through her messages.

678-657-3235
yeah i got lonely as hell shid i woulda kept u wit me all night😏

678-657-3235
hit me back when u wake up ik u tired baby

Brandon laughed bitterly and turned back towards her. His body language was much more aggressive now.

"Brandon all we did was tal-" Dream started, but she was cut off by Brandon grabbing her throat and her shoving her back against the wall, hitting her head. Dream squealed loudly, she was greatly surprised as Brandon had never been THIS aggressive with her.

"Kohima Ima break your fucking jaw if you tell me a lie. You fucked him? That's why you was smiling in his face?" He interrogated, tightening his tattooed hand around her throat. Dream was struggling to breathe now, her face getting hotter by the second.

"I can't breathe you choking me!" She coughed out, barely audible.

"ION GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THAT SHIT! ANSWER MY FUCKING QUESTION!" He shouted in her face. Dream was now clawing at the hand that was wrapped around her throat, trying to get him to release her.

"Answer my question Kohima and Ima let you go. Be honest." He said in softer tone, but still harsh. he loosened his grip, just enough to allow Dream to breathe. She breathed in greedily, still coughing.

"Jada came to me and -" she was cut off by her own coughing, her lungs trying to recover.
"Jada told me that he wanted me to deliver his bottle so I did. When I got to him he told me he wanted to talk.That's it and that's all." Dream was crying now. Her lungs were burning and her neck was hurting, she knew for sure there would be bruises. She rubbed her neck at attempts to soothe the pain, still standing against the wall, afraid that if she moved, he would choke her up again.