Atlanta 2x

Ch.7 **

"Okay bitch so this what we gon do." Niyah whispered. Dream, August, and herself were lying in the guest room's bed, the kid in the middle.

"As soon as you wake up, put on the clothes you had on yesterday. That way Brandon won't be suspicious." Niyah begin to explain.

"Hold on." Dream stopped her. "I thought you didn't like him or care about what he thought?"

"I don't!" Niyah whisper shouted. "But I'm tryna' save yo' ass'. Ain't no telling what Brandon'll do if he found out about this. I can't stand him but that fool is a thug."

As Niyah explained herself, the words of Brandon as he had Dream choked up against the wall flooded back to her mind.

"If I catch y'all together, Ima beat yo' ass in front of him then blow his top off."

"You think you can pull that off?" Niyah asked as she nudged Dream, pulling her back into reality.

"Wait huh? Say again?"

Niyah groaned quietly, annoyed at her best friend's lack of comprehension due to alcohol. "Kohima you don't need to fucking drink no more cause you acting stupid."

"Okay Raniyah damn." Dream snapped back. "Can you please just say it again."

Niyah stared at Dream for a minute before she resumed analyzing her plan.

"So after you change back into your clothes GO STRAIGHT HOME!" She shouted, causing August to shuffle in his sleep.

"SHHHH!" Dream whispered to her, patting his back to asure he had fell back into his slumber.

"My bad!" Niyah apologized. "But for real man, don't go no where else but home, don't even stop for gas. Try to get home before it start to get light outside. When he ask you where you been, tell him you spent the night at your mama house." She finished explaining.

"What if he ask me why I haven't been answering my phone?" Dream questioned.

"Damn bitch do you listen to any fucking thing I say?" Niyah was getting irritated again. "I already told you I was gon' tell him you left it here. He called you a thousand times already, here." Niyah was handing Dream her phone.

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"Damn Damn Damn!" Dream groaned, closing her eyes. She knew that if Niyah's 'plan' didn't work, Brandon would make sure she NEVER forgot the consequences.

"Man Niyah if this shit don't work-"

"It will Kohima." She interrupted, trying to cease Dream's worries. "Just go to sleep man, you gon' need all your energy." Niyah said before rolling onto her side, her baby bump restricting her from sleeping the way she wanted. Dream huffed and wrapped her arm around August, attempting to let sleep find her.

"YO! GET UP!" Niyah screamed at a sleeping Dream. She opened her eyes and rolled over to see Niyah standing over her dressed in a pair of black yoga pants, a black nike jacket and her long hair in a ponytail as she was holding August on her hip, who was in his grey sweat suit from the day before.

"Get up bitch you just laying there looking crazy." Niyah repeated. "I washed ya'll clothes already so just go get dressed."

"Thank you. Hey pumpkin." Dream planted a kiss on her son's forehead as she walked past the two to make her way into the laundry room to get her clothes out of the dryer.

"What time is it?!" She shouted from the hallway.

"7:08!" Niyah yelled back.

Dream retrieved her clothes in which she had worn the day before and quickly dressed right there in the laundry room. When she finished, she joined her son and bestfriend downstairs. August was sitting in Niyah's lap and the two were eating breakfast.