Atlanta 2x

Ch.8

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"That shit too crazy nigga, how you get Chyna ass pregnant?"

"Man I ain't get that bitch pregnant. That's bullshit i know I pulled out. Can't trust shit these hoes say no way."

"Shit nigga you right about that. I'm still stuck on that shit wit' Dream though dawg."

"Man hell yeah, I should've broke her muthafuckin' jaw. "

"What you said the nigga name was again?"

Brandon was now in Adair Park kicking it with his homeboy, Nick. He had went there after Dream had confronted him about Chyna being pregnant to cool his head and to make sure he didn't anything he would regret-for now anyways. They were sitting on the porch smoking their 5th blunt and passing a bottle of Gin back and forth.

"Terrance, Terrell or some shit. I ain't never heard of this nigga or seen him out nowhere. So his ass can't be from round' here." Brandon answered before taking a swig from the bottle.

Nick shook his head. "Man whenever you tryna' ride on this nigga hit my line." He told Brandon as he took a hit.

Brandon chuckled. He knew Nick was 100% serious, considering the fact they had done it more times than he could remember.

Brandon took a long drag from the blunt Nick had just passed him, thinking carefully.

"Yeah nigga, I can see another body comin' up real soon."

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Dream stood in front the mirror in her bathroom, fresh from the shower. It was already 10:15 and she had to be at the club by 11:45. It always took her about an hour and 30 minutes to do her hair AND makeup, which meant her plans of trying to get to work on time were ruined.

"Uggggh!" She groaned out loud. "This shit is so irritating!" At that point, she was so very grateful that her mother had already came to pick up August and offered to let him spend the night so they could go to the water park the following day.

Dream did her makeup as quickly and as neatly as possible. She prettified her eyelids with a soft pink eyeshadow lined with glittery pink liner and popped on a pair of her longest, thickest lashes before she drowned her plump lips in pink barbie-ology lip gloss, her sister's lip line.

'Man I don't got time to do all this' she thought to herself as she brushed through her long blonde hair, which was now styled with a middle part, attempting to get it as straight as possible without using a flat iron.

ding ding

Brandon🤬
I hope yo lil' hoe ass don't think u going to work tonight.

ding ding

Brandon🤬
I'm coming back later on tonight & we gon talk abt dis shit

Dream scoffed and actually laughed out loud as she read the messages that had appeared across the top of her screen, one after the other. Was he serious? Did he really expect her to even be in the same room as him after he had battered her the way he did? She debated if she should even respond. The striking pain radiating on her bum reminded her that disrespecting him wouldn't be such a great idea. Instead she silenced her phone, turned it over and walked out of the bathroom.

Dream rummaged through her closet searching for an outfit for tonight. Keeping in mind that she couldn't show off her ass, she chose the pink, long sleeve bodysuit that laced in the front -that didn't at all do a good job of covering her breasts- that stopped right below the curve of her butt. She absolutely was not in the mood to deal with the antics of everyone in the club asking her why her ass was so bruised and swollen, so she decided to add a pair of Ice Diamond Doll fishnet stockings to ensure her injuries wouldn't be exposed. Dream could only imagine what her best friend would think or say if she was to see, but she wasn't speaking to her and didn't have plans to anytime her soon because in her mind, it was all her fault.