Atlanta 2x

Ch.9 **

"Kohima Robinson, you're ready to be released." Dream heard before slowly opening her eyes, immediately feeling the effects of last night. She groaned and attempted to raise herself up. Though failing due to the pounding sensation that resided in her brain and the bright lights. She whimpered at the punishment.

"Come on Robinson." The female officer nagged, banging the clipboard against the bars. "Not gonna wait on you all morning."

The loud sound triggered an abrupt change in Dream's mood from oblivious to irritated within a matter or seconds.

"Okay damn! I heard you the first time you said it!" She shouted, now sitting up on the bench and putting on the flip flops they had given her just a few hours before.

"Well get moving!" The officer shouted. Dream didn't bother arguing back as she stood up and stomped past the officer, making sure to bump against her on her way out of the cell. "You're walking on thin ice Robinson."

"Kiss my thin ice ass." Dream mocked as she placed her arms behind her back, holding them there. Barely keeping her eyes open as the bright lights of the jail burned her brain. The officer walked Dream up to the front where she saw Niyah- who was dressed in a red Balmain Tshirt with black jeans and a pair of red and black Jordan 1 mids and her hair styled in a high ponytail, falling down her back. - sitting next to Kingsley who was wearing a long sleeve grey low cut crop top, with gray tights and a set of grey platform Puma Fenty's. Her hair styled in a half up half down ponytail.

Dream scoffed at the sight of them. 'Why the fuck is Niyah here?' She thought. 'If she finna come up here with all that preaching shit then I-

"Get your belongings from the front desk and you can be on your way." She heard from behind her as she felt her arms being released. As she walked towards the desk, she noticed her sister and her bestfriend stand up, ready to embrace her. Though they were ignored.

"Let me get my stuff. Kohima Robinson." Dream told the clerk, who looked just as young as she.

The girl perked her head up and gave Dream a smile which she didn't bother returning. "Your sister has already collected your things, ma'am." The girl motioned her hand towards Kingsley, who was sure enough holding a clear bag with Dream's stuff inside. Without another word, she made her way over to Red and Niyah.

"We gon' go or y'all just finna stare me down? Give me my shit." Dream said, snatching the bag away from her sister and walking towards the door. Kingsley  took a quick, deep breath before turning towards Niyah, who was staring back with one of her brows raised.

"If I was you, I'll whoop her ass. Matter of fact I'd do it myself if I wasn't pregnant." Niyah told Red as they made their way to the car, where Dream was there in the backseat waiting.

Red chuckled. "Girl ion know what the hell been up with her. Somebody need to whoop her ass."

If only they knew, right?

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"Did I ask you to go posting shit on Instagram? That shit was so uncalled for. You really just made shit ten times worse."

"I MADE SHIT TEN TIMES WORSE? No offense sis, but you pregnant by his ain't shit ass not me!"

"We was both fucking him, so it could've been you."

"No ma'am, not with this IUD in my arm."

Miya flaunted a smile and pointed to a spot on her arm. Chyna scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"Don't your head hurt or something? Please shut the fuck up."