Dream sat down at the edge of Terrell's large bed, fresh from a shower dressed in one of his T-shirts that was way too big for her. She stared down at her feet as they swung back and forth, deep in thought. It had been about a week since detective Thompson told her about D'Angelo's alleged cartel ties and it had been on her mind ever since. Was he plugged in? Dream had always looked at him as a king since he was the only positive male figure she'd known in her 15 year old life at the time, so she completely overlooked and disregarded anything negative or any wrong he'd done.
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"So you got another job? That's good baby I'm so proud of you." Dream told D'angelo as they lay across his bed, her stroking her hand over his waves and him rubbing her two month old bulge which was barely there.
"It ain't official yet, I gotta do some other things first before I start working." He corrected, sitting up.
"Other stuff like what?" Dream questioned curiously.
"Kohima don't worry about it alright? Damn. I'ma handle everything and we gon' be alright." D'angelo answered standing up, getting impatient and irritated at Dream's interrogation..
Dream said nothing as she watched him, confused at his sudden outburst. "Sorry." She apologized quietly.
D'angelo sighed. "Nah I'm sorry baby. I ain't mean to snap at you like that. I just got a lot of shit going o-
"D'ANGELO GET YO' STUPID ASS IN HERE BEFORE I COME AND BREAK YO' FUCKING JAW NIGGA!" His father shouted, slurring his words indicating that he was drunk.
D'angelo looked up at Dream. "Aye when I go out get up and lock this door and I don't care what you hear don't come out this room. Alright?" He explained looking her dead in her eyes.
"D if he -
"No bruh. Don't come out this room." He said again before getting up and walking out the room, shutting the door behind him. Dream followed the directions she was given and locked the door, pressing her ear up against it.
"Wassup pop?" She heard D'Angelo ask.
"Nigga don't wassup me. You been smoking in my house?" His dad interrogated roughly.
"No, that's yo shit. You left all that right there." D'angelo responded. Dream assumed they were talking about the open dime bag of weed and several blunts that were lying on the kitchen table she had saw when she walked in.
"Who the fuck is you talking too like that punk? You think 'cause you done got that lil bitch up in there pregnant you a man?!" His dad yelled. Dream didn't hear D'angelo respond before she heard the sound of glass breaking and aggressive shuffling and grunting.
Dream's jaw dropped as she continued to listen to the beating her boyfriend was receiving. All of her wanted to go in and stop it, but not wanting to put her growing seed at risk, she obeyed what D'Angelo had told her.
When she'd decided she'd heard enough, she ran back to the bed and covered her ears. She lay there in the fetal position until it was over. Dream finally uncovered her ears when she heard D'Angelo's cell phone ding. She picked it up to see one new iMessage.
Unknown‼️
Congratulations U got a price on yo now head fuck nigga
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"Ain't that shit lame baby?" Dream heard Terrell ask, finally floating back to reality.
She turned halfway to face him. "Oh yeah I like that."
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Atlanta 2x
Teen FictionLiving in the hood of Atlanta and being a single parent dealing with the death of the love of your life isn't easy, especially for 19 Yr old bartender, Kohima AKA 'Dream'. Not to mention her 23 yr old on & off again "boyfriend", who happens to be a...
