Page 1 of Ghetto Heartstrings
Wise gently grabbedBrook’Lynn’s wrist, before she stepped foot out of the car. “Be careful and hurry the fuck up Brook. You know these churches and shit make a nigga nervous. I done did everything up under the sun but surrender to the Lord, and I don’t want the spirit fuckin’ with me, being in front of this shit too long. It’s already enough I had to go in; this shit got me feeling crazy,” he said as his eyes bounced around, scanning the parking lot. He made sure his tool was sitting on his lap, loaded and ready.
Brook’Lynn stared straight ahead at nothing in particular. “I’ll be quick,” she said. “And about that, maybe we all need to surrender to the Lord. We’ll talk about it one day,” she replied, walking away and into the church.
Five minutes later, the creaking sounds of the heavy church doors could be heard opening behind Brook’Lynn, causing her to hurriedly run off from the casket she was staring into. Trying to be as discreet as possible, she made it behind the pew justin time, not wanting to be seen. She knew her being there was risky, but a part of her felt like she needed to come and say her final farewell. The funeral was set to start in an hour, and she planned to be long gone. Wise had already made his peace and was in the car waiting for her to return.
Her throat was on fire, as she stared at Brody walking in with his black Ray Ban shades covering both his eyes. Even from a distance, she knew from the aura that his body gave off, he’d been crying or at least shed a tear or two. But what confused her the most was why, as she wondered what the fuck he was doing there. He was alone, which wasn’t unusual, but that was beside the point. How did he know the face of the empty body that once bared a soul lying in the casket?
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, as she bit down on her bottom lip to contain from saying anything or making herself discoverable. Looking down at her little Michael Kors bag, she eased her iPhone out and silenced it, not wanting to get caught in case it rung. She needed Brody to hurry up and say what he was going to say.
As if he could read her mind, Brook’Lynn watched with glued eyes and a racing heart as he removed his shades, exposing his bloodshot eyes. The crisp suit he wore complemented him well and the glow from the lights showed how handsome he really was but, underneath all of that, Brody had his own secrets. He was a different kind of man; the life he lived forced him to hide what lied beneath. Now, he was staring into a casket, wondering if this was a part of his punishment… was this how it was supposed to happen? The person he was looking at was too young to be lying there. His heart tugged at him, as he made sure his gun was tucked in the small of his waist before he spoke.
Brook’Lynn knew that what she’d been impatiently waiting for was coming. She’d been scrunched down there for five minutes, waiting for him to say something, so she could get thefuck out of there. She prayed like hell that Wise didn’t come in looking for her and fuck this all up. Snapping her out of her thoughts were his first words, his first sentence, his true thoughts, causing Brook’Lynn to go weak in the joints. It wasn’t how he said it; it was what he said that had her in tears and on the brink of passing out.
“You fucking liar… you’s a fucking liar,” she involuntarily mumbled.
Brody briefly snapped out of his moment and immediately grabbed his gun. He thought he was alone, but the voice told him otherwise. “Who the fuck is there?” he asked, looking into the casket one last time as he squinted his eyes while scanning.
Brook’Lynn used one hand to cover her own mouth, mad at herself from not being able to control her loose tongue. The beads of sweat trickled down her forehead; she wanted to gag. How was it that she was suddenly scared of a man she’d been around her entire life? Life wasn’t always what it seemed and the people you thought you knew everything about always turned out to be the most crooked ones.Would he shoot me?she wondered, although she hoped it wouldn’t come to that. She went from hoping that Wise wouldn’t walk in, to now praying that he did.Closing her eyes tight while hoping that this shit was some kind of sick joke, she took slow deep breaths and counted backwards.Ten, nine, eight, seven, six…
She thought about how it came to this in the first fucking place. Her mind raced, wondering where to even start. What better place than the beginning? Fuck it.
“The lights…Perfect, slow down! Damn, I knew some bullshit was bound to happen to fuck this whole night up!” Brook’Lynn fussed, trying desperately not to show how paranoid she really was. Brook’Lynn knew she had to be Perfect’s rider, just like any other time.
Perfect’s strong hand gripped the steering wheel, as he thought about the unregistered gun and the quarter sized bag of crack that was finely wrapped in saran wrap that he had in the glove compartment. He was supposed to give it to his crew to test the shit out while at Brook’Lynn’s party, but he’d gotten so caught up with making sure his girl was having a good time, he completely forgot. “Brook,” he said, easing to the side of the road to pull over for the police officer that refused to let up on those bright ass lights. “I’m a convicted felon baby; I’m not even supposed to have no fucking guns.” He frowned as sweat perspired down his face and onto his red, padded Ferrari jacket.
Brook’Lynn’s perfect breasts could be seen moving steady… up and down… down and up, as she tried to control her nervousness and think fast. She knew that Perfect would never ask her to do any bullshit, but she also knew she had to do what she had to do. Thinking fast, she opened the glove department, pulling the gun out and shoving it in her bag. Next, she grabbed the small bag of crack and closed her eyes before placing it to her mouth.
“Brook! The fuck is you doing?!” Perfect grabbed her by the wrist, stopping her from doing what she was about to do. “Man, fuck that bag, don’t you do that shit ma. That shit ain’t for you,” he snapped, causing her to open her eyes, looking at him like he was crazy. Even still, he could still see the fear hidden in her eyes.
She snatched her wrist away from him while peeping that the officer had just gotten out of the car. “Don’t touch me, Perfect! Fuck outta here man. I’m doing the same shit for you that you’d do for me. You aren’t in a position to get caught with shit on you, no more strikes,” she hissed, checking his ass real quick. That’s what Perfect loved the most about her; she wasn’t afraid of him, nor was she submissive, and she always spoke her mind.
It only took him a second to think about what she was saying before he allowed her to toss the bag to the back of her throat and swallow hard with tears in her eyes. He could tell that shit kind of hurt, and he felt like shit. The tapping on his window caused him to focus on who was standing on the side of him. As he slowly rolled down the window, the tall husky officer asked him for his license and registration. Perfect leaned over to the now cleared glove compartment and got what he was looking for.
“License, please,” the white officer said again, causing Perfect to get a little irritated.
“It’s right here officer,” he said, trying to pass it to him.
“Not you…” the officer replied, clearing his throat. “Her.” He pointed to Brook’Lynn, who was trying her hardest not to vomit all over her brand-new dress, or even worse. All she could think about was the crack accidently being leaked in her blood stream if that saran wrap didn’t hold good.
Oh God, she thought to herself as she dug in her bag, carefully disguising the gun’s visibility. She thanked God it wasn’t hard to locate, as she gave the officer a phony smile and leaned over to hand him her I.D.
He grabbed everything he needed and walked away without them even knowing what the fuck they got pulled over for. Perfect didn’t even want to look at Brook’Lynn. His thoughts were all over the place, and if he ever questioned her love and loyalty for him any other time, tonight, all his doubts had been answered; he knew she was the one he was going to marry. They both remained cool without saying another word, until he came back with the I.D.’s and a speeding ticket.
The officer stood back and barely leaned down when he asked. “Do you mind if I search this vehicle, sir?”
This was some bullshit to Perfect, but one thing he didn’t fuck with was no punk ass cops. He saw first-hand how fucked up they could be, and tonight wasn’t his night to get a taste of that shit. “I mean, you can if you want, but I rather you not, besides… it ain’t nothing in it anyway,” he answered as calm as he knew how to be.
The officer wasn’t trying to hear that shit, and Perfect knew he’d better just shut the fuck up because chances were, he was asking to search it since the car reeked of weed. Slowly, they both excited the vehicle and allowed him to do what he needed to do. Perfect knew that he wouldn’t find shit in the car. Now, if he started fucking with Brook’Lynn to check her shit, then there would’ve been a bigger problem. He couldn’t let his girl go down;he needed her to sit on the throne in his future and bear his babies, not become a fucking criminal fucking with his ass.
When it was all said and done, he didn’t find shit and they were free to go. Perfect rushed to the nearest gas station and casually walked through it and to the back, where the restroom was free. He had to find a pen in Brook’Lynn’s purse before ordering her to lean over the sink.
Brook’Lynn’s breathing was slow and steady, but she wanted that shit up out of her ASAP, so she followed his directions as she held her long flowing hair back with one hand. “Take it easy Perfect,” she said, closing her eyes.
He gently touched her arm. “I got’chu baby… real quick, open wide.”
Anxious and nervous, she did what she was told as she felt the sharp pain from the pen swiping the back of her throat, causing her to gag and vomit until the crack came up still intact. “Ewww! Oh, my God, Perfect, oh my fucking God!” She rinsed her mouth and cupped her hands, filling them with the cold faucet water and splashing it on her face.
Perfect grabbed two napkins and dabbed her face for her. “Look at me,” he said, forcing her to look up in his eyes. “I love you,” he told her.
