Page 19 of Ghetto Heartstrings
“He better…” She stood back up to ice her cake. “Who’d you have breakfast with, by yourself?”
“No… my daddy.”
Aunt Ruth’s whole demeanor changed. “Humph, he’s in town?”
“Yep.” Brook’Lynn nodded her head.
“I love my nephew, but I don’t know what’s wrong with that man,” she said.
Brook’Lynn laughed. “Me either, and he wants me to leave Perfect. In his words, that’s not the nigga I should be with.”
Aunt Ruth turned around and frowned. “Well, who should he be a man like, him? He better just hush that shit right on up, I won’t have it! He doesn’t even know how to be a man properly.”
Aunt Ruth always said that kind of shit, but Brook’Lynn never understood why, and she never wanted to ask.
“He don’t want to get me to talking!” She shook her head violently. “It just ain’t right!”
“What ain’t right?” Brook’Lynn asked.
Aunt Ruth let out a deep sigh and calmed down. “His secrets baby, that’s why he don’t come see me.”
It was killing Brook’Lynn. “What secrets?” she asked suspiciously.
Aunt Ruth finished icing the cake and cut off a big chunk, putting it into a carryout tray. “Here, take this too and don’t eat it too fast, less you’ll end up having all these big hips and thighs like me, child… you know they say thick thighs saves lives.”
Brook’Lynn chuckled, but she still was curious. “Aunt Ruth, did my daddy have other kids?”
The way Aunt Ruth swallowed that huge lump in her throat couldn’t go unnoticed. She shifted her eyes away from Brook’Lynn and started wiping the table down while yawning. “I’m sho’ll tired Brook’Lynn… make sure you come see me often. Hell, it gets lonely up here,” she said. “You know you’ve always been my chocolate drop.”
Brook’Lynn knew that was her cue to leave so, without forcing anything out of her, she got up and hugged her aunt before grabbing her bags and leaving. “I’ll call you, I promise!” She waved before she sat in the car with all kinds of shit on her mind.
Brook’Lynn ended up at Kema and C2’s house that night, since being home was getting too fucking lonely. “So, when ya’ll making the move?” she asked. Deep down inside, she wanted out of the shit already, since her nerves were getting the best of her, but she was already in. She wasn’t a punk bitch, and she couldn’t let her girls down.
Kema released a thick cloud of smoke from her mouth, already higher than a muthafucka. “Tomorrow, and why the fuck you so shook? You been acting weird since you got here.”
Shifting her position on the couch, now sitting Indian-style, she told her what was on her mind. “My aunt said some shit that had me shook earlier, but besides that, Perfect ain’t fucking called me back yet. I don’t even know what to think bitch, like I just don’t know what the fuck.”
“I haven’t heard from C2 either and neither has Yaya spoke to Boom. Shit, maybe they were told not to contact nobody over here for a while.” Kema shrugged.
Brook’Lynn sat in silence in her own thoughts.
“I got an idea,” Kema said, snapping her out of her thoughts.
“What?”
“Let’s go out… bitch, we too young to be sitting in the house worried about niggas. It’s a big ass party tonight in CoCo’s, bitch. I can go dance and you can watch. Just cause you started your career don’t mean you have to turn into a lame, shit… be professional around them muthafuckas that don’t know you… but when you with the girls, hell, we already know the real you.” She winked at her.
Brook’Lynn hadn’t been out in a while, but she didn’t have to tell her twice; it wasn’t a bad idea. “I’m bout to see if Yaya wanna roll.”
“Yeah, call her; she should be back by now.”
“Where she went?”
“Shit, Bugg needed a ride to the airport. She’s going out of town,” Kema said, standing up. “I’ma get dressed, then follow you to yo house so you can do the same.”
The minute she walked in Coco’s, she wished she would’ve stayed the fuck home. All the niggas who was any nigga was in the spot. Even some new faces who didn’t know who she was tried their luck, all up in her personal space. In the course of one hour, she couldn’t even count how many niggas she told to get the fuck on. Kema left her to go do her own thing, so she sat in the VIP section with her bottle all alone, bopping to the sounds of Remy Ma’s song, ‘Shether’, dissing the shit out of Nicki Minaj. That shit had the whole city and social media buzzing like crazy.
She decided to pull out her phone and snap a couple of pics for the Gram, since she hadn’t been on there lately. She took a cute little selfie and captioned it:Night Life… missing my better halfand then posted it.
