Page 24 of Ghetto Heartstrings
He pointed to the small box on the table. “It’s all there.”
Doing as she was told; she grabbed the wrap and weed and went to work. “You like it out here?”
“I don’t really know about all that shit. I ain’t been nowhere yet but, to be honest with you, a nigga ain’t happy nowhere his girl ain’t at.”
Bugg didn’t like that shit at all, but she kept her cool. Brook’Lynn was a lucky bitch, in her eyes; this nigga was fine and faithful. “I think that shit is dope,” she said, licking the wrap.
Perfect sat back while stretching one arm out on the back of the couch, getting a little more comfortable. “So, what’s up Bugg? Tell me about you; why they call you Bugg anyway?” he asked, not wanting to talk about him and his situation.
“Well, my real name is Brandy, but everyone calls me Bugg because when I was little, I was small like one. I was everybody’s favorite little ladybug.” She smiled, grabbing the lighter.
It was crazy to Perfect, sitting there next to this fine ass girl and wishing that she was his girl who was back home waiting for him, but in the meantime, the company was nice.
Perfect chuckled. “Cute lil story… you got siblings? Parents?”
Bugg lit up the joint. “Nah, no siblings and my mama... I don’t know where she’s at.”
“What you mean?” he asked.
She shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“And yo daddy?” he asked.
She had a spaced-off look in her eyes. “Nigga don’t give a fuck about me.”
“You want me to stop asking you questions?” he asked, sensing that she may have been a little uncomfortable.
She put her soft glossed lips around the perfectly rolled joint and took a pull before passing it to him. “Why they call you Perfect?” she asked, changing the subject.
He took a pull as well before answering. “Shit, cause that’s my name,” he chuckled. “G-shit, that’s not a nickname. My mama thought I was perfect when I was born; that’s what she named me.”
“She knew what she was doing,” Bugg complimented with lazy eyes.
“Is that right?” Perfect replied, peeping where she was going with this. “So, my little lady just been chillin’ huh?” He quickly shifted the conversation in another direction, trying to ignore the doggish devil that came up out of niggas… the one that kept telling him to throw that bitch on the table and fuck the shit out of her.
Bugg nodded her head, instead of actually responding. She wished he would stop bringing that bitch up because the more he did, the more she hated her ass.
They talked for at least another hour and smoked two joints, until they were high as hell and floating. Neither one of them realized that they’d fallen asleep, until Perfect woke up two hours later with Bugg sleeping with her head rested on his shoulder. Not wanting to disturb her, he got up while trying not to wake her and went to grab a throw-blanket, putting it over her before walking to his room to get into his own bed.
Bugg was supposed to be with them for the next week or two, but even though… he wished that he could use her phone to call back home. But, let Rasta tell it, Brook’Lynn and them phones could possibly be tapped, and he didn’t want to chance that. Talking to Bugg was refreshing and all, but he knew she had other motives, and he wasn’t about to get sucked up into that shit. If he was going to fuck up on his girl, it wasn’t about to be with a bitch she knew.
Brook’Lynn bentover the toilet with both of her hands placed on her knees. She’d been vomiting for the past three weeks, and on top of that, she was lovesick, pissed off, and heartbroken at the fact that she still hadn’t heard from Perfect. It was almost like he just vanished and forgot all about her. She was stuck in the bathroom at work, really not wanting to go out and deal with patients, especially when she had to deal with her own shit.
Marley stood on the outside of the restroom door lightly knocking from the other side. “You okay in there?” she asked her friend, concerned.
Brook’Lynn wiped the sides of her mouth with a napkin and unlocked the door to let Marley in, before letting the top down on the toilet and taking a seat. Marley made sure she locked the door behind her. She was back to looking like herself, minus the big glasses she used to wear on her face; she was still rocking the contacts.
“Aww pudd, what’s wrong?” She grabbed a napkin and wet it before dabbing it on Brook’Lynn’s forehead.
Brook’Lynn placed her face inside both of her hands, as she shook her head embarrassed. “I’m so hurt Marley, like you don’t even understand.” She wiped the tears that fell from her eyes. Originally, when she found out that she was pregnant after taking a test a few days ago, she didn’t want to tell anybody, but she couldn’t hold the shit in any longer; it was really fucking with her.
Marley looked in her friend’s eyes. “What happen? Was it Perfect?”
“Fuck Perfect,” she mumbled, feeling the pain in her chest. “Perfect neglected me, Marley. I’m out here doing some foul ass shit because I don’t want him to have to turn back to the streets when he gets back from wherever the fuck he is. Like, I could be out here spending his money, but instead of being a liability, I’m focused on being an asset; that’s what a girl does for her man, right? She rides for him.” Brook’Lynn dropped her head. She couldn’t believe that he actually forgot about her; no matter what, he should’ve called her by now.
“Brook’Lynn,” Marley started, making sure she was careful with her words. “I know I’m not all hood and shit like you all say, but I am smart enough to know that the man loves the ground that you walk on,” she said with sincerity in her eyes. “Now, what’s wrong? What would make you think that?”
Brook’Lynn really didn’t want to tell her, but she did. “I’m pregnant.”
