Page 25 of Ghetto Heartstrings
Marley swallowed the lump in her throat. She didn’t want that for her friend, but she was going to be there for her, no matter what she decided. “Oh.” She blinked. “I understand.” Marley stood up and grabbed a dry napkin. “Brook’Lynn, you’re one of the strongest women that I know and have grown to love;you’re tough. You can overcome anything, and I’ve seen it. I’m here for you.”
Brook’Lynn took a deep breath and stared at the huge rock on her finger. She was a firm believer that under no circumstances did you ever just not check on your girl, even if you had to send a messenger… she really didn’t understand. She knew he was okay because if he wasn’t, Rasta would’ve said something by now. The lights from the overhead bounced off the diamond, causing them both to briefly stare at it before Brook’Lynn slid it off and placed it in the pocket of her scrub coat. Every piece of her heart shattered, thinking about going through a pregnancy all alone. The one man who’d always been by her side was totally neglecting her and the other man was a complete asshole. She wished she could’ve reached out to her daddy, but thinking about the asshole kind of comments he’d be making, she decided she wouldn’t tell him shit.
Marley was in shock, but she didn’t want to be the one to tell her friend what to do. She had to let Brook’Lynn figure this out, but she was going to be there for her through it all. “Are you feeling better?” she asked.
Brook’Lynn looked down at the time on her watch; it was five minutes until shift change. “I will be, Marley. I guess I better get out of here; we about to get off.”
“You’re right, would you like me to come keep you company or cook for you?” she asked.
Brook’Lynn really wasn’t in the mood to try to keep her heart, her feelings, and her mind clear while entertaining other people. “Not today,” she said, shaking her head. “But thanks, Marley.” They walked out together without another word, to grab their belongings and go their own separate ways.
When Brook’Lynn got home an hour later, she didn’t want to do shit or talk to anybody, so the first thing she did was go to shower and grab a throw-blanket to lie down on the couchand catch some Netflix. She didn’t even have an appetite to eat until a few hours later, when she found herself in the kitchen preparing a peanut butter and apple jelly sandwich. Next, she grabbed a glass of orange juice, but what she really wanted was a shot of Patron… a joint… or some shit that was gonna get her fucked up.
After boring herself to death, she found herself being more frustrated because on top of that, she was horny as fuck, and it seemed like she hadn’t had any dick in forever. Hell, she even thought about calling that Olivia bitch to come give her some of that fire ass head she had but had to think about it twice. Although she was hurt by Perfect, she still felt she owed loyalty to him.Is that considered cheating?she thought to herself.
Picking up the house phone since she turned her cellphone off, she called Kema. “If I let a bitch give me some head, is that considered cheating?” she asked as soon as Kema picked up.
“Nope, I do it every other day Bih,” Kema replied.
“I don’t know why I asked her,”Brook’Lynn mumbled before hanging up. She called Yaya next and asked her the same question.
“Nah, ain’t nothing wrong with getting that pussy treated time to time, fuck all that other shit… a bitch supposed to be in a drought? Bitch, you’ll have pussy cobwebs and dust bumps waiting on these niggas,” Yaya said.
“You know what?” Brook’Lynn giggled. “I don’t know why I called your ass either.” She hung up on her.
She held the phone in her hand and wondered if she should call Marley or not. It didn’t take long before her fingers were punching her number, asking her the same question she’d previously asked her other friends.
“Well, Brook’Lynn, if you have to second guess or ask about it, then maybe it’s not something you should be doing,” Marley replied.
She was glad she called Marley because she seemed to be the only levelheaded one. “Thanks girl,” she said before hanging up.
With no other option, she walked into her master bedroom and reached to the top of her closet, locating her play box with all her toys inside of it until she found the vibrator she was looking for. Behind a few other shoeboxes, she also searched another box for her Keel soft dildo because if she couldn’t get any dick, then she was about to fuck the shit out of her damn self. Her eyes grew wide when she opened the box and her shit wasn’t there; instead, she was greeted with a note from Perfect:
When I said you better not ever let no other dick wax my pussy, I was talking about this weak shit too. Hold that pussy on ice til I get back. Love you, Brook.
“Shit!” She closed the lid down in frustration… mad at him and all, she had to laugh at the fact that he went out his entire way to find her stash.
Five minutes later, she was on her back with her legs spread wide open with her own juices oozing from her silky slit opening, causing a small wet spot on her sheets. She placed two fingers on her clit and gently rotated them in a circular motion, as she bit her bottom lip and used the other hand to lightly brush her fingers over her nipples since she didn’t want to pull on them. They were somewhat sore, and she guessed it was from the pregnancy.
With her eyes closed, she imagined Perfect in between her legs feasting on her sweetness, as she pumped her hips while feeling herself coming to a quick climax, picking up the speed. “Ohhh shittt!” she moaned, feeling her body heat up with an electric wave coming over her body. That was it; she felt the contraction in her clit as her walls gushed with her juices. “Dammmnn,” she panted, trying to catch her breath.
Satisfied for the moment, she rolled over and went to sleep until she was awoken in the middle of the night.
“Brook’Lynn!” Marley panicked. “I need you, come to Wise’s house right now! Please!”
Brook’Lynn didn’t know what was going on, but she immediately hopped out of her sleep, wondering what the fuck she was doing at Wise house. She knew they were dating, but she didn’t know it was going to be all of this because Wise didn’t let bitches in his house.
“Are you okay?!” she asked, searching for a fleece suit and some sneakers. She looked down in between her legs wondering why she was so sticky, until she remembered her little freak session earlier. Running in the bathroom, she grabbed a washrag and lathered it up with some Summer’s Eve wash before taking a quick hoe bath.
“I am, but I need you to meet me here; just hurry up.”
Twenty minutes later, she was walking up Wise’s driveway and knocking on the door. Marley greeted her wearing a big-oversized shirt and some boxers. Her hair was hanging, and she took off her contacts and was wearing a cute little pair of Chanel frame reading glasses. Brook’Lynn made her way inside, ready to fuck Wise up if he did something to her friend.
“What did Wise do? It’s 4 in the morning and it better be a good reason why I’m here,” Brook’Lynn fussed, dropping her shit on the couch.
Marley locked the door and fidgeted with her thumbs. “He didn’t do anything Brook’Lynn, well… besides the fact that he’s been missing since earlier. He left me here to get food, and he didn’t make it back, nor is he answering my calls.”
Brook’Lynn snapped her head back in Marley’s direction quick as hell. “This what you called me over here for?! Cause a nigga ain’t came home? I thought it was something major!” she fussed, feeling pissed off.
