Page 30 of Ghetto Heartstrings
“Brook’Lynn!” Wise yelled. “Stop it! Calm the fuck down!”
“Fuck that! My daddy is a lot of shit, but the nigga ain’t gay!”
“You don’t have to accept it; you came way out here for the truth, and you got it,” Ms. Fiona said, making sure she stayed clear away from Brook’Lynn. She wasn’t afraid or anything; she just didn’t want to fight with her. After all, she was her son’s sister.
“Brook’Lynn! You think I wanted to hear that shit? I don’t wanna accept no shit like that either, but what the fuck would she lie for? You trying to have a baby or a miscarriage?” Wise asked, thinking fast as he figured that would be the only thing that would calm her down and he was right.
She snatched away from him. “Get off of me! I’m outta here!” She rushed to the room and grabbed her bag since it was still packed. She shot out the front door with Wise right on her heels.
“Get in the car,” he ordered. He was so mad, he wanted to strangle her fucking neck.
She hopped in and slammed the door. “I don’t know why I agreed to even come out here, just to be told some bullshit.”
“Nah Brook, that was some real shit,” he told her, looking in her eyes.
“You’ll say that cause that’s your mama; nigga, shut up.”
He shook his head. “Nah, I’ll say that because I saw the hurt in her eyes when she told us the story, and I can tell she really didn’t want to. But, think about it. Where the fuck is Perfect and C2’s mama? Where yo mama, Brook? When the last time you seen her?”
She took a deep breath and thought about it. “She ran off with her boyfriend,” she admitted.
“Or at least that’s what Brody told you, right?” he chuckled. “Why the fuck didn’t I have my mama like I should’ve? Cause she ran off Brook’Lynn… only difference was, she kept in contact with me; she never hid her location. All she made me do was promise to never mention her to my punk ass daddy cause she didn’t want him to know where she was.”
Brook’Lynn thought about it, and it made hella sense now. “I don’t even know what to say,” she replied, fighting back tears. “Like, I wanna fucking scream right now.”
“You know what’s so fucked up about this shit Brook? This shit is happening in the real world; this shit is actually happening every day. Niggas is lowkey shittin’ on beautiful ass women, just so they can fuck around with another man. Then, be out here claiming they some real niggas. Niggas is living life a big ass lie out here. I’ve heard about it, but the shit has hit close to home,” Wise said, shaking his head. “The fact that these niggas only wanted kids to carry their last names is weak as fuck. Brody didn’t have plans on us meeting each other; he didn’t give a fuck about that.”
Brook’Lynn sat still, all of a sudden feeling bad about how she treated Ms. Fiona. Another part of her was battling with the fact that her man was now gone on the strength of some shit Rasta told him. Everything could’ve been a big ass lie. Perfect, Boom, and C2 could’ve been on the run for no reason at all.
She took a deep breath and decided to go woman-up and apologize. She could only imagine how hard it must’ve been for Ms. Fiona to share her truths with them, and instead of appreciating her, she snapped and threatened to fuck her up. “I’m gon’ go apologize to your mama, she didn’t deserve that.”
Wise took one arm and pulled her over to him in a half hug. “Trust me. I’m mad as fuck too, but at least we got what we was looking for. How hard do you think it was for them to find out that the man they fell in love with really wanted the same shit they did?”
“You right,” she agreed.
When Brook’Lynn and Wise walked back through the door, Ms. Fiona was sitting at the table waiting for them; she knew they would be back.
“Brook’Lynn… I didn’t mean to upset you, baby girl. I promise I didn’t, but you’ve gotta understand how hard this was for me to even talk about some shit I vowed I wouldn’t fuck with or bring up anymore… not ever, but since you two found out the truth about each other, it was only fair that somebody explained it.”
Brook’Lynn took a seat right next to her and nodded her head. “I understand, and I want to apologize for my behavior. I thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome and let me tell you this. Don’t let them do or say anything to keep you away from your man or else, they’ll still be winning this game they’ve been playing for years. They sick ass life shouldn’t have anything to do with you and your man being together; don’t even ask me how I know all of this. I moved away, but my ears are still close. I have to watch those men closely to make sure they’re living their life and not trying to fuck up mine, wondering where I moved away to. I got my money, and I got my peace, and I deserve it.”
“I absolutely understand… and again, I apologize, and I thank you. If you don’t mind, I think I’ma just go lay down,” Brook’Lynn said, excusing herself.
“I’ll come check on you in a lil bit… let me holla at ma dukes one on one,” Wise told her.
As soon as Brook’Lynn got to the room, she picked up her phone and called Yaya.
“Bitch, it’s about time you called me back!” Yaya fussed.
“Girl, it’s some shit going on right now and I’m really not in the mood. I’ll have to catch you up when I get back,” she said, feeling overwhelmed.
“Well damn, why you over there sounding like Debbie Downer? I thought you and your newfound brother were supposed to be enjoying a quick lil get away.”
“It wasn’t like that.”
“Yeah, well, real quick… Bugg got a lick for us tonight. We gotta move ASAP, and if we hit this one, we don’t have to fuck with nobody else, I promise, and I’ll even still give you your cut.”
