Page 34 of Ghetto Heartstrings
“Perfect!” she snapped, standing in the doorway of the closet. “What’s wrong?” she asked on the brink of tears in a shaken-up voice.
He paused briefly to stare at her deep in his thoughts. He thought he was ready to confront her, but he realized he wasn’t, and in order to be strong, he had to get the fuck out. A part of him wanted to love all over her because he missed her ass, but the other part of him wanted to slap some sense into her ass and there was nothing in him that could do that. He realized that something was different about her, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.
“Where’s the fucking money Brook’Lynn?” he asked.
“What money?” she asked, confused like hell.
He gritted his teeth and chuckled. “Cut the act aiight… I know all about the fuck shit ya’ll been on. Now, I want all the money ya’ll took from them niggas! Give it to me!” he demanded, causing her to jump.
Brook’Lynn had never been a good liar, so when he looked in her eyes, he knew it was true and that shit tore him up inside. If he didn’t trust anybody else, he trusted her ass, and now he felt like he’d lost his best friend, all because she wanted to be greedy. “Damn, did I not do enough?” he asked, hurt. “I always madesure you was good, right? I can’t believe you out here on some bullshit!”
Brook’Lynn took a step back, wondering how the fuck he even found out, but one thing she wasn’t gonna do was lie and make it worst. “Perfect…” she said as her voice trembled. “Let me explain,” she sighed. “Please baby.”
He shook his head as he continued to pack. “Explain what Brook’Lynn? That you ain’t shit? What, you let yo lil home girls boost yo head up; ya’ll done lost ya’ll fucking mind!”
“I did it to help yo ass out! You leave me and tell me you might be going away, and the reason is because of your lifestyle! When you got back, I didn’t want you to go back to the streets, so I tried to get up enough bread to make sure you were straight!” she yelled, now pissed at how stupid he was acting.
“You did it to help me?!” he asked in disbelief. “I’m a fucking man, Brook’Lynn! I don’t need any fucking help! I told you, I’m good! I ain’t never stole from a nigga in my entire fucking life! If you wanna help a street nigga, you help him invest in the bread he already got! Help a nigga build an empire, that’s what the fuck you do!” He caught himself because he was really about to lose it. “Brook’Lynn… give me the fucking money,” he demanded again. “Not only did ya’ll rob some other niggas, ya’ll dumb asses robbed me! Ya’ll robbed my fucking family! I gotta clean this shit up… not you!”
She heard everything he said, and she felt silly as hell because there was nothing about the words that he used that she could argue with. She walked over to where she had the money stashed inside the huge walk-in closet and removed the money, passing it over to him. “I didn’t rob your family, Perfect, you have to believe me. I had no parts in that,” she said, quickly wiping her tears. She wasn’t a fucking pussy. If she was wrong, then a woman had to admit to that, but she wasn’t going to say she did some shit that she really didn’t, just to satisfy him. “This bagcame from Shaw, this came from Love… that’s all I have,” she said, placing them in front of his feet.
He stared down at the bags and balled his lips up when he heard the names. That was even more fucked up because them was his niggas; they got money together. “Don’t lie now Brook’Lynn. I can’t even look at yo ass right now. I really don’t believe this shit.”
“I can prove that I didn’t have shit to do with that,” she said a little calmer and went to grab her plane ticket and flight information to show him that she wasn’t even in town when that shit went down. She came back and stuffed it in his face. “You see? I was in Houston; I wasn’t here Perfect… Wise and I were gone.”
“Wise! Wise! The fuck you doing with Wise? So, you going out of town with my friends and shit now?!” He walked up on her like he was about to attack her. “You really trying my fucking patience Brook’Lynn!”
Scanning the room, she had to think quick as she grabbed the first thing she saw, a hammer sitting at the top of the closet. She couldn’t let him harm her or her baby, although she didn’t think he would, she still had to be cautious. “It’s not what you’re thinking Perfect!” She gripped the hammer in her sweaty palm.
He paused and looked at the love of his life, knowing that the Brook’Lynn he knew would’ve never pulled that shit. “Who the fuck are you?” he asked. “Where the Brook’Lynn I know?”
“Baby, I didn’t go to Houston for a walk in the park. So much has happened since you’ve been gone. Wise is actually my brother, and you have to believe me. If you don’t, go see him and ask to see his birth certificate. I promise, I’m not lying. I went to see his mama to get some answers to all of our questions,” she confessed.
Perfect chuckled, knowing women would say all kind of shit. “Brother, huh? I left and he was my homie. I come back and he yo fucking brother…don’t worry, I’ma damn sho look into it.”
“It’s true,” she replied. “And I have some information for you too; some very important shit that we all need to discuss.”
“Honestly Brook’Lynn, I gotta link up with my niggas and clean up this mess. I can’t even look at you right now.” He picked up everything he needed and walked out, with her begging him not to leave. The hardest shit for him to do was walk away from her, but it needed to be done. It broke his heart to watch her breakdown as he left, but she fucked up and bad too.
“Wait Perfect!” she yelled from the door as he rolled the window up to his car. “Rasta ain’t who you think he is!”
He didn’t hear shit else after that because he had completely rolled the window up and pulled off with the tires screeching. He didn’t need her to tell her shit about Rasta’s ass. He pulled out his phone and called C2 first, but all he could hear was yelling and screaming in the background.
“Bro! On God! I’m about to kill this bitch in here. She done lost her muthafuckin’ mind, and then I get in here and the bitch got all kind of niggas ringing her muthafuckin’ phone!” C2 fumed.
“Did you get the money?” Perfect asked.
“The fuck you mean? Yeah, I got what’s left!” he fussed.
“C2! Get off the phone and address me like a man!” Kema could be heard in the background crying. “You don’t know shit about why we did what we did! And I told you! Brook’Lynn had nothing to do with that other shit, so don’t get on the phone lying to your fucking brother!”
“On the real Kema… you gotta go; you gotta get the fuck up out my crib tonight and asap! I can’t have no snakes around me, ma… get the fuck on. Go live with one of them niggas who been blowing up ya phone, since they can take care of you better thanI can,” he told her. “Yo bro, where the fuck you gon’ be at man? I’m on my way as soon as I get her ass up outta here.”
“To my other spot.” Perfect told him with mixed emotions.
He hung up and pulled up to his other house. He knew that it would be clean, since he had someone to come and clean it once a week for him, but he never imagined that he would ever have to sleep there. It was decorated specifically as a bachelor’s pad, but it wasn’t home to him. Brook’Lynn made his house feel like a home.
He pulled his shirt off and sat on the couch, leaning back before rolling up a fat ass joint to smoke one before his brother got there. He knew C2 would come with a story to tell, and he needed to be ready for it, or else he’d get a fucking headache. In the last twenty-four hours, enough shit had happened, and he didn’t need no more bullshit; he’d never been the drama type. After he smoked, he realized that he hadn’t eaten all day, so he ordered some sweet and sour chicken wings, special fried rice, and eggrolls from the little Chinese spot by the house and took a shower while he waited for them to deliver it. He got out right on time because they were knocking and before he even got out of the shower good. He tucked his gun in the small of his waist and went to answer the door and pay for the food, just as C2 was pulling up.
