Page 38 of Ghetto Heartstrings
Hearing that shit caused Brook’Lynn to go stiff for a half second. “What the fuck did you just say to me?!” she yelled before punching the shit out of her again. “Bitch, what the fuck did you just say?!” Brook’Lynn forgot about everything and went crazy for half a second, giving her the strength she needed to flip Bugg’s ass and fuck her up properly. If it weren’t for Perfect pulling her off and another guy grabbing Bugg, they would’ve kept going at it.
“Get that bitch out of here!” Perfect told the guy. “Take her stupid ass on somewhere!”
“Let me go Perfect! Let me go!” Brook’Lynn wiggled from his grip and sat back in the car huffing, trying to catch her breath.She was beyond pissed that her lip was bust. She grabbed a napkin and dabbed the blood on her swelling lips.
Bugg was carried away somewhere and Brook’Lynn was ready to go.
“You fucking pregnant! Come on Brook’Lynn, damn. You can’t be wilidin’ like that!” Perfect fussed, sitting in the driver’s seat.
“She came for me, Perfect! And don’t you dare tell me no shit about how I can’t be wildin’, when you been around here letting bitches slob on your fucking knob!”
He took a deep breath, feeling a headache coming and went back inside to grab the food. When he came back, he didn’t even want to talk, but he had to make sure she was straight. “I need to take you to get checked out to make sure the baby is okay,” he said calmly.
“Nah, I’m fine. Take me home,” she ordered with an attitude.
“What I say? I’m taking you.”
“Did she suck your dick or not?” she asked.
“Brook’Lynn, that bitch is crazy man. I’ll explain to you later… this shit is too much man,” he said without looking at her.
Her lips trembled as she placed her hand over her mouth. “Oh, my God, she did, didn’t she?” she asked, knowing the look in his eyes when he didn’t want to answer a question.
He refused to answer her right now, he was more concerned about whether her and the baby were okay. She folded her arms across her chest and tried hard not to swing on him, but to say she felt betrayed was an understatement, but the nerve of Bugg to attack her was some bullshit.
Her ringing phone got her attention, and she picked up for Kema. “Yeah?”
“Bitch, what the fuck happened? ‘Fat Ma’ who works up there at Fingalickin’ said that you and Bugg was in the parking lot getting it poppin; tell me that’s a lie.”
“Fuck Bugg, that bitch attacked me, fuck that hoe. I’ll call you back,” she said, hanging up on Kema. She was pissed because her days off were over and she was supposed to work tomorrow, but how was she going to do that with a fucked-up lip. She knew for sure it’d be huge by the morning.
She was so hurt and upset with Perfect that she didn’t even know what else to say; it was always the hoes right up under you who you had to watch. She would’ve never guessed that Perfect and Bugg even knew each other.
After being checked out by the doctor and nurses at the urgent care, they assured her that everything was fine and even tried to encourage her to press charges on her attacker, but she wasn’t having it. That wasn’t how they handled shit. When they got back to the house, Perfect dropped her off in the front.
“Let me go make this run and I’ll be right back. I promise, I’ll explain everything Brook’Lynn… just know I didn’t cheat on you though. I promise you that,” he told her.
“Yeah, whatever,” she mumbled. She guessed his dick just guided its own way to Bugg’s fucking sour ass mouth; she wanted to fuck her ass up again. She slammed the door and went inside fuming.
Brook’Lynn had her phone on silent because it kept ringing, but she did answer for Yaya. “Yeah, before you ask, it’s true! And I fucked her ass up and rightfully so!” she fussed, pacing back and forth.
“I’m not even worried about that. I know you can handle you; ya’ll will figure that shit out… I just called to say goodbye,” she said.
Brook’Lynn stopped pacing. “Goodbye?” Her heart dropped. “Where you going?”
“Well, since Boom ain’t fucking with me and ya’ll are on pause right now, I’m headed to Texas to link up with Reema; you know… the chick we run up on when we went to go do Love,” she said, reminding her. “She got a couple of lil businesses up there, so I’m going to check some shit out, I’ll be back before the baby gets here, I promise,” she said.
Brook’Lynn’s heart dropped. “You can’t leave me.” She didn’t care how crazy Yaya was or what kind of ways she had… that was her bitch, one of her ride or dies, and she knew Yaya would do anything for her. “You don’t have to do no more crazy shit Yaya, it’s not worth it. I promise you it’s not… you can find something legit here.”
Yaya held the phone listening, but her mind was made up. “Nah baby, this is the price you have to pay when you depend on niggas to take care of you. I’ve gotten used to certain things and certain way of living. This shit is like an illness that I’ll have to slowly walk away from, but right now, I have to do what I have to do… don’t worry about me, Brook. I’ma call you every day.”
“Yaya,” Brook’Lynn sniffed. She didn’t want her to go.
Yaya sniffed as well, trying to fight back her own tears. “Don’t worry about me, Brook.” She was truly fucked up more than anybody knew. Boom didn’t want to have shit to do with her and she wished she would’ve expressed her love better or showed him better because in reality, he wasn’t a bad nigga at all; it was her who was greedy. “I’ma be okay baby… live fast, die young, right?” she quoted some shit they always said to each other. “I gotta live baby.”
Brook’Lynn knew it was no use in trying to convince her to stay; she did what she wanted and when she wanted. “I love you, tramp… you better make sure you call me.”
“I will… love you too, friend.”
