Page 39 of Ghetto Heartstrings
And with that, she hung up.
Not even five minutes later, Kema was calling again. “Kema, I told you I’ll call you back,” she said, much calmer this time. “And why are you crying?” she asked.
“Let me tell you something. C2 kicked me out and I’ve been feeling this shit Brook’Lynn… this shit ain’t fun no more. Back to being single and living the fast life with nobody to give a fuck about you? Nah… this isn’t life. Meeting niggas who only wanna fuck you? It’s hard Brook.” She broke down. “Lord knows that I wasn’t perfect, and my reputation wasn’t the best out here, but C2 saw past all that. I put my flaws in the hands of a real nigga, and he showed me something different. I didn’t do right by that man and I’m paying for it.”
“Don’t cry Kema,” Brook’Lynn said, because she didn’t know what else to say. “Give him some time and see what happens.”
Kema sighed. “I guess Brook’Lynn. I hope you’re right. I’ma get that man back though, I promise you that. Tomorrow, I’m going to look for a real job and probably take up some classes. No more clubs, no more tricking and shit. I’m gonna better myself, so I can be a better woman for both of us.”
Brook’Lynn was so proud of her friend that she forgot about her own problems and cried for her. “I’m sooooo happy for you, Kema! I’m sooooo happy.” She let the joyful tears run down her face. “That’s right baby… it’s not what you do, is how you come up out of it. That’s right, you go and make you a better person and then you can be a better person to everyone else. I’ll be rooting for you along the way. I promise, I’ll help you with anything.”
“I know you will… did you talk to Yaya? I can’t believe my bitch is leaving,” she said sadly.
“She’ll be back,” Brook’Lynn assured her. She was torn inside as well because it had always been them for the past few years, and now, they were about to be apart.
When they hung up, Brook’Lynn went to shower and get herself together. Although she was mad at Perfect, she still had to tend to her womanly duties since he was back home now, so she fixed a meal of baked chicken, yellow rice, and glazed carrots, leaving it on the stove for whenever he came back. When she was done, she rubbed her stomach with cocoa butter and got in the bed to watch television until she fell asleep.
Across town at Perfect’s other house, he sat by the pool in deep thought. He needed to get away from everything and everyone. He balled his fist up and bit down on it to stop from yelling out, and it also helped holding in the tears. He was a firm believer that real niggas didn’t cry, but he also was a believer that you’d snap if you held that shit in long enough. He was always the one to handle shit. Everybody always depended on him for everything, and he always had to show his strength, especially for his brother.
The hardest shit ever was dealing with the fact that his father was a queer or whatever the fuck they called themselves. He thought that him and Brody were both sick as fuck in the head. He wanted to vomit, knowing that the two of them were playing in each other’s assholes. Rasta was the one that showed him how to pay bills, how to be a man, how a man was supposedto take care of his family. Rasta was the one who showed them how to get money and keep it; he showed them how to cook for themselves and not depend on nobody else. It hurt him to his heart to know that, deep down inside, he was also a different kind of man.
Perfect’s heart hurt for the women who were hurt and neglected behind Brody’s and Rasta’s selfishness. That shit was unacceptable, and it made him appreciate and want to respect his own woman even more; he’d never do no shit to hurt her. Yeah, he was determined to bring all this shit to surface, and he had cooked up the perfect plan. It was all about putting it in motion and he couldn’t wait to get it poppin’ with them bitch ass niggas. He even wondered if Maine knew about it, but he wasn’t going to call him, he was going to deal with him in person.
After about two hours, Perfect decided it was time to head home. One, he’d been gone long enough, and two, he needed to explain everything that had been going on. When he got home, the smell of food ticked his nose, so he went to satisfy his growling stomach. He smiled when he saw what she whipped up for him and that’s why he fucked with her and loved her ass. No matter what, she always played her part and looked out for a nigga, even at times when he was dead ass wrong him damn self.
He ate and went to take a shower, so he could snuggle up under his baby and give her some bomb ass head afterwards.
“You sleep?” he asked her.
“Barely,” she mumbled up under the cover. She sat up, looking at him.
He hated to see her lip all fucked up. He wanted to hop in his car and go find Bugg to slap the shit out of her his damn self.
“Is it true Perfect? I won’t be mad, just tell me.” She said with an exhausted look on her face.
“Let me explain Brook’Lynn…” He started talking and told her how everything went down and assured her that he didn’t cheat on her and wouldn’t cheat on her.
“So, ya’ll had her spying on us?” she asked.
He threw his hands up, realizing that he slipped. “I’m done talking about it, just know I didn’t cheat,” he said, feeling like he was inside an interrogation room or some shit.
“Come on… lay down,” she told him, waiting for him to spoon with her. What could she do, argue with him and tell him he wasn’t being honest? Or suck the shit up and move on? Either way, he was where he wanted to be and Bugg was somewhere being one mad ass bitch. Brook’Lynn hoped that Bugg would find her peace and happy place because something was truly wrong with her; she was going to pray for her.
“Can I please you tonight?” Perfect whispered in her ear, glad to be in her arms again.
The thoughts of his dick being in Bugg’s mouth were too fresh for her and she wanted to gag. “Not tonight baby… I do love you, though.”
Perfect understood and had to respect that. He placed a soft kiss on her neck and wrapped his strong arm around her body, as his hand caressed her stomach. “I love ya’ll too.”
“I guessyou never know what a person is truly going through until some shit like this happens, huh?” Brook’Lynn questioned Wise.
“I know, and it’s fucked up,” he said, shaking his head. “Like, people would really rather harm themselves or overdose, just to take the pain away… just too pussy to deal with life itself…some shit fucks with you then deal with it, but goddamn you live to see another day.”
Brook’Lynn thought about what he was saying, she didn’t feel any malice in her heart at all… what she was about to do was only right.
Wise gently grabbed Brook’Lynn’s wrist before she stepped foot out of the car. “Be careful and hurry the fuck up Brook. You know these churches and shit make a nigga nervous. I done did everything up under the sun but surrender to the Lord, andI don’t want the spirit fuckin’ with me, being in front of this shit too long. It’s already enough I had to go in; this shit got me feeling crazy,” he said as his eyes bounced around while scanning the parking lot. He made sure his tool was sitting on his lap, loaded and ready.
Brook’Lynn stared straight ahead at nothing particular. “I’ll be quick,” she said. “And about that, maybe we all need to surrender to the Lord. We’ll talk about it one day,” she replied, walking away into the church.
