Page 48 of Ghetto Heartstrings
He frowned his face, “What?”
“If you hadn’t let Bugg suck your dick, if she wouldn’t have attacked me because of it, my baby would be here…get out!”
“Wait hold the fuck on Brook’Lynn, that shit aint even fair. I didn’t let that bitch do shit! That bitch was sick, you dead ass wrong for coming at me like that like a nigga ain’t hurting just as bad as you.”
“He’s right Brook’Lynn.” Marley said in her soft voice while still trying to console her friend. “It’s not his fault, that’s not fair.”
Brook’Lynn cradled her face in Marley’s chest soaking her scrubs with her running tears, but Marley didn’t mind. “I just need him away from me right now.”
“I’m not going nowhere.” Perfect sat down in the chair with his face balled up. He had to grind his jaw muscles to stop from going off. “We get through this shit together…period.”
“Leave Perfect…Damn! You didn’t have a problem leaving when it was beneficial for you, now did you? Just go!”
He didn’t know what had gotten into her, but he wanted to slap the shit out of her ass and get that demon off her back, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
One of the nurses that Brook’Lynn was familiar with walked in with security following behind her, “Is everything okay?” She asked.
Brook’Lynn looked at Perfect and rolled her eyes, “I want him gone.”
Perfect, being a nigga who already had strikes knew that it wasn’t smart for him to be fighting with these people, although he could’ve easily fucked the security guard up, he didn’t want to take a chance of having the police in his fucking face and shit. This was one of the times he had to be smart, but he couldn’t deny that shit hurt him to the core. It was fucked up how real niggas had to swallow shit even when they knew the other person was dead ass wrong, especially when it came to their women.
“Ain’t no problems here…I’m out.” He stood up looking at Brook’Lynn one last time before he walked out.
A week later, Brook’Lynn stood in front of her wall mirror examining herself. She wore a pretty soft pink dress that stopped right past her knees with the matching heels. Her hair was done up in a nice bun and soft pink lipstick covered her lips. On the outside, she looked fine, but on the inside, she was heartbroken, and it wasn’t the type of heartbroken that came from a nigga. It was something she couldn’t even bare to describe, the hurt of losing a child was something she wouldn’t wish on her worst enemy.
In less than two hours, she was getting ready to bury her baby girl. Everyone insisted that she shouldn’t take herself through that but she wouldn’t have it any other way. It was set and that’s what was going to happen because she couldn’t physically find the strength the take care of everything, her friends came through like always and went through hell and high waters to get a tiny custom made casket and set everything up. She didn’t even have to come out of pocket, Perfect paid for everything although she hadn’t seen much of him, she just needed her space until this was over.
Yaya had flown in that same night with no hesitation so for that entire week, she had Yaya, Kema, and Marley by her side just like old times. Yaya came from the back wearing a different shade of pink since Brook’Lynn requested that everyone wear pink for her baby because the color pink represented love, and although Heaven didn’t make it, she was loved already by everyone.
“You look nice.” Yaya told her friend standing by her side.
“Thanks.” She managed to smile, “You don’t know how much that meant to me for you to fly right in and hop into action.” Brook’Lynn told her.
“You already know what it is Brook’Lynn, we all we got.” She hugged her.
Marley and Kema walked in ready to go, “Here…” Marley gave Brook’Lynn the house phone and then whispered, “It’s your dad, he keeps calling.”
Kema sucked her teeth and walked out before she grabbed the phone her damn self and said some slick ass shit.
Brook’Lynn frowned, she hadn’t seen Brody since she shot his ass and she had no idea how he even knew that she lost her baby because she didn’t tell him, but he’d been calling ever since. He acted like she didn’t even shoot his ass, he didn’t even mention it. “Hey.” She spoke dryly.
“I just wanted to make sure I was on time for the funeral services. I don’t want to miss it,” he said.
“But I didn’t even invite you Brody.” She rolled her eyes upward, and then she thought about it, Rasta was going to be there as well, “You know what, never mind, no…you’re not late it starts in two hours at Antioch.”
“Okay baby girl, see you soon.” He said hanging up.
Brook’Lynn wanted to gag but at this time, it wasn’t even about Brody or Rasta, she needed to get her baby resting peacefully before she even addressed that or thought about them. Since Heaven was his and Rasta’s grandchild, they kind of had a right to be there if they wanted.
“You okay?” Marley asked her.
“I’m cool.”
“Humph.” Yaya picked up the fingernail clipper from the nightstand and clipped off a hang nail that was irritating the shit out of her. “I know that’s your dad and shit but if you want me tokill his ass just say it and I got it.” She frowned. “Goddamit this shit hurts.”
Brook’Lynn shook her head and grabbed her purse as they all headed out to the awaiting car.
“Have you spoke to Perfect?” Kema asked her.
