Page 50 of Ghetto Heartstrings
Rasta looked over at Brody with a frown on his face but didn’t say shit, the shit was getting uncomfortable for them both and they both had business they needed to be handling. When it was time to order the food, they all did and didn’t say much until Boom’s phone kept ringing. Fed up, and although she had no right to, Yaya spoke up dropping her fork on her plate. “Would you answer that muthafucka already!”
“Oh no,” Aunt Ruth wiped her mouth with a napkin, “is everybody cursing in front of their elders now? Ya’ll gonna have to show me some respect.”
“I’m sorry Aunt Ruth.” Yaya apologized. “But damn Boom, answer the phone or shut it off…if I wasn’t here, you’d be answering. I see it didn’t take that long to move on, did it?”
Boom frowned, knowing damn well she wasn’t trying to check him. He couldn’t lie, it was good seeing her and she looked even better than the last time he’d seen her but she wasn’t coming up in there running shit. “On the real Yaya…I don’t gotta answer to nobody who don’t belong to me, so with all due respect, have some respect for everybody sitting at this table and don’t bring that drama.”
She scanned the table furious, “I got you, believe that.”
C2 laughed, he couldn’t help it, Yaya was still bugged the fuck out.
“I don’t know what you laughing at C2.” Kema chimed in. “Yo ass ain’t no better, at least it’s just his phone ringing and not him bringing a bitch to her job to embarrass her.”
“Hey! What in all hell did I say?” Aunt Ruth snapped.
Kema frowned and got prepared to excuse herself. “I gotta get the hell from around here because with my mouth and temper, I would flip this whole damn table today.”
“Man, sit down.” C2 told her. “Stop acting like a chicken head and act like you got some sense.”
“I be doing just fine until I get around you, I swear you try to bring out the worst in me.”
“You still love me, that’s why.”
She shot him the middle finger and sat back down.
“I’m glad me and Wise don’t have these problems, right baby?” Marley blew a kiss at him peeking over her framed Chanel glasses.
“Marley, shut up!” All the women yelled in unison.
It was Wise turn to say something, “Ya’ll gon’ get off my baby.” He told them and then winked at his girl. “That’s right baby.”
Aunt Ruth shook her head, “You young folks.”
Meanwhile, then tension between Perfect, Brook’Lynn and their fathers was thick, it was like a boiling pot waiting to tip over.
“Now what happened to your arm?” Aunt Ruth asked Brody again. “What kind of scuffle did you get in?”
“It’s not a big deal.” He told her.
“Why don’t you go ahead and tell her the truth daddy, what really happened to your arm?” Brook’Lynn ask with her head tilt to the side, she’d just buried her first child and the way she was feeling, she wasn’t in the fucking mood.
Brody gave his daughter a look, “You need to chill.”
Brook’Lynn sucked her teeth and looked to Aunt Ruth, “You wanna know what happened?” Brook’Lynn asked her.
Brody tried to stop her, “Brook’Lynn!”
“No,” she said slowly, “excuse my language Aunt Ruth, but I shot his ass, that’s what happened.”
Aunt Ruth pushed her plate away from her, “Why would you do that?”
Brody stood up prepared to leave, “I said not here Brook’Lynn what the fuck is wrong with you?” He then focused on Aunt Ruth. “She found out about Bugg, and she flipped on me, that’s what happened.”
Brook’Lynn violently shook her head while all eyes were glued on her. Perfect sat down and relaxed letting her to get all the shit she wanted off of her chest and dared anybody to fuck with her. “No! That’s not why I shot his ass; I shot him because him and his booty partner over here ruined my fucking life. As a matter of fact they ruined all of our fucking lives, ya’ll are fucking selfish.” She looked on at Rasta and Brody with disgust in her eyes.
Rasta hopped up out of his seat in a rage, “The fuck is she talking about Brody? She talkin’ out the ass right now and youaint saying shit? Do you understand what the fuck she trying to accuse us of? You better fix this shit my nigga.”
Brody looked from his lover to his daughter and felt like he was torn. He could look in her eyes and tell that she knew the truth and quite frankly, he was tired of fucking hiding. He picked up his glass and took the last shot of Patron, he was already half tipsy anyway. “And however, I chose to live my life don’t concern you, if I did anything fucked up it was not being there for all my kids how I was there for your little spoiled ass, but I don’t give a fuck about those prostitute bitches that spit ya’ll out. It was a fair exchange.”
