Page 51 of Ghetto Heartstrings
“Brody!” Rasta grilled him and pulled out his gun. “If you say shit else, I swear to God I’ma put a bullet in yo ass man.”
Aunt Ruth hopped up and grabbed her bag, “This is to much for me.” She wiped a tear. “I’m too old to relive this again. I told ya’ll it wasn’t right back then and it still ain’t right now. Now ya’ll done managed to let these kids find out and ya don’t even care how it’s affected them. You want to live your life how you want to then that’s fine because that’s life! But you don’t hurt other people while you’re doing it. Spit on both your graves!” She rushed out of the restaurant leaving everyone speechless.
“Put that fucking gun down.” Brody grilled at Rasta. “You see all these muthafuckas in this bitch? You ain’t gon’ shoot me in here so put it down.”
C2 gave his brother Perfect a look with his eyes asking if they should intervene.
Perfect shook his head telling him“Nah.”This was exactly what they wanted.
“Fuck that, I fucking told you! Keep her ass away from my fucking son until we had this shit figured out and you couldn’t even fucking do that. Look at her money hungry ass, she couldn’t even mind her fucking business!”
Just that quickly, Rasta had three guns now pointing at him: Perfect’s, Wise, and Brody’s.
“Fuck you.” Brook’Lynn spat.
“Rasta…” Brody said before taking a deep breath. “You breakin’ all rules right now my man, don’t disrespect my daughter.” He warned.
“Straight the fuck up…daddy or not, she ain’t did shit to you. Man up to yo shit Rasta.” Perfect said, beyond frustrated.
Rasta chuckled looking at all the guns in his face, realizing everything they worked so hard to cover up was crumbling right before his eyes, he was humiliated and beyond disgusted that the spotlight was on him and Brody. Easing his gun down sitting it down on the table in front of him, all he could do was chuckle. “So, this is what it came to huh? You sure you ready to put this shit out here like this? I worked hard to build my foundation.” He reminded Brody.
“And so did I, but don’t disrespect my fucking daughter again and I mean that shit,” he warned.
Everyone at the table was literally speechless, they didn’t know what to say, like the scene that was unraveling in front of them was of one right out of the movies. Marley leaned over and whispered in Yaya’s ear. “Are we on ‘Punk’d’?”
Yaya frowned her face refusing to answer Marley, now wasn’t the time. She knew her friends were going through some shit right now; she couldn’t focus on shit besides that.
“So, it’s true then?” C2 asked his father, “our whole life really was a fucking lie, huh?”
“I raised you! Ya mama didn’t want you…them bitches didn’t care about none of ya’ll. All of them bitches came out the club and fucked for a buck. They didn’t come from shit…not a muthafucking thing and we made their lives better. We provided some shit for them that they never had and that was stability. We allowed them to live good and in return they got paid to breedour kids. Now you want the truth? That’s some truth for yo ass, we aint the first niggas and wont be the last. So, what ya’ll gone do, kill us? Huh!” He looked in the eyes of his sons. “Yeah, yo big time ass daddy is gay, so fuckin’ what and we still built some shit that’ll forever be respected.”
“The crackers coming, ya’ll chill.” Boom looked up just in time to see them making their way over with the restaurant manager.
They all hurried and tucked the guns while still grilling the shit out of each other, this shit wasn’t over on either end. The manager burst through the door with Miami police right behind them. Before they could say anything, Rasta was the first one to speak up. “Ain’t no problems here officers, we were just leaving.” He pulled a roll of money from his pocket and sat it on the table. “For the tab and ya’ll can keep the change.” He was beyond pissed the fuck off that it came to this and the last thing he wanted was for that shit to get out in the streets, this was the kind of shit that could tarnish his entire reputation and cause his entire empire to crumble.
Everyone left in silence because the last thing they wanted to do was be fucked up with the police, that was one thing they didn’t fuck with and they didn’t need to police in they fucking faces, they handled all their shit accordingly. The tension in the air was thick as fuck and emotions were bouncing from every different angle. Brody and Rasta walked off and hopped in their foreign whips, speeding off and obviously both heated with each other. Brook’Lynn on the other hand needed to get home since technically she shouldn’t have been out anyway since she was still fresh out of the hospital.
The fresh tears that fell down her face on her way home wouldn’t stop even if she tried, seemed like being pregnant and then actually having a baby and not being able to bring her home but burying her instead really fucked with her emotions. Shecouldn’t wait to get her hormones in check so she could get back to herself. It was crazy how just six months ago her life was all good and she couldn’t complain about shit, but now it seemed like everything around her was going from sugar to shit and she had to fix this, either that or lose her fucking mind.
She didn’t say shit to Perfect when they walked inside the house, Yaya and Kema had already told her that they wouldn’t be staying at her place tonight, they were actually gonna just stay at Kema’s place and then come over tomorrow and have a intimate pajama night with their girl before Yaya hopped back on the plane to finish her deeds in Texas. She’d low key been talking to Snake the entire time she’d been back in Miami, he was actually the one who sponsored her trip, he didn’t even let her come out the pocket not one time.
Brook’Lynn popped two pills and stepped out of her dress, she really wished she could’ve taken a warm bubble bath but since she’d technically just given birth, she couldn’t sit in the tub just yet and risk getting an infection, so the shower was what she had to be satisfied with for now. Perfect walked in after she was already inside the shower exposing his bare and ripped chest. She kind of felt bad just looking at him cause she could tell he was stressed the hell out.
“You okay baby girl?” He asked her taking his hand caressing her back while still standing on the outside of the shower.
“I’m okay.”
“But you don’t gotta be though, it’s okay to not be okay ma, but in order to heal you gotta let that shit out.”
Brook’Lynn was trying not to think about it but she real deal couldn’t get the vision of her dead child out of her head, and it was driving her fucking crazy. She wished it was all a bad dream that could’ve went away. “But I wanna be though Perfect, like, this shit ain’t fair. It’s bitches out here having kids and don’t even deserve them, not even doing right by them. I would’vebeen a excellent mom. Why take my baby?” She asked him, finally turning around with distraught in those pretty eyes.
It broke Perfect’s heart, he had to get the fuck outta of before those same walls started closing in on him. “Pray about it, Brook. Pray to God for the strength and healing to get us both through this.” He told her leaning down kissing her cheek, shit, he didn’t know what the fuck else to say, he didn’t have all the answers. “Look, I gotta go make a quick run to check on some shit but I’ll be back in about a hour, if you can, wait up for me.”
“I love you baby.” She said kissing his soft lips.
He kissed her back and walked out leaving her to finish her shower. Not even fifteen minutes later, Brook’Lynn was scrubbing up for the last time when she heard a noise in the bedroom thinking that Perfect had forgotten something and came back. “Bae, that’s you?!” She yelled. “Perfect?”
She thought that it was strange when she didn’t get a response, so instead of calling his name again, she reached out to turn the water off but before she could, she was being pulled back by a gloved hand covering her mouth. She couldn’t gag, scream, or nothing as she felt the drop in her heart. She tried to fight it but her body wouldn’t cooperate, whatever the strong substance was that was covering the glove was causing her to black out, she felt herself dazing out and couldn’t fight it anymore, on her way out, she said a silent prayer:Heavenly father, I may not understand how everything will work out, but I trust you. I don’t see a way, but I know you will make a way. Things may look dark and bleak now, but I have faith that my dawn is coming. In Jesus name I pray, Amen.”
