Page 56 of Ghetto Heartstrings
“Nah, bro, that’s yo shit, I told you about that bitch.” Perfect said referring to Tika.
“I’m with him my nigga, control yo own bitch.” Boom laughed.
Yaya shot him a look and shook her head,‘just like he handled me?’She mumbled to herself ignoring the soreness from the side effects of him beating the pussy up.
C2 couldn’t even say shit cause if it was them, he’d stay out of that shit too.
Yaya looked down and picked up an empty beer bottle and before any one of them knew it, she was cocking back and throwing that bitch right at Tika’s back window causing it to shatter. “That’s a warning bitch…you better scat! Ain’t no nigga worth you getting’ ya head bust to the white meat!”
“Get that bitch Yaya!” Kema laughed still in C2’s grip. “Stop lookin’ for some shit you aint ready for! Ah haaa bitch now who teasing’? He don’t want me?” Kema caught C2 off guard by kissing his lips. “How you like that? What you gonna do?”
Tika was terrified by now, not only was Kema crazy but her friend was to and now she felt pieces of glass all in her hair. “Don’t call me no more C2!” She yelled before zooming off.
C2 finally let Kema go and shook his head, in all honesty, he couldn’t even be mad because Kema didn’t start it. Yaya rolled her eyes at C2 and made sure her friend was straight because Kema went from anger to tears all of a sudden.
“Aww what’s wrong?” Yaya asked her.
Kema shook her head and focused on C2, “why can’t you see how much I love you?” She sniffed. “Like, I know I fucked up and I’m sorry, but I can’t keep having this devil on my back every time I come around you. This shit is getting too difficult.”
“Kema.” C2 walked up to her trying to give her a hug, he wasn’t a asshole of a nigga, he had a heart, and he really didn’t like to see her crying. “Don’t cry ma…this shit is just…I don’teven know, a fucked up situation man. I tried to be that nigga you needed, and you played with a nigga.”
She took a step back and extended her hand stopping him. “I gotta stay from around you, if I’m gonna be better, I have to, cause I don’t have the right to get mad at shit you do but yet and still, I’m finding myself going there.” She then looked at Yaya. “Come drive me home, I gotta go.” She stormed past them all. “And Perfect, when Brook’Lynn gets home tell her to call me.”
Perfect didn’t even know what to say, everything was a big emotional wreck right now, and to think, all this shit started because of one big ass scam that sent them away for no fucking reason. Perfect took a deep breath and took the last swig of his beer. “I’ll holla at ya’ll niggas later.” He stood up and walked inside the house leaving them all no choice besides to use their own cars and go where they needed to go.
Shortly after, he came back out and went to the only other place he could think of after calling Brody and Aunt Ruth getting the confirmation that they hadn’t seen her. He didn’t want to call Brody’s bitch ass but for Brook’Lynn’s sake, he sucked that shit up. He whipped through the streets letting the night air seep through his windows and drove to the cemetery hoping that maybe she was there but it came up empty. There was nothing left for him to do after that besides go home and wait, which pissed him off even more.
He barely got any sleep but when he woke up the next day and she still wasn’t there, he was livid. He knew she was going through some shit but at the same time she was taking that shit way too far for him. If he was a different kind of man, he would’ve broken her fucking neck for playing with him. He had to get his shit together so he could call around to different hotels, jails, and everywhere else to see if she was in some trouble or taking a break from everybody.
Wham!
The hard fist connected with her jaw causing her to hold her face and whimper. She couldn’t yell if she wanted to since her lips were swollen shut and her voice was gone from already yelling out in pain over the past couple of days. She slowly felt herself slipping away. The place that she was locked in was a place she didn’t recognize, and she was heartbroken, feeling like nobody was looking for her. Rasta was an evil man, as evil as they came and she hated him with everything in her, if she could’ve, she would’ve fucked his ass up herself.
She scooted herself back into the corner of the small simple room with nothing besides a mattress on the floor hoping that the nigga standing in front of her didn’t hit her again. She was both mentally and physically drained, not to mention, she was still bleeding from giving birth and her pores were still open. Her body hurt so bad that she prayed constantly for the lord to just take her right up out of there and go be with him.
“Bitch when I come in here for sex, you don’t deny me ho…the fuck is wrong with you.” The nigga spit on her and unbuckled his pants. He was one of Rasta’s workers and Rasta allowed him to have his way with her and use her for his own personal little sex slave since he was infatuated with her beauty since the night he snatched her ass up for Rasta. Brook’Lynn learned that same night that Rasta was the one who set that shit up since he was bold enough to actually come and tell her himself while promising her that she’d never see his son or her family again.
Brook’Lynn wanted to vomit but there was nothing she could do; she wasn’t even in a position to fight back. She was naked wearing only a bra. She was allowed to take a shower once a day and she was fed three times a day, other than that she was given personal hygiene supplies that she needed and left alone until the nigga, who’s name she still didn’t know decided that he wanted some pussy. Instead of fighting him, she stood up and removed the lite tampon from her vagina and flushed it down the toilet before walking her way to the bed. She’d survived all kinds of shit, and she was positive that she could fight through this too. She was normally a fighter, but she wasn’t in a position to fight this shit.
With tears in her eyes, she lay flat on the bed and spread her legs open, dripping blood and all the nasty nigga in front of her didn’t give one fuck. Crazy thing about it was, if he wasn’t so fucking evil, he could’ve been fine as fuck. He put on condom on and crawled in between her legs. “You bet not say shit either, I been the one feeding you and shit, if it wasn’t for me, you’d starve.” He reminded her and again, she didn’t say shit. She tried to control her breathing when he entered her as she ignored the pain in her abdomen, praying that the shit was over quick.
“Damn you got some good ass pussy.” He whispered in her ear as he stroked her. “All you gotta do is forget about that niggaand let me take care of you, if you stop being so difficult this shit may work out for you.”
Brook’Lynn wanted to throw up all over his ass, never in a million years would she have ever thought she’d be going through something like what she was experiencing at the time. She would never leave her nigga for a clown ass nigga like the one on top of her. She closed her eyes and waited until the shit was over and in less than five minutes tops, he was done, and she was bent over in pain.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Rasta beat on the door, before opening it staring at them in a compromising situation. “Show over…get out.” He told the dude.
He pulled the bloody condom off of his dick and went to flush it down the toilet. When he was finished, he looked at Brook’Lynn one last time and walked out leaving her with Rasta. Brook’Lynn pulled the sheet up over her naked body trying to hide what she could. No matter what she was feeling, she wouldn’t let Rasta see her shed not one fucking tear. He was trying to break her down and prove a point. He was pissed because his secret was out and he felt like it was all because of her. She needed to know her fucking place; he didn’t give a fuck about her being Brody’s daughter either.
He leaned up against the wall and pulled his dreads out of his face. “You know it didn’t have to come to this right?” he asked with a straight face. “Perfect wouldn’t want that pussy anymore anyway after these young niggas get done running through it, you should’ve minded your fucking business.”
She managed to open her mouth and mumbled, “Fuck you,” in a whisper. Her heart was hurting, a pain she’d never felt before but she wasn’t going to bow down to him. He’d been letting them niggas beat her ass for how ever many days she’d been there.
“I see you still don’t learn do you? I’m God around this muthafucka, don’t nobody disrespect me, not even my own kids, and trust me those niggas got their day coming as soon as I get you out the way.”
On the inside, she was screaming but her outer body wouldn’t express what it was she was really feeling. “Just kill me already.” She said in a horsed voice.
