Page 57 of Ghetto Heartstrings
Rasta was really getting a kick out of the shit he was putting her through, “Nah, that’s’ too easy. You gotta suffer just like the bitches who had you fucking spoiled ass kids.” He flicked the brighter light on so he can get closer and examine her face; she was fucked up and he was satisfied. “Go wash up, I’ll wait.”
She slowly stood up and was glad to get the blood from in between her legs, she took slow steps to the bathroom not even giving a fuck that he was standing there watching, she just needed to feel some hot water and quick before she passed out. She quickly showered and got out, but this time when she got out, a lady she’d never seen before was standing there waiting for her, she’d already remade the bed with fresh sheets, and she sat some clean clothes in the chair for Brook’Lynn to slip into. The woman looked to be in her late forties, Brook’Lynn wasn’t sure, but she was beautiful. She had a golden complexion with honey brown dreads; very long dreads and she looked like she lived a hard life. Her body frame was small but behind her eyes, Brook’Lynn saw strength.
She took slow steps to toward the woman and thanked her, “Thank you.” She mumbled.
The woman smiled and as Brook’Lynn got closer she could see that the woman looked like one who probably dealt with some kind of abuse, she was covered in old scars. “You look so pale.” The woman scrunched her face looking concerned. She used her tiny hand to feel on Brook’Lynn’s pale skin. “You feel hot.” She told her. “I’ll be back.”
Brook’Lynn watched her run out of there feeling something familiar about her, like there was a strange connection that she couldn’t put her finger on. She should’ve been scared and shouldn’t have trusted nobody that nigga sent over her way, but she wasn’t afraid of that woman though. Brook’Lynn took a seat in the chair waiting for her to come back as she wrapped both her arms around her body hugging herself. She thought about Perfect and knew that he was worried sick about her, but the way Rasta explained how that shit went down, she felt like maybe he wasn’t even looking for her. It looked more so like she left on her own to clear her mind and that wasn’t the case at all. Even if this was the end of the road for her, she’d die still loving the man who showed her nothing but love.
The woman came back but this time she had a bucket full of medicine, some hot tea, and a brush. She slowly walked over to Brook’Lynn and sat everything down next to her. “I won’t hurt you.” She told her.
Brook’Lynn slowly nod her head, “what’s your name?” Brook’Lynn managed to get out.
“Shelly.” She told her.
“Is he gone?” Brook’Lynn asked.
“No…don’t say to much.” Shelly leaned down whispering in her ear.
That made Brook’Lynn’s heart rate picked up.
“I know what you’re wondering.” Shelly told her as she gently brushed Brook’Lynn’s hair up in a ponytail for her. When she was finished, she popped two pills and placed them in Brook’Lynn’s hand. “This is for pain and fever, drink it with this ginger tea.” She told her.
Brook’Lynn did as she was told while Shelly looked on with tears in her eyes that she quickly pushed back. “Lord, what did you do to make him so angry?” she asked.
Brook’Lynn couldn’t even believe that she was asking that kind of question, in her eyes, it didn’t matter what the fuck she could’ve done, that never justified a man doing what he was doing to her, that was some weak ass, punk ass shit. “I didn’t do shit.”
“What’s your name?” Shelly asked.
“My name is Brook’Lynn.” She told her.
All of a sudden, Shelly looked as though the wind had been knocked from her body, but she still didn’t say anything. Brook’Lynn wondered what the fuck that was all about.
“Well, I’m not on his side.” Shelly whispered, “You don’t have to be afraid of me. I gained his trust he doesn’t expect me to be talking to you so please…just try to hang on.” She forced a smile and helped the poor girl up. “Are you hungry?” she asked.
Brook’Lynn shook her head and made her way to the bed. She didn’t even want to elaborate on what the woman was saying because she didn’t want to put her hopes into that shit at all. “Get some rest.” She told her. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Wait…please.” Brook’Lynn begged with her eyes, “just tell me, where are we?” she asked.
A sadness came over the woman as she told the truth, “Honey, I wish I knew.” She said before hitting the light switch leaving Brook’Lynn in the dark. The room didn’t even have a window and every night before bed; the deadbolt was locked from the outside and she couldn’t get out. The only thing left for her to do was allow the meds to kick in as she went to sleep shivering with Perfect on her mind.
Perfect held the phone to his ear and gripped that shit tight as he paced back and forth. “So, nobody don’t know where the fuck my girl at? All the connections ya’ll niggas got! She yo muthafuckin’ daughter nigga!” He snapped on Brody.
“Damn right she my fuckin’ daughter lil young ass nigga and you better remember that! I’m looking for her just like you! She could be floating in a fucking river some where for all I know and you calling me like I’m a fucking suspect! I don’t give a fuck you about you, but I love my muthafuckin daughter.” Brody checked Perfect.
Perfect couldn’t believe how bold these queers were talking with all that gangster shit, he thought about what the streets would do had they known about it.
“Look, I’m about to catch a flight back in from Atlanta right now and I’m on top of it. I still just think she needed a break from all you muthafuckas.” He suggested.
Perfect hung up in his face and threw the fucking phone, obviously Brody didn’t know his fucking daughter cause she wouldn’t even do no shit like that. Then he thought about it, this was the same girl who was robbing niggas, some shit he thought she’d never do.
“Lord, I pray this girl ain’t on no dumb shit.” He said out loud talking to himself. He couldn’t even focus at this point. He wished that he could call blame somebody, he felt in his heart something was wrong. He was gonna get to the bottom of the shit and asap. He picked up the phone and called the only other man he could talk to.
“What up Unc?” He asked Maine. “How the West Coast treating you?”
“Can’t complain at all, sun, bitches, and I’m all smiles. What’s up though, sound like something on ya mind.” He sat up in his beach chair.
“I can’t find Brook’Lynn Unc. Some weird ass shit is goin’ on like she just up and left and she wouldn’t do that, I feel it. She ain’t took no clothes or her car. All that’s missing is her phone, her keys, and her purse.” He let out a deep sigh. “Like where the fuck is she at man?”
