Page 62 of Ghetto Heartstrings
“Who is this for?” she asked.
“Yo ass for coming out here with me…missing work from your own job.”
Kema could tell it was a couple of thousands, “Well damn bitch, he giving you stacks by the pound?”
“Yep, I’m about to take out what I need and put the rest in the bank, after that lets go sign on this apartment, go get a drink and get ready for this early morning flight.” She told her. She knew she didn’t plan on seeing Snake before she left but he would get over it. She was ready to see if Brook’Lynn was ready to get her mind right, plus…she wanted to see the love of her life, even if he didn’t want to see her.
“Just kill me already…whywon’t he just kill me already?” She cried in a whisper rambling over and over. Mentally, she was in a different place and the only thing that gave her some kind of strength was thinking about how strong she had to be for Perfect. She knew that if he knew she was giving up, he would be pissed with her, that’s never how he taught her to be.
The door to the room swung open causing her to hop up, but today, she was going to fight. Shelly managed to sneak her a box cutter to protect herself. Brook’Lynn was so used to the routine by now that she knew her abuser was coming and he would leave right after he finished, that’s when Rasta would send Shelly in, it had been two more of the longest days of her life since the last time her and Shelly actually talked but she was tired now, if she had to die, she was gonna die trying to get the fuck away from the hell hole they had her in.
“The fuck you in here crying for?” The dude asked. “You should be used to this shit by now. You should thank me cause the niggas was gonna have all kinds of dick runnin’ up in yo ass, but I wasn’t havin’ that shit, I’m not sharin’ no pussy.” He said standing over her.
Brook’Lynn was convinced, he was beyond crazy. She sucked up her tears and refused to move from where she was knowing that she was probably about to take an ass whooping for not assuming the position on the mattress like she should’ve been.
“So you just gon’ stand there?” He asked, pulling the belt from his pants. “I’m tellin’ you, if you don’t move now you gon’ make me do some shit I really don’t want to do.
Brook’Lynn took a deep breath and closed her eyes, “Do it then.”
Whap! Whap! Whap!
The buckle of the belt connected with her skin catching her collar bone, her face, and wrist. She screamed out in blood hurdling pain. “Ahhhhh!” She grabbed her face realizing there was blood on her hand. She gripped the box cutter that she managed to hide in her other hand and prepared to use it; she didn’t have a choice if she wanted to make it out. He got close up on her ready to grab her by the neck and sling her on the bed. Brook’Lynn zoomed in on the main vein popping out of his neck and with all the strength she had, she went at it slicing it with the cutter immediately causing him to gag off of his own blood as it shot from his neck like a faucet. Using her advantage, she slashed his face this time, followed up by a kick to the dick with her bare foot.
She didn’t know where the strength came from, all she knew was she wanted to live. She watched in horror as his eyes rolled in the back of his head as he fought hard to catch his breath, knocking the nightstand and lamp over causing a crashing sound. Before she could make a move, Rasta was at the door andwhen he realized what happened he pulled out his gun ready to blow her brains out; she knew she couldn’t fight against a gun. She balled up in the corner and closed her eyes as tight as she could.
Pow!
She felt the burning sensation rip through her shoulder blade. “Noooo!” She grabbed it falling to the ground knowing that this was it for her so when she heard the next shot, she knew she was out of there, that was it… but why the fuck was she still breathing? She thought, still laid out on the cold floor. She slowly opened her eyes and discovered her vision was blurred but not enough to stop her from seeing Shelly standing in the doorway with a gun in her hand and tears in her eyes. Brook’Lynn’s eyes scanned the room, but she wanted to hurl when she saw Rasta laid out in his own pool of blood leaking from his head with his dead eyes staring at her.
She looked back at Shelly one more time who now had the gun pointed at her own head. “I’m sorry this happened to you Brook’Lynn…I really am.” Her lips shook when she spoke. “My life was over years ago and I’ll never be the same. Tell my sons I love them, and I never just left them, ever.”
Brook’Lynn felt herself passing out. “You do…do…don’t have to do…do…this…p-p-p please.” Brook’Lynn tried to beg her not to take her own life.
Without blinking twice, she shot and killed herself right in front of Brook’Lynn as her frail body hit the floor. Brook’Lynn didn’t have it in her to try to crawl over to her…the most she could’ve done was grabbed Rasta’s phone from his pocket and called the only person she trusted to come save her before it was too late, she managed to grab the phone and go to his number, only she didn’t have a clue to where she was. Leaving her with no other choice, she had to slowly crawl her way through theunfamiliar house until she reached the front door that led out to the porch where she passed out hoping that someone found her.
Perfect sat at his dining room table looking at the same fucking burger that had been sitting there for the last hour since he couldn’t even find the strength to eat the shit, he was beyond disgusted, it was the fifth day since Brook’Lynn just so happened got missing. C2 was staying at the house with him trying to keep him settled in the head but he knew it was only a matter of time before he lost it.
“Perfect!” C2 called his name for the second time snapping him out of his trance.
He immediately snapped. “Man, what the fuck is you yellin’ for? I’m right here.”
“You gon’ answer your phone or what man?”
Perfect didn’t even know the shit was ringing but when he did answer it, he was in for some shit he wasn’t expecting. “Yeah, this is me. What hospital is this? Memorial Regional? Wait who you calling on the behalf of?” he asked; his heart dropped in the pit of his stomach.
“Man, what up, what happened?” C2 asked already grabbing his keys and guns.
“I’m on my way!” He hung up immediately trying not to think the worst. “Man, they got Brook’Lynn! They got her! We gotta go.” He grabbed his shit. “Man, lord please let this girl be aiight…please!” He said on his way out the door.
“Give me the keys.” C2 ordered his brother, knowing he wasn’t in a position to drive.
Perfect tossed him the keys, “thanks bro.”
On the way to Broward, C2 called Kema knowing that this was some shit they would want to know, although they weren’t together, if he didn’t tell her he knew he wouldn’t hear the end of it.
“Yeah C2?” She answered.
“Baby…” he said catching himself. “Kema, meet us at Memorial regional on the south side, they found Brook’Lynn.”
