Page 6 of The Hellcat Barbies: Aubree
I sat on the couch and waited for Breezy. She was usually pretty prompt, so I wasn’t shocked when she rang the bell twominutes before the time she’d told me she was going to stop by. When I opened the door, she was standing there with a big smile on her face carrying a cake, balloons, and a card.
“Hey, boo,” she sang, and I reached out to hug her.
“You didn’t have to do all this.”
“Um, yes the hell I did. You went and got yo’ ass shot. The least I can do is come bearing gifts. This is from the Barbies,” she extended the card toward me.
“Thank you, and I’ll be sure to thank everyone individually. I talked to Saskia earlier, and Cressida called me yesterday.” Sitting on the couch with one leg folded underneath my bottom, I used my fingernail to unseal the envelope while she placed the gifts she brought on the coffee table.
The moment I opened the card, crisp blue faces came into view, and I gasped. “Oh my gosh, y’all didn’t have to give me money.” I counted out $500.
“Girl, you know how we coming. How are you feeling though?”
“The pain has definitely improved. I’m a little sore, but the intense throbbing that I had the first few days is gone thank God. I was tired of feeling like a zombie on those strong pain meds. Now, I can manage with Tylenol.”
“You think you gonna feel like coming to the meet up next weekend?”
“Oh yeah, I’ll for sure be ready by then. It’s only been a few days, and I’m tired of being in the house already. Not to mention that I’m pissed I probably won’t be able to play football for a month or more.”
“Bro, how the hell didn’t I know you have a whole twin?”
Rolling my eyes upward, I leaned forward and placed the card and money on the coffee table then sat back with a huff. “Girl, because she’s not worth talking about. I mean it’s sad because that’s my twin. We’re supposed to be best friends bydefault, and I tried. I really tried. When we were growing up, I let a lot of foul ass comments and actions go because she is my twin. But we were very much adults when she pretended to be me and tried to trick my dude into sleeping with her.”
Breezy’s eyes bucked out of her head. “You’re lying.”
“Nope. I literally walked up on them at a party. I heard everything. He was dead ass confused thinking he was drunk and tripping. He was saying, nah, this not Aubree. I know Aubree. Y’all trying to get a nigga. He thought we both tried to trick him as a joke. That bitch literally grabbed his dick and was like how you going to tell me who I am? You don’t know your own bitch? That was the problem. He knew me for real, and he knew I didn’t act like that.”
“That’s grimy as hell,” Breezy declared with a frown. “Twin or not, I wouldn’t deal with her either. Like she really used the fact that you two are identical to try and deceive your man and betray you in the worst possible way. Shorty sounds like a loser. Is it awkward at family functions?”
“Not really because she doesn’t come around like that. Autumn and I were raised the exact same but for some reason, she’s entitled as hell, selfish, and moody. She doesn’t come around a lot, and I think most of the family prefers it that way. Maybe she got dropped on her head a few times as a baby or something. One of our cousins got pregnant when she was fourteen. Her son is seventeen now, and his father has never done anything for him. Our cousin found out last year that Autumn was sleeping with him and they fought after our uncle’s funeral,” I chuckled while shaking my head.
“Oh my God your sister sounds like someone I’m glad I never met. Damn.”
“You damn sure aren’t missing anything but drama by not knowing her.”
We changed the subject. By the time she left, I was tired. Despite the fact that I couldn’t stop yawning, I cleaned up a bit. I only made it through two rooms before my arm began to ache. Even though I’d been inside all day, I still refused to turn in for the night without taking a shower. Once I was clean and had on a fresh set of pajamas, I took some pain medication, grabbed a snack, and climbed into bed.
When my phone screen lit up, I looked over at it, and my heart rate increased. Seeing that there was an attachment from my aunt, I knew it could only be one thing. My mouth went dry as I unlocked the phone and opened the message. Sure enough, there was a picture of a gorgeous, brown skinned, red haired, little girl with a smile that had to have sunshine in it because it was just that bright. Staring at the picture and remembering Brasi sitting on my couch earlier that day made my chest tighten as my eyes filled with tears. I had fucked up royally, and I doubted I’d be able to fix it.
A few days later, I pulled up at the racetrack and drove around the huge parking area until I found The Hellcat Barbies. Thirteen cars were lined up along side one another, and the owners of the cars stood around laughing and joking. Never did I imagine that I’d be a part of a car club, but after I got my car and found out there was an all female car club for women with Hellcats, I wanted in for sure. Joining the club had been the best thing that I’d ever done. Not only was it a cool hobby, but the women in the club were cool as hell. There were some of us that were closer than others, but we all got along, and we didn’t do that mean girl shit.
Just the month before, one of the members told us that she was going to be leaving the club because she fell on hard times and was going to lose her car. Breezy organized a fund raiser, and we were able to raise enough money for her to not only catch up on the two car payments she’d missed, but she also had enough left for her next three car payments. Keeping her car enabled her to do some deliveries and ride share jobs on the side when she wasn’t at her nine to five, and she was slowly getting back on her feet. The Hellcat Barbies were a sisterhood. We looked out for one another, and we did a lot of good in the community. We were teaming up with an all black female golf club for Christmas to sponsor as many families as we could. Being apart of something like that meant the world to me.
Especially since some days I walked around with the weight of the world on my shoulders feeling guilty about some of the things I’d done after Brasi broke my heart and got sentenced to six years. Maybe I felt that by being a blessing to others, I could somehow erase the fuck shit that I’d taken part in. I parked next to Zora’s green Hellcat and emerged from the car.
“Aubree,” a few of the members squealed and rushed over to hug me. I chuckled as I hugged them back knowing people were probably looking at us like we were crazy.
“Who’s kicking ass today?” I asked after the pleasantries were exchanged.
Being a Hellcat Barbie was about more than driving fast. Some of the members chose not to partake in races at the track or the street races. They just liked meeting up, hanging out, and being a part of something. I had participated in a few street races, but I kept those few and far between because street racing was illegal, and I didn’t need the trouble. However, at the track damn near anyone with a driver’s license, a car in good condition, a helmet, and money to pay the entry fee could race.I had participated in two street races and four races at the track. Out of the six races, I won five.
“Storm and Lauren are racing today.”
With a bob of my head, I scanned the area. The track was deep per usual. The Barbies were the only female car club in the area, so of course, we mostly raced men. There were other women that raced of course. They just came out on their own and weren’t apart of a club. There was also a Mustang car club in the area that had a few women in it, but it was mostly made up of men. I couldn’t even front. The one race I lost was up against a Mustang. That muhfucker was fast and powerful, but I was just a girl that saw a dope purple car and fell in love with it. I didn’t buy my car for the sole purpose of racing it.
Bile rose in my throat when I spotted Cook and Brasi. Now that he was home, it appeared that seeing him unexpectedly was going to be the norm for me. I hated that for myself. Despite the way that Brasi pushed me away and hurt my feelings, I was happy that he was home. He looked good. Real good. His muscular physique made my mouth water. Brasi had put on a good thirty pounds of muscle while he was incarcerated and that added to his sex appeal for sure. He smiled at something that Cook said, and my knees buckled. Closing my eyes briefly, I willed myself to get it together.
I could be described as a lot of things but pathetic had never been one of them. Before he went away, I knew Brasi loved me, but he made it clear he didn’t want me to wait for him. He also went to extreme lengths to make sure I got the hint. All those things were tucked into my brain yet, there I was drooling over him and wishing like hell, I could wrap my legs around his waist while he gave me six years’ worth of missed dick.
