Page 14 of Ghetto Heartstrings

Ruth nodded her head and grabbed a plate from the cabinet, loading it with the homemade lasagna that she had sitting on the stove as well. After fixing a hefty plate, she wrapped it in foil, placed it in a plastic bag, and tied it up before sitting it on the table in front of Brook’Lynn.

Brook’Lynn eyed the bag, “Thanks.”

“So, what took you so long to get over here and see me, child?”

Brook’Lynn humped her shoulders a little; she really didn’t have a legitimate answer. “Just life and school I guess, but I’m all finished now. I’m officially a nurse.”

Ruth threw her arms up, like she was a champion that had just won something. Clasping her hands together, she told her. “Yessss! God is good… congrats to you, my chocolate baby.”

Brook’Lynn couldn’t help but to chuckle. “Thanks auntie.”

“So, how is everything with Perfect? He ain’t came to see me either.” She frowned.

“He’s okay. He’s out of town right now, but I know he’ll come see you soon.”

“He better…” She stood back up to ice her cake. “Who’d you have breakfast with, by yourself?”

“No… my daddy.”

Aunt Ruth’s whole demeanor changed. “Humph, he’s in town?”

“Yep.” Brook’Lynn nodded her head.

“I love my nephew, but I don’t know what’s wrong with that man,” she said.

Brook’Lynn laughed. “Me either, and he wants me to leave Perfect. In his words, that’s not the nigga I should be with.”

Aunt Ruth turned around and frowned. “Well, who should he be a man like, him? He better just hush that shit right on up, I won’t have it! He doesn’t even know how to be a man properly.”

Aunt Ruth always said that kind of shit, but Brook’Lynn never understood why, and she never wanted to ask.

“He don’t want to get me to talking!” She shook her head violently. “It just ain’t right!”

“What ain’t right?” Brook’Lynn asked.

Aunt Ruth let out a deep sigh and calmed down. “His secrets baby, that’s why he don’t come see me.”

It was killing Brook’Lynn. “What secrets?” she asked suspiciously.

Aunt Ruth finished icing the cake and cut off a big chunk, putting it into a carryout tray. “Here, take this too and don’t eat it too fast, less you’ll end up having all these big hips and thighs like me, child… you know they say thick thighs saves lives.”

Brook’Lynn chuckled, but she still was curious. “Aunt Ruth, did my daddy have other kids?”

The way Aunt Ruth swallowed that huge lump in her throat couldn’t go unnoticed.

She shifted her eyes away from Brook’Lynn and started wiping the table down while yawning.

“I’m sho’ll tired Brook’Lynn… make sure you come see me often.

Hell, it gets lonely up here,” she said.

“You know you’ve always been my chocolate drop. ”

Brook’Lynn knew that was her cue to leave so, without forcing anything out of her, she got up and hugged her aunt before grabbing her bags and leaving. “I’ll call you, I promise!” She waved before she sat in the car with all kinds of shit on her mind.

Brook’Lynn ended up at Kema and C2’s house that night, since being home was getting too fucking lonely.

“So, when ya’ll making the move?” she asked.

Deep down inside, she wanted out of the shit already, since her nerves were getting the best of her, but she was already in.

She wasn’t a punk bitch, and she couldn’t let her girls down.

Kema released a thick cloud of smoke from her mouth, already higher than a muthafucka. “Tomorrow, and why the fuck you so shook? You been acting weird since you got here.”

Shifting her position on the couch, now sitting Indian-style, she told her what was on her mind. “My aunt said some shit that had me shook earlier, but besides that, Perfect ain’t fucking called me back yet. I don’t even know what to think bitch, like I just don’t know what the fuck.”

“I haven’t heard from C2 either and neither has Yaya spoke to Boom. Shit, maybe they were told not to contact nobody over here for a while.” Kema shrugged.

Brook’Lynn sat in silence in her own thoughts.

“I got an idea,” Kema said, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“What?”

“Let’s go out… bitch, we too young to be sitting in the house worried about niggas.

It’s a big ass party tonight in CoCo’s, bitch.

I can go dance and you can watch. Just cause you started your career don’t mean you have to turn into a lame, shit…

be professional around them muthafuckas that don’t know you…

but when you with the girls, hell, we already know the real you. ” She winked at her.

Brook’Lynn hadn’t been out in a while, but she didn’t have to tell her twice; it wasn’t a bad idea. “I’m bout to see if Yaya wanna roll.”

“Yeah, call her; she should be back by now.”

“Where she went?”

“Shit, Bugg needed a ride to the airport. She’s going out of town,” Kema said, standing up. “I’ma get dressed, then follow you to yo house so you can do the same.”

The minute she walked in Coco’s, she wished she would’ve stayed the fuck home.

All the niggas who was any nigga was in the spot.

Even some new faces who didn’t know who she was tried their luck, all up in her personal space.

In the course of one hour, she couldn’t even count how many niggas she told to get the fuck on.

Kema left her to go do her own thing, so she sat in the VIP section with her bottle all alone, bopping to the sounds of Remy Ma’s song, ‘Shether’, dissing the shit out of Nicki Minaj.

That shit had the whole city and social media buzzing like crazy.

She decided to pull out her phone and snap a couple of pics for the Gram, since she hadn’t been on there lately. She took a cute little selfie and captioned it: Night Life… missing my better half and then posted it.

Yaya walked up on her out of nowhere. “Let me get in this picture…” She squeezed next to her.

Brook’Lynn scooted over, but she almost didn’t even recognize Marley when she sat on the other side of her.

Gone were those big ass glasses and, instead, she wore grey contacts.

Gone was every bit of clothing that covered her body.

Instead, she wore a red freak’em dress and showed all the curves on her tiny frame.

“I almost didn’t recognize you,” Brook’Lynn told her. She hit Yaya on the arm. “What the fuck did you do to her?”

Yaya took the bottle to her head. “Got that ass in formation, won’t be following me around looking like a bird.”

In no time, more niggas were flocking over, but when a nigga named Wise walked over, Brook’Lynn didn’t make him scat…

she actually liked Wise. They had a couple of years under their belt.

“What’s up Wise?” she greeted him with a hug and frowned.

“Look at yo hair, why the fuck is it so unruly?” she asked.

He normally wore his thick hair in neat cornrows, but instead, that shit was all over the place.

His skin was the same complexion of hers with the same long lashes.

Wise had plenty bitches under his belt cause he was definitely that nigga .

“Mannnn, the bitch who normally get me right done fucked around and stood me up.”

Brook’Lynn laughed, “You fucked her, didn’t you?”

“Real niggas don’t lie on they dick, but they don’t expose a bitch either, if you know what I mean,” he said. “Anyway, you gon’ hook a nigga up?”

“When?” she asked.

“Shit, like yesterday.”

“Come see me in the morning, I got you. As long as you bring me-”

He cut her off. “I already know, egg white delight without the ham and a caramel frappé.”

“Aiight,” she cheesed.

“Tell my nigga, Perfect, I said what’s good when you holla at him,” he told her before walking off.

“Oh, my God! Who was that?” Marley’s green ass asked. “He was the man of life!” she said in a daze.

“Too much man for you,” Brook’Lynn told her. She didn’t know how to deal with this new Marley. She liked her old friend better, who was always herself and not trying to be like anybody else.

They left the club that night then went their separate ways. Kema left with some nigga and Brook’Lynn acted like she didn’t even see it. Yaya was headed to do her own thing, and Brook’Lynn didn’t even want to know. Marley’s drunken ass was left to roll with her and stayed at her house.

It took all Brook’Lynn’s energy to try and help Marley inside. “Thank you soooo muchhh, my boo boo,” Marley slurred, as Brook’Lynn laid her on the bed in the guest room.

Brook’Lynn giggled before turning the lights out, walking out.

After she showered, she went to get in her own bed, just to see that Marley had made her way in there and was balled up under her covers.

“Awe hell.” She threw her arms up. She had every intention on waking her up and sending her right back, but since she looked so peaceful, she left her alone.

The morning came quickly and Brook’Lynn was pissed when Wise called waking her from her sleep. “Open the door Kidd.”

“It’s too early,” she mumbled.

“What? It’s 10 o’clock… come on.”

She hopped up and threw the covers off as her stomach became uneasy. “Marley! Go open the door!” She shook her up before hauling ass to her bathroom toilet, making it just in time as the vomit came from the pit of her stomach.

Argggghhh!

She remained there for the next five minutes, trying to regroup before finally looking up into Marley’s face; she was standing in the doorway with a sheet wrapped around her body. “What’s wrong with you?” She frowned.

Brook’Lynn slowly stood up and made her way to the sink, filling both her hands with water, swishing it around in her mouth and spitting it out. “I don’t know, probably drank too much.” She shrugged. “Don’t you have to work today?”

“No,” Marley told her. “We have the same schedule for now, remember? And why did you have me to go out there and open the door for that guy? How embarrassing, I look a mess,” she squealed in her squeaky voice.

“My bad,” Brook’Lynn whispered. “That was kind of fucked up, but I wasn’t thinking about it.”