Page 2 of Ghetto Heartstrings

“The lights… Perfect, slow down! Damn, I knew some bullshit was bound to happen to fuck this whole night up!” Brook’Lynn fussed, trying desperately not to show how paranoid she really was. Brook’Lynn knew she had to be Perfect’s rider, just like any other time.

Perfect’s strong hand gripped the steering wheel, as he thought about the unregistered gun and the quarter sized bag of crack that was finely wrapped in saran wrap that he had in the glove compartment.

He was supposed to give it to his crew to test the shit out while at Brook’Lynn’s party, but he’d gotten so caught up with making sure his girl was having a good time, he completely forgot.

“Brook,” he said, easing to the side of the road to pull over for the police officer that refused to let up on those bright ass lights.

“I’m a convicted felon baby; I’m not even supposed to have no fucking guns.

” He frowned as sweat perspired down his face and onto his red, padded Ferrari jacket.

Brook’Lynn’s perfect breasts could be seen moving steady…

up and down… down and up, as she tried to control her nervousness and think fast. She knew that Perfect would never ask her to do any bullshit, but she also knew she had to do what she had to do.

Thinking fast, she opened the glove department, pulling the gun out and shoving it in her bag.

Next, she grabbed the small bag of crack and closed her eyes before placing it to her mouth.

“Brook! The fuck is you doing?!” Perfect grabbed her by the wrist, stopping her from doing what she was about to do.

“Man, fuck that bag, don’t you do that shit ma.

That shit ain’t for you,” he snapped, causing her to open her eyes, looking at him like he was crazy.

Even still, he could still see the fear hidden in her eyes.

She snatched her wrist away from him while peeping that the officer had just gotten out of the car.

“Don’t touch me, Perfect! Fuck outta here man.

I’m doing the same shit for you that you’d do for me.

You aren’t in a position to get caught with shit on you, no more strikes,” she hissed, checking his ass real quick.

That’s what Perfect loved the most about her; she wasn’t afraid of him, nor was she submissive, and she always spoke her mind.

It only took him a second to think about what she was saying before he allowed her to toss the bag to the back of her throat and swallow hard with tears in her eyes.

He could tell that shit kind of hurt, and he felt like shit.

The tapping on his window caused him to focus on who was standing on the side of him.

As he slowly rolled down the window, the tall husky officer asked him for his license and registration.

Perfect leaned over to the now cleared glove compartment and got what he was looking for.

“License, please,” the white officer said again, causing Perfect to get a little irritated.

“It’s right here officer,” he said, trying to pass it to him.

“Not you…” the officer replied, clearing his throat. “Her.” He pointed to Brook’Lynn, who was trying her hardest not to vomit all over her brand-new dress, or even worse. All she could think about was the crack accidently being leaked in her blood stream if that saran wrap didn’t hold good.

Oh God , she thought to herself as she dug in her bag, carefully disguising the gun’s visibility. She thanked God it wasn’t hard to locate, as she gave the officer a phony smile and leaned over to hand him her I.D.

He grabbed everything he needed and walked away without them even knowing what the fuck they got pulled over for.

Perfect didn’t even want to look at Brook’Lynn.

His thoughts were all over the place, and if he ever questioned her love and loyalty for him any other time, tonight, all his doubts had been answered; he knew she was the one he was going to marry.

They both remained cool without saying another word, until he came back with the I.D. ’s and a speeding ticket.

The officer stood back and barely leaned down when he asked. “Do you mind if I search this vehicle, sir?”

This was some bullshit to Perfect, but one thing he didn’t fuck with was no punk ass cops.

He saw first-hand how fucked up they could be, and tonight wasn’t his night to get a taste of that shit.

“I mean, you can if you want, but I rather you not, besides… it ain’t nothing in it anyway,” he answered as calm as he knew how to be.

The officer wasn’t trying to hear that shit, and Perfect knew he’d better just shut the fuck up because chances were, he was asking to search it since the car reeked of weed.

Slowly, they both excited the vehicle and allowed him to do what he needed to do.

Perfect knew that he wouldn’t find shit in the car.

Now, if he started fucking with Brook’Lynn to check her shit, then there would’ve been a bigger problem.

He couldn’t let his girl go down; he needed her to sit on the throne in his future and bear his babies, not become a fucking criminal fucking with his ass.

When it was all said and done, he didn’t find shit and they were free to go. Perfect rushed to the nearest gas station and casually walked through it and to the back, where the restroom was free. He had to find a pen in Brook’Lynn’s purse before ordering her to lean over the sink.

Brook’Lynn’s breathing was slow and steady, but she wanted that shit up out of her ASAP, so she followed his directions as she held her long flowing hair back with one hand. “Take it easy Perfect,” she said, closing her eyes.

He gently touched her arm. “I got’chu baby… real quick, open wide.”

Anxious and nervous, she did what she was told as she felt the sharp pain from the pen swiping the back of her throat, causing her to gag and vomit until the crack came up still intact.

“Ewww! Oh, my God, Perfect, oh my fucking God!” She rinsed her mouth and cupped her hands, filling them with the cold faucet water and splashing it on her face.

Perfect grabbed two napkins and dabbed her face for her. “Look at me,” he said, forcing her to look up in his eyes. “I love you,” he told her.

“I love you too, Perfect, cause ain’t no way I would’ve ever did no shit like that if I didn’t.” She spit in the toilet one last time before grabbing her purse.

“Did you at least have fun tonight at your party?” he asked her, hoping she said yes. Hell, he wasn’t anywhere near rich, but he was on the come up and had spent a nice chunk of change for her to enjoy her party.

She nodded her head and smiled. “I did… and I thank you for everything, baby.”

Wrapping his arm around her waist as they walked out, he confessed his love for her again as well, “I love you too, baby.”

A Week Later

Perfect sat on the hood of his car with a blunt twirling in between his fingers, staring at Brook’Lynn’s fine ass as she walked down the street holding her schoolbooks close to her chest. Her smooth skin was the color of Hershey chocolate; the way her ass sat up in those shorts made a nigga want her even more, with her stank walk and wide hips.

The way her long hair flowed in her high ponytail was icing on the cake.

She kind of reminded him of the rapper Cameron’s girlfriend, JuJu, with her fine ass.

The closer she got, the more he tried to rehearse his speech in his head.

He knew that Brook’Lynn probably wasn’t fully ready for everything he wanted, but she was thorough as shit and was just what he needed.

He felt like the luckiest nigga in the world to have her.

Perfect waited until she got right up on him, signaling for her to come his way.

Parting ways with her friends who were now heading in the opposite direction, she smiled while showing her pearly whites and walked on over to see what was up with her man.

She knew she had no business in his presence, especially on her own block because if her daddy saw him, he’d freak the fuck out, but truth was, she just couldn’t stay away from him.

Although Brook’Lynn was a freshman in college, her daddy still treated her like a child and wanted her nowhere near street niggas.

As long as she was in his house… she was supposed to date respectable young men, and he didn’t consider Perfect as that.

But shit, she’d already been with him for the past three years and she loved him.

What the fuck am I supposed to do? She thought to herself and shrugged as she stood in between his legs, pecking his lips.

“I thought you were picking me up.” She tilted her head to the side as she questioned him, inhaling the scent of his cologne.

Perfect was ‘perfect’ in her eyes. His smooth caramel skin and light brown eyes drove her crazy.

His physique was sickening and the way the sun bounced off his waves made her pussy drip a puddle in the seat of her laced panties.

Damn, he’s fine , she thought to herself as she peeked over her shoulder, looking at her house to make sure her daddy wasn’t walking out.

Perfect grabbed her gently by the chin and forced her to focus back on him; he couldn’t stand her punk ass daddy anyway.

Looking into her eyes, he kissed her before speaking again.

He peeped all the jealous stares and shit because it was no doubt, they were the hood’s Bonnie and Clyde, and while every bitch wanted him, it was a lot of niggas clocking for Brook’Lynn and he was smart enough to know that…

that’s why he wasn’t letting up and didn’t give a fuck who didn’t like it.

He wasn’t giving a nigga the chance to catch what was only meant for him, which brought him back to the reason he was really sitting there waiting on her in the first place.

She took her soft hand and gently wiped the pineapple-flavored lip gloss from his mouth that her kiss left behind. “So, what’s up bae? Talk, why didn’t you come get me?” she asked.