Page 43 of Ghetto Heartstrings

“Just kill me already…why won’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 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.

“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.

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 and when 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 the unfamiliar 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.”

She immediately started crying, “Wait…what? What happened?”

“I don’t know yet, but just come, get ya girls and come on.” He told her.

“Bitch what happened?” Yaya asked in the background, they’d only been back in Miami for a day and already some shit was popping off.

“It’s Brook’Lynn they got her at the hospital.”

“Oh no.” Yaya gasped.

“Ya’ll just come on.” C2 said hanging up hitting all the back streets to get them there faster. He burned rubber pulling up to the front entrance. They both hopped out and C2 tossed the keys to valet, “Sorry man, we got an emergency, I need a ticket.”

He gave him the ticket being very understanding and went to park the car right away.

C2 and Perfect made their way to the security desk where Perfect gave them Brook’Lynn’s first and last name.

When they found out what floor she was on, they rushed up there ready to shove and push anybody who was in the fucking way.

It fucked C2 up to see the hurt in his brother’s eyes.

When they reached her floor, it was quiet as hell, almost like death and Perfect couldn’t take it how the hospitals always made him feel sick to his stomach.

“Excuse me.” The little nurse stopped them before they went inside, she looked at his visitors’ badge.

“Hi, I called you, thanks for getting here. We didn’t know who else to call but your name was already in the system under any emergency contact she’s ever used, and she has you authorized on all of her HIPAA paperwork. ”

“Thanks.” He told her. “Is there anything I should know before I get in there?” He asked her.

She had a sympathetic look in her eyes, but she was only doing her job, “Well let me say this first, she was shot but it isn’t life threatening…”

His eyes lit up, “Man what?!” He didn’t even let her finish, he opened the room door with the nurse right on his heels, C2 couldn’t even bare going in after he heard that shit, since they were kids, he really couldn’t take seeing his brother hurt, that shit fucked with him.

The minute he walked in the room, he regretted it, he turned to the nurse with fury in his eyes, “Who the fuck is that?” He asked her.

“That ain’t my girl in that bed ma.” The girl he was looking at was indeed Brook’Lynn, but he couldn’t wrap her appearance around his head.

Brook’Lynn’s pretty black skin was pale and ashy looking, she was beat the fuck up and her face was lumpy.

There was a bandage on her cheek, her lips were semi swollen, and her arm was wrapped.

There were fresh bruises and whips on her arms. He ran to the toilet and vomited he couldn’t hold that shit in anymore.

“Sir, are you okay?” the nurse asked on the other side of the door. “I was trying to explain to you what you needed to expect when you walked in here.”

He continued to spit in the toilet before he wiped his mouth and walked out now speaking in a whisper, “What happened to her?” He asked, a little calmer.

“She was beaten badly and had been getting beat for the past couple of days. Her arm is bandaged because she was shot in her shoulder but she’s very strong, she’s one of our lucky ones,” she said.

“Don’t shit look lucky about what I just saw.”

She nodded her head, “I understand why you feel that way sir. Now, she’s heavily sedated right now and she needs rest. There’s something else I need to tell you.”

“I can’t take no more ma’am.” He told her.

“This is something you need to know.” She placed her hand on his arm, “She was raped multiple times, and it appears she recently gave birth, because of this she was still open, and she got a very bad infection since she wasn’t being taken care of properly.”

“Naw man…don’t tell me that…don’t tell me that shit.” He broke down feeling his knees got weak, he had to sit in the chair and try to fight back the tears.

C2 built up enough guts to walk in and when he looked at Brook’Lynn and saw the condition of his brother, he wanted to break but his heart did it for him.

he knew he had to be strong cause this shit was fucked up foreal.

“I got him.” C2 told the nurse; he walked up to his brother and leaned down so he could wrap his arms around him.

Perfect needed a hug, he needed to feel some love.