Page 6 of The Hellcat Barbies: Aubree

AUbrEE

Three hours after Nice and Brasi left the house, I was in bed on my side staring at the wall.

My nerves were shot. My anxiety was on a hundred, and I didn’t even know why.

It had been a long time since Brasi not only embarrassed me on the strip, but since I’d seen his face.

When he walked into my home, I shouldn’t have felt anything.

Instead, I felt a sinking in my gut. I had no clue that Brasi and Nice were friends.

When Brasi and I were dealing with one another, I’d only ever seen him with Ish and Cook.

It shouldn’t matter if he was friends with Nice or not.

With the way we parted ways, he should literally be dead to me.

But he wasn’t. Fine ass Brasi was alive and well, and he looked so damn good.

I’d never seen a black Ginger until I laid my eyes on him.

He literally took my breath away. I’d never forget the first time we met officially.

I knew of him, and I’d had a crush on him from the first time I ever saw him, but Brasi didn’t know I existed.

Between his beautiful brown skin, reddish brown hair, and freckles, I couldn’t stop staring at him whenever I did manage to see him out and about.

The first time he noticed me, we were at the racetrack on a Friday night.

He was with his crew, and I was with my girls.

I had been stealing glances at Brasi for more than an hour before he approached me and asked if I was single.

Yes, I was attracted to him, but I refused to come across as thirsty.

I paid more attention to his actions than his words.

It didn’t take long for me to gather that he was too good to be true.

Brasi was fine, had money and most importantly, he was respectful.

His laid back and chill demeanor was so sexy to me.

He never had to do too much. With all of his attributes, I just knew he had an abundance of women on his roster but from our first date, we became inseparable.

Brasi was the love of my life. Until an impending drug charge stripped it all away.

I never denied that six to eight years was a long time.

Maybe I was delusional, but I honestly wanted to wait for him.

Brasi wasn’t having it, however. He swore that I’d be missing out on something great by waiting for him.

Now, six years later, he was home, and I was still single.

Everyone I met after him hadn’t measured up, and it didn’t take long for me to stop wasting my time.

I could understand that Brasi felt he was doing me a favor, but I couldn’t respect the way he went about it.

Watching him kiss a chick in the mouth out in public after declaring that no woman would ever get that from him if she wasn’t me, hurt.

It hurt bad because damn, either you lied to me, or you went far as hell to prove a point.

When my alarm went off, I kissed my teeth and sat up.

Despite the fact that I didn’t feel like having company, I didn’t want to flake on Breezy.

She wasn’t just the president of The Hellcat Barbies.

She was my friend, and she wanted to come visit.

I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I took a bullet all because some simple ass man thought I was my sister.

First, I get shot, then I find out the guy I was dating was cool with Brasi. A hot ass mess it was.

I sat on the couch and waited for Breezy. She was usually pretty prompt, so I wasn’t shocked when she rang the bell two minutes 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 by default, 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.