Basil a.k.a Knucks
Why my little baby that was perfect all-around couldn't be my little baby that listened. I was a simple man. The only thing I stressed when it came to females was honesty. I went six weeks without talking to my baby. That was a long time. Probably too long for what I later realized was a misunderstanding, but my feelings were hurt, so in my eyes, me taking my space was justified. All of that time away from her had made me feel empty. I missed her walking around the crib in just one of my shirts. I missed waking up to her face. I missed her period. Brooklyn. Such a basic name but still the sweetest one I had ever heard. It was unique and one of a kind only because it had belonged to her.
It took me long as hell to realize where she was coming from. She wasn't ready for a baby, but I was, and that alone made her feel like she was stuck in a corner. We had forever to build a family, I didn't understand that then. Although we were young, I had experienced life, she didn't yet. As far as that money I found her with, I really couldn't be upset. I was living hood as shit. How did I not expect my Queen to shave a little off the top to ensure that she was good? When I was able to calm down and think, I realized that I was tripping by kicking her out, and I'm man enough to admit that. I just had to admit the shit to her.
I saw her tryna show out for da Gram, but I wasn't having it. It was time for her to bring that ass home. After her ignoring me on her live, seeing some next nigga all in her ear on the shit, and her inviting the whole damn city to come party with her, I was livid. I hopped in my car and sped over to the frat house. NOBODY was about to catch my bitch slipping. I had beef all over the city, and although we weren't together at the moment, everyone knew that she belonged to me. She was making herself easy prey, and I hated it.
As soon as I stepped into that party, I was easily disgusted. Young bubble-headed half-naked bitches were everywhere. Is this what I had pushed my girl to? I wondered as I walked around the party looking for her. I swore to God that if I saw her pressed up on the next nigga that I was putting a hot one in that fool. I found it strange that for it to be a frat party, no frat members were present. If anything, it looked like the party was dying down. As soon as the music stopped playing, my suspicions were confirmed. Everybody started to slowly trickle out of the front door. I was on my way out when a girl screaming lured me upstairs.
"OH MY GOD is she dead? Call 911," she screamed over and over again.
Once upstairs, I peeked into one of my bedrooms, and my eyes saw red. I wanted the city to bleed for this one. I ran over to the bed, took off my flight jacket, and wrapped it around Brooklyn's body. She looked so helpless.
The burden of this happening because of me weighed on my thoughts. This party shit, going live and dropping locations wasn't her. That was scorn, petty, tryna piss me off her. The leggings she wore were pulled down to her knees, and her shirt was ripped, so I knew that she had been violated. I didn't know if her being raped was from being a drunken girl at a party or if one of my enemies was tryna get to me. Whatever the reason, somebody was gonna pay. I scooped her into my arms and cradled her like a baby. I didn't even care that blood and shit from her ass was now smeared all over my forearm.
"The ambulance is on their way," the girl in the room said to me as tears ran down her face. Fuck this bitch cryin' fo. I'm pretty sure she doesn't even know her, I thought as I inched towards the door.
"Na fuck dat, I'll get her durr faster," I growled as I walked out the room with Brooklyn in my arms. After I made sure that she was buckled in, I hightailed it to the hospital. I had to make sure that my shawty was gucci.
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Anika
Last night was horrible for me. Although Monroe explained to me that he didn't touch Brooklyn, I still felt uneasy about it. If he didn't have a hand in her rape, then why was his belt undone when I walked into the room, and why did he rush us out of there? I sat next to my brother and my mother with my thoughts running wild. We all wore Atlanta Falcons caps. My brother was signing his contract. Although I was extremely proud of him, I couldn't help myself from thinking about Brooklyn.
