Best Friends?: Odell Beckham Jr.

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Camille,

Its Saturday. 3 am to be exact so I have no classes, but I have to go to the football game with my dad and his bitch.
Yaayyy.
I was online debating on whether I should submit my request for a transfer, because of what happened with Ahmad yesterday.
Flashback:

"I'm leaving Ahmad." I said walking toward the door with my jacket in my arms.

"No you not. You only been here for an hour." He said getting up. He has the worst anger issues ever.
I'm thinking about how I'm going to get out of this one.

"I need to go." I said emotionless so he couldn't tell how afraid I was getting.
Ahmad is 6'2 and I'm 5'3 so he's almost got me by a foot. I have to thank my mom for my short height, she was 5'2.
Thanks mom.

"Why you in such a rush? You ain't doing shit tomorrow." He said since it was Saturday.

"You trying to go over someone house? Who is it Odell? I knew your ass been cheating."
What?
He must be the one cheating since he accusing.

"I did not cheat on you."

"Well where you going?"

"Home."

"You already at home."

"No I'm not. Now could you get from in front of the door?" 

"No." He said leaning there like this was funny.

"What is wrong with you? You afraid of being alone or something?"

"Alone? I got money that's all I need."
He's definitely lonely.

"Well can I leave then?"

"No. I'm not ready for you to leave."

"What do you want then?"

"I want you to strip."
Okay now he really tripping.

"My clothes?"

"Yup."

"I don't want to."

"What?"

"I'm not striping."
As soon as I said that I got smacked.
Then he started using me as a punching bag. Punch after punch. Slap after slap.
My skin was red, and blue. I liked like the U.S. Flag. Literally.

After about ten minutes of taking hits my body started to weaken. I didn't know how I was going to get out of here.
My body grew tired and sore and my eyes started to shut.
•••
I woke up on a couch. My legs were stiff and my face was hurting.
My clothes were still on though. Surprisingly.
I got up and made my way over to the door. I searched around my purse and looked for my car keys but they weren't in there my phone was also missing.
Fuck.

Then I got my jacket and put it on. I took what I had left and went approached the door. There was a note tapes to it.

If you leave, I'll find you.

I was still leaving. I'm not staying here. I'm way to young to die.
I opened the door and made my way to the elevator.
I put my hands in the pocket in my coat and felt something. It was the key to my car. I remembered I had made a copy. It wasn't the remote though.

When the elevator doors opened I was greeted a cool breeze. My car was thankfully still there. I ran out toward it trying to make it there before Ahmad came back from where he was. I made it to the car and fumbled with the key.
I wasn't safe.
Even when I got out of the parking lot. I couldn't go home since I didn't have my key, and I wasn't going to Odell. The only option was to go to a friend's or rent a hotel.
"I reached in my glove box and pulled out a small zebra print bag that I kept "emergency" makeup.
I looked decent enough after putting on some foundation and lip gloss. My eyes were swollen though.

"Well here goes nothing." I said and put the car in drive. I headed over to a hotel that was on Odell's side of town.
I went to valet.

When I walked in I was greeted by a tall girl who looked like she was in a fight with a bear. Her hair looked like Cynthia's from Rugrats.

"Hi miss how can I help you?" She said in a boring tone.

"I need a room for two nights." I said.

"Can I see your I.D., and form of payment please."

"The total will be 315. Is that okay?"

"Yes." I could just get some money from my dad tomorrow.

"Here you go. Have a lovely night." She said handing me the room card.

I had left my laptop in the car yesterday so I brought it in the room with me. When I got to the room which was on the 7th floor I immediately got in the tub.

I wasn't in the mood for shit.