Baby Don't Go (Odell Beckham Jr.)

Chapter 2

Odell Beckham Jr.

The ride to the airport was silent. She was still pissed at me for making her go to New York.

I just keep thinking about how much longer the silent treatment will be when I tell her the news.

Getting on the plane she was pissed at me because our two seats in first class were next to each other.

I needed to break the ice, I was a little worried about the flight as always and this will be the first time I hadn't had her words to soothe me.

I thought I had my nerves for a moment. Breathing through my nose and counting in my head.

That was until the place started to take off. "Oh my Jesus." I put my hand on top of Jay's hand and began to squeeze it. She turned her and grabbed on to my hand looking into my eyes.

I hadn't had a panic attack in a long time, but I knew that's what was going to happening.

"Hey, hey." She cooed placing both her hands on each side of my face so I could only stare directly into her eyes. All reminisce of her being upset with me flew out of the window when she knew I needed her.

"Relax baby it's okay. Do you hear me?" Staring into her eyes, I wanted to nod, but I couldn't move anything on my body. I just kept taking deep uncontrolled breaths.

She pecked my forehead. "Baby you have to breathe. Take a breath, you can't hold it in."

I watched her place her hands on my chest. This time her touch relaxed me enough for me to let the air out of my lungs.

"Look baby, we're not even taking off anymore." Right after she got me to breathe in a controlled fashion the Captain came on the intercom telling us we'd reached the appropriate height and turned off the fasten seatbelt sign.

Taking in another deep breath I began to realize we were on our way to Bee York. I hated the place just as much as Jay, but my nightmare was no longer there.

Shifting through my memories I started to think back on my childhood. People thought I had the perfect life because it involved money and cars but that wasn't the case.

I was an only child with a mother who tried loved too much but it wasn't enough, and a father who didn't love enough but he made sure he said it while he made my life hell. The only good thing about my young life was that I had Janae.

We did the cliché. Writing notes through our windows, sneaking into each other's houses when something was going wrong. Every day I woke up she was in my arms, but there was never any type of sexual tension in our teen years.

I just always admired her beauty. She was always convinced she was overweight when it was all because she was so short. She was 4' nothing until about 10th grade year, she sprouted up and thinned out.

Then I had to reevaluate what I thought about her. Once 10th grade stepped into our lives, she was more attractive to me. Not that I didn't feel she was attractive before, I had just opened my eyes to the fact that she wasn't one of the guys.

I turned over to look at Jay who was now into her own dream land as well. "Jay." She turned her smile contagiously causing me to smile right after her. She was so beautiful, the spirit that radiated off her coco brown face left me with a chill.

Pulling me out of my thoughts she began to speak. "Let's get you something to smooth out our anxiety.

I watched Jay flag down the flight attendant. "Hey doll can we have two Jack and Cokes?" She nodded fixing us the drink on her cart.