Odell Beckham J.r❤️
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Odell...
I tapped the ashes inside the ash tray as my IPhone 6s Plus, vibrated. I watched my Homeboys laugh as they stared at the caller ID. "Why the fuck she calling me yo". I muttered, rolling my eyes.
It was my "Baby Mother".
I picked up my phone and went in another room. "Hello?". I answered. "Odell I'm dropping off Skye for a little bit, I have a meeting to go to". I sucked my teeth. "You lying yo ass off. Why the fuck she gotta come over here?". "It's your fucking daughter Odell, stop acting like she's a damn friend. You got that big ass house and all that damn money, and you don't take care of your daughter at all. The fuck is wrong with you?". "Whatever bitch". I hung up the phone on her and walked out. "Damn O, fucking harsh". My boy Jay retorted, puffing in a joint. I lit one up myself, breathing it in slow, before releasing the smoke it out my nostrils. "So Who the fuck we coming for next?". "These niggas got this big ass drug cartel in Cuba, I'm telling y'all if we start selling some illegal shit we'd be fucking rich bro". I laughed as my other homeboy Kareem spoke. "I'm sorry , everybody in this room isn't filthy fucking rich like you nigga. But at least we trying to make a living". "By picking up some weed". I said back. "How do you make your money? By picking up a ball right? Everybody different". I took in another puff of my joint. "All I'm saying is, you don't have to get rich off illegal shit". "You smoking this good shit though, right?". Kareem questioned. "Hell yeah". I said, gradually getting high. "And that's why I'm selling drugs. I got fucking, Odell Beckham J.r , the football star smoking MY shit. You know how much money I could make?". I shook my head and laughed, staring at my 90 inch plasma tv, watching a recent game of mine. My doorbell began to sound, I furrowed my eyebrow, wondering how the fuck they get in the gate without my permission. I walked to my door, trying to wave the smoke away. I opened it, to see nobody. I then looked down, noticing a little girl, wearing a yellow dress with gold sandals, along with a gold sparkly bow in her big puff. "Sorry I don't buy Girl Scout cookies". I said before shutting the door, but she stopped me. "I'm Skye". She stated in the highest little voice. "Your mother dropped you off?". She slowly nodded. "Bitch". I muttered under my breath. "Come in, don't touch nothing just sit on the couch". She hesitantly walked into my home, I closed the door behind her. My homeboys looked down at her, "Oh shit O..". Kareem addressed, already knowing I wasn't capable of being a father. I looked at Skye, who was staring up at me with big eyes. "Why did your mom send you over here?". I asked becoming angry. She shrugged her shoulders slowly. "Why the fu-". "Ayo chill the fuck out she a little girl". Jay stepped in. I pushed him, "Nigga shut the fuck up!". He pushed me back. "Keep talking to her like she grown and ima call Child Protective Services on ya bitch ass!". He semi yelled. I choke him into the wall "Do it then bitch! Do it!!". I yelled. Kareem split us up, "Alright O, we out". Kareem said pushing him to the door. "Catch you later". Kareem said once more, before the door shut. I heard a low whine, I turned to see Skye covering her face crying. I tried to control my breathing rate, "What are you crying for?!". She looked at me and continued to weep. I slapped her hands off her face, "I said what the fuck are you crying for?!". Skye got up and ran up the long stairs to the bedrooms. I sat on the couch, positioning my hands in a praying for over my mouth. "God what am I going to do...". I asserted, breathing hard. I laid my head down a pillow.
I can't take care of this little girl.
She probably not even mine.
My mind swarmed with worry, before I fell asleep.
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My eyes fluttered open as the sun radiated through my living room window, I moved my head just a bit stretching my neck muscles. I looked down at the clothes I had on, feeling unclean, I went upstairs to my bedroom to find some clean clothes to put on after my shower. As I walked into my bedroom I saw a little body under my covers.
Oh shit. I forgot about her.
I sat on the Edge of my bed looking at her.
"Damn O. You gotta Change", I could hear Shawn say. I lost My homeboy Shawn two years ago to the streets.
Shit ain't never been the same since then.
Skye eyes opened, as soon as she viewed me she covered her eyes. "No, Skye don't be scared of me". I watched as she glanced in between the cracks of her fingers. I huffed my breath. "Do you eat?". I asked. She slowly nodded. "What do you eat?". "French Toast Sticks". She said uncovering her eyes, becoming a little comfortable. "Okay. You can make some. They are dow-". "Mommy says I can't use the stove".
Duh Odell.
"How old are you?". "Three". I sighed. "We'll wait her I'm going to go take a shower okay?". I grabbed my clothes of the top of my dresser, "I wanna come". She blurted. I shook my head, "You can't take a shower with me". She pointed her finger to her bag. There laid on top of it was a yellow towel, with a pink washcloth. "Oh you want to get clean too?". She nodded. "You know how to wash yourself right?". She shook her head. "Jesus Christ".
I brung her inside the bathroom while the bath water was running. She stared at me, as I wondered why she was still dressed. "Oh you don't want me to look?". I turned around and closed my eyes. In less than 2 minutes, she informed me that i could open them again. I peeked one eye open, grabbed her pink washcloth and began washing her back and her neck. I barely opened my eyes.
This shit fucking awkward.
I gave her her wash cloth so she can wash her hotspots. "You done?". I Asked with my eyes still scrunched together. I felt something on my lips, I opened my eyes to see a big pile of pink and purple bubbles on my face. She laughed softly, and I felt myself cracking a smile. I grabbed it and blew it in her face as she laughed harder. She began splashing me with water, I dodged it laughing a bit.
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