Ciara
I stormed into the house and threw my purse on the floor. Odell walked over and furrowed his eyebrows at me.
"Aye, watch it. Louis Vuitton ain't cheap."
"You said you'd stop doing that to me!" I yelled turning around.
He stood picking at his nails.
"Okay Ci, but, have you come to realize I say a lot of things?"
Starring at him dumbfounded I shook my head.
"I thought you said you'd change Dell, I had hope in you."
He sighed plopping on the couch.
"Yeah and I had hope in you to stay on my side. Guess we can't all get what we want can we?"
Walking over quickly I waved my finger around in his face.
"There you go again being selfish Odell! That's not just your son! He's Valerie's too and you need to except that. She just wants to see her son ever so often and you won't even let her do that!"
He stood grabbing my wrist.
"I like to know who you think you're talking to." He muttered through gritted teeth.
My body shook a little at his tightening grip. I didn't know what to say.
"Why are you doing this?" I stuttered out. "I-I can get you fired for this. This whole situation can. You know how much you love football. Are you gonna let your attitude ruin your career?"
Odell starred at me, his nostrils flaring slowly. I yanked my arm and rubbed my wrist as he walked away.
Valerie
"Baby, calm down. It's okay."
I sobbed loudly laying on Keith's chest, I haven't moved for hours now.
"It's not! Once the court reviews the restraining order they'll automatically deny giving me Elijah."
Keith got up slowly as there was a knock on the door.
"I'll be back."
I nodded slowly laying on the couch.
"Um, Val. It's for you."
Getting up slowly I trudged over to the door to see Ciara. I crossed my arms rolling my eyes.
"You're not supposed to be around me remember?" I mumbled.
"Please let me just tell you what happened."
I sighed letting her in.
"You can take that stupid makeup off now.. Unless you wanna hold some more stuff against me." I laughed.
She kept a straight face before looking down.
"It's um.. Not makeup." She whispered.
I quickly looked up at her.
"Who did that?"
She just looked at me.
My mouth opened slightly as I shook my head rushing over to her.
"Why'd you let him do that?!" I yelled.
Ciara flinched at the words, before shrugging slightly.
"Everything was okay at first," she started. "But, then he just lashed out.."
"You have to tell someone, the actual truth." I said starring at her.
"No, I can't. It would ruin ALOT of things for him! And I'd just be in even more trouble.."
I rolled my eyes.
"Do you want to end up like Daya?"
She instantly shook her head.
"And you said you wanted to help me!" I mentioned. "By telling the truth, you can get justice and I can get my son."
She nodded.
"I'll think about it."
I grabbed her shoulders looking her in the eyes.
"Please do, and don't. I mean DON'T, let him put his hands on you again."
She nodded sighing.
"Good luck."
