𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞

25.

Trinitee Allen

It had been a few weeks since Odell got shot and him leaving for the trap during our alone time. I've been ignoring him and he's petty enough to do the same.

What he doesn't know is that I could go all day without talking to him.

We had been sitting in this house all day everyday doing nothing. Odell refuse to get a real job because he quote on quote said 'he got us'. The housewife shit doesn't phase me at all.

I'm so sick and tired of telling him to quit the game but he just doesn't listen. You would think him getting shot would be a wake up call. Nolen even talked to him like he promised and it was still useless.

I guess I have to do what's best for our relationship and support him. Leaving him wasn't an option because I loved him too much.

I had somewhere to be in a few minutes and he was playing. Odell decided to hide my keys so I'll have to force myself to talk to him. Today he was being extra petty and I wasn't for none of it.

I huffed showing that I was annoyed and entered Odells man cave. Basically it was his own room so he can get away for times like this. He was sitting on the black couch playing on his PlayStation, shirtless.

His chest was still bandaged up because his wounds didn't heal yet.

"Give them here." I stood in front of him blocking his view of the game as he pushed me over and looked at me.

He ignored me paying attention too the tv and I sighed.

"Alright I'm not mad at you anymore. I love you now could you give me my stuff." He fought back a smile and plastered a look of confusion on his face.

"What stuff?" Odell questioned playing dumb before pausing the game.

"My keys." I ordered sticking my manicured fingers out.

"I don't have yo damn keys. Bee could've took em and you coming at my damn neck." He nodded towards the dog was was on his lap and I rolled my eyes.