Unfaithful: Odell Beckham Jr.

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Odell

I decided to leave the hospital before her parents came back. I just ultimately hoped she chooses to come back with me. Seeing her on a hospital bed just sickened me and instantly want to trade places with her.

On my way to the hotel I was staying in, I decided to grab some Gatorades and pizza. My phone began vibrating in my pocket and the name on the phone had me puzzled for a second.

Mom

I was debating on answering the phone. Last time she called me she never said 'Hi' or 'How you doing?' just 'I need $500' and I was definitely feeling some type of way afterwards. But I just ended up sliding it to the right, accepting the call.

"How much you need?" I answered sliding my card at the checkout isle. The cashier stared at me in disbelief after ringing my items up. I put my finger to my lips trying to prevent her from yelling anything out.

"How do you know I wasn't just calling to check on my son?... who I love dearly." I chuckled taking my receipt and my bag and exiting the store.

"When's the last time you called to check on me?" I asked getting irritable.

"Uh. I just did Odell now hush with the nonsense. Anyways, how has your lil' girlfriend or mistress or whoeva that girl was on the magazine with you been doing?" Her voice had gotten raspier and I figured it was the cigarettes.

"She straight." I said walking into the lobby of the hotel.

"Why are you always so angry with me Odell?" She made a heavy sigh into the phone.

"Ma' I mean no disrespect, but the thing that irritates me the most is you acting like nothing is wrong, when you know we fell off after I left for High School. A time where I most definitely needed you most and wanted you there with me, but where were you? Sucking up all your drug dealers waiting for your next high." After Katrina, my mother lost it all. Her home, her well-paying job, her husband, and her sanity. I personally never understood why she wasn't able to rebuild herself like every other Katrina survivor did.

"Mom, you fucking left me in the dust for men who are slowly killin' you and you not even seeing it." The line was silent but still connected so I figured she'd probably place me on mute. "I can't give you any money right now. I don't know if you still on drugs, but you can't overdose on the money I give you." After a few more seconds of silence she finally spoke.

"I had no idea you felt this way about me. I'm sorry for all of the hurt that I caused, but I figured once I started doing drugs being with your father was the best place for you. I hope one day you realize that."

After Crystal left, I learned to hold on to whatever I had.

"You need help ma' like serious help. Like rehab help." I've been wanting to suggest this to her for the longest, and I just didn't know how.

"I know." The line disconnected and I let out a huge sigh. For a while now I've been wanting to

Entering the hotel room I placed the pizza on the table and sat on the bed.

If only people really knew how fucked up my life was behind the smiles, parties, and pictures with the fancy cars.

Crystal

8 months ago. (Flashback)

If it happens it'll be okay. I'll just go to the house and let him know. That's all I need to do.

I thought to myself. I looked down at the Clearblue pregnancy test in which the small screen was covered by my finger. I had literally only been gone for a week at a hotel room and luckily I still had my job. It made everything that much easier.

I reluctantly removed my finger from the screen only to be shown pregnant. I sighed and put the test's cap on and slide it in my purse.

I hadn't talked to Odell since I left his place nearly a week ago. And by looking at this pregnancy test I was starting to regret my decision of leaving.

I decided I'd go to the doctor before going over to his house to tell him about the test. By the looks of all his recent quotes on his Instagram-- which I've blocked him from and all other ways he could use to get in touch with me he was pretty upset.

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Approaching his house gave me a weird feeling. Nausea suddenly came over me and resulted in my flinging my car door open and gagging. The odd thing was nothing coming out.

I was told my due date was September 9th, which just so happened to be right around the start of his season.

I slowly drove up to his gate and noticed that there were no cars there which was also odd. I debated on heading inside when my car door was suddenly opened and I was pulled out by none other than Xander.

He looked down at me with an evil smirk. "Thought you was just gone put a nigga in jail and not here from me?" My heart dropped at the sound of his voice. He pushed me in to the back seat after zip tying my arms together and climbing into the front seat on my car. "You clearly thought wrong then baby."

He speed off and Odell's house was eventually not in site.

"Where the hell are you taking me?" I asked looking at his eyes through the rear view mirror.

"Away." He simply said. He started rummaging through my purse when we pulled up to a gas station hours later. He picked my pregnancy test and examined it.

"We'll take care of this later."

Present day.

It was fair to say I never hated someone so much in my life. After losing my baby from his continued abuse, I never wanted someone dead so bad.

Today was August 30th and I was going to be discharged very soon. When I look down at my stomach I wonder how big it might have grown to be or if the baby would have been a boy or girl. I wonder how Odell would have reacted had he found out or what his reaction will be if he finds out I was ever pregnant.

All of the things I would've been able to do like set up a nursery or have a baby shower was robbed from me.

Part of me wants to tell him about it, but the other thinks I should just let it be a secret.

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Odell?

Crystal?

Do you guys hate Xander even more now?

Should Crystal tell Odell?

And what should Odell do about his mother?