heart break || odell beckham jr. imagines

thirty-four - drunk

Your Point of View. 

Sitting at a kitchen table in the middle of the night, waiting for Odell to come home, was no fun at all.

It was the fourth night this week where he didn't inform me of where he was at this time of the night, and I was worried sick.

He promised that he wasn't going to be late coming home today, but look how that turned out.

Sipping from my favorite coffee mug that was given to me by a friend, I heard the front door open and close.

"Where were you?" I asked, putting down the brown stained mug to give him my full attention.

"Can we not talk about this again. You're being a selfish bitch right now," he angrily spat, stumbling to the refrigerator to grab a beer.

"You think I'm a selfish bitch? You the one who parties to the break of dawn, knowing that he has a girlfriend at home worrying about him. You know what, you're the selfish bitch," I snapped getting up from my chair and walking upstairs to our shared bedroom.

I grabbed my small suitcase out of the closet and started packing my belongings into the tiny bag.

I wasn't going to give my all to a man who wasn't giving it back in return.

My parents taught me better than that.

Putting the last few items I could fit into it, Odell came barging into our bedroom with sorrow on his face.

What are you doing?" Asked Odell, finally breaking the ice between him and me.

"I can't keep living like this, not knowing where you are in the middle of the night. It's frustrating and scary Dell."

"Sorry princess, I won't stay out past midnight anymore," he said coming closer, trying to hug me, but I pulling away immediately before he could.

Hurt flashed across his face at my reaction, but I stood my ground.

"Please y/n?" He said giving me the puppy dog face.

"Don't do it again?" I asked, coming closer to him and kissing him on the cheek.

"I promise, I want," he smiled giving me a quick kiss on the lips.