heart break || odell beckham jr. imagines

forty-four - missing you

Your Point of View.

12:03

Pressing the house phone against my ear with my left shoulder, this boy just couldn't seem to understand what I was trying to tell him at all.

"I don't get you," I heard his baritone voice say after awhile.

"You need to come home right now. I don't want you to be out in these streets at this time of the night."

He was now my responsibility after I lost my parents to a car crash late last year and I couldn't let him slip through my fingers like they did.

I remembered what it was like to get that phone call in the middle of the night and I was determined not to get that same call for him.

Getting comfortable on the couch as it hit twelve o'clock in the morning, I listened in as he chuckles on the other end of the line.

"Y/n, the last time I remembered, you're my sister, not my mother or father."

"Don't you think I know that Michael? I'm just scared for you. You are only sixteen years old." I whispered as I played with the hem of my shirt, not wanting to end the phone conversation I was having with my baby brother until he was safe and sound in his room.

"I know that y/n," he responded after telling someone to turn down a radio that was blasting a Kid N Play song in the background. "I'm always careful."

"Please just come home," I replied, pulling my box braids into a ponytail, hoping to get them redone before my birthday this weekend.

"I'm getting off the freeway now," he answered before the call was disconnected and I only hearing the dial tone afterward.

Sighing in tiredness, I hung the phone up as I sat my back on the couch, bringing my eyes towards my television screen that showcased a local news channel.

"I love you too," I whispered into the silence of the room, wondering where my baby brother was when he was supposed to be in his bed for school tomorrow.

Laying my head on the armrest, I closed my eyes, hoping I'll see the outline of his body roaming through the refrigerator when I reopen them.

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12:47 a.m.

Waking up to the house phone ringing loudly beside me, I rubbed the crust out of the corner of my eyes, wondering who could this be calling at this time of the night.

"Hello," I groggily spoke, noticing the police lights displaying heavily through my curtains.

"I think you need to come outside, it has something to do with Michael." My neighbor hurriedly said inside my ear before hanging up.

Frantically getting up and throwing the phone on the couch, I opened the front door to my house, hoping she got my brother mixed up with someone else.

"Please God," I choked out as I walked down the steps of my front porch and across the street barefooted, "Please let him be alright."

Speeding up my pace, I made my way through the small crowd, wondering what had their eyes in a trance in front of them.

Abruptly stopping when I finally found out what they were staring at as the police cars surrounded the crime scene, I held my hands up to my mouth in realization.

Seeing the one person I was afraid of seeing like this on the ground covered in blood, I looked over at the police officers as they looked at each other, trying to figure out what was their next move.

Pulling myself to go under the investigator's tape, I was soon stopped with a hand coming up to my chest.

"This is under an investigation, we need for you to leave," the man with the trench coat and hat said in an authoritative tone.

"That's my brother," I cried out as I pushed his hand away from me, going over to Michael's lifeless body. "What happened to him?"

Dropping down to my knees at where he laid, I brought his now cold body to my warm one, trying to wake him.

"Michael baby," I wailed out as I rocked him back and forth with tears forming rapidly in my eyes. "Please baby wake up for your big sister. Please just do this one thing for me."

"Mam, I need for you to get up," the same man again said as he put a small notepad in one of the front pockets of his coat. "We need to do our job properly."

"What happened to him!" I yelled again, still holding on to him for dear life and not doing what he said.

I wasn't going to leave him again.

"We need to do our job to figure it all out. He was a suspect in a robbery around twelve o'clock tonight at the E&P gas station down the street and one of our officers tracked him down and fatally shot him when he didn't do what he was being commanded to do."

Closing my eyes as the tears fell down on his face, I sat my chin onto his head, tuning everything out around me.

"He was on the phone with me. He didn't do it," I repeated to the investigator, "He did not rob that gas station tonight."

I knew his character and he definitely did not do this.

They killed my brother in cold blood and they were going to pay for this.

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I ain't a killer but don't push me
Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin' pussy

-2Pac