heart break || odell beckham jr. imagines

five • for colored girls

A month later.

Odell's Point of View

Walking into the Pub and going straight to the bar with no hesitation, I took a seat in one of the chairs, not giving a thought on what I was doing or my consequences afterward.

Ordering myself a glass of Tequila with a twist, I loosened the tie on my shirt, hoping to get comfortable before I was pulled back into reality.

With people talking about anything and everything around me, I zoned out and thought of the person I tried to not think about at all this evening.

The way her shoulders shook as I asked those gruesome, but necessary questions had me feeling sorry for her.

It was like I felt her pain when I told her that their father murdered her kids and it was all new to me.

In all the cases I worked on before this one, I never had this feeling of hurt in my life.

It was like I lost my child too.

Forcing the hot liquid down my throat in satisfaction, I looked up at the flat screen tv, trying to get the lasting memories of a sad Y/N out of my head.

"What got you here tonight?" The bartender I grew to be friends with over the years asked while wiping the glass from the counter with a dish towel.

Blowing the air out of my nose, I looked at Mike with a shake of my head.

"Do you remember the incident that happened at those apartments down the street a couple of weeks ago?"

He nodded his head after giving my question a thought. "Yeah, I heard it on the news when it first happened. Why do you ask?"

"I'm the lead detective on the case, and I know the woman personally," I bit my lip and looked down. "I was in love with that girl back in high school, but I never got the chance to tell her how I felt back then."

"I see, he rubbed the hairs on his chin, trying to come up with the words he was going to say next. "If I put the pieces together, I'll say you still have feelings for this woman. Am I right?"

Shaking my head, I tried to deny it. "I was dumb and naive back then. She already had a boyfriend and to tell you the truth it was just a silly crush."

"Whatever you say," he rolled his eyes, clearly not believing what I just said. "But I'm going to say this and please listen to me carefully. That girl needs you. She just lost her child in the hands of their father. Protect her and give her a reason to live."

"It's not my place to do that," I tried to reason with him. "I have to move on to the next case and treat this one like I do the others."

"You being here says otherwise," he counterattacked while handing a customer two seats down from me a bottled of beer.

"Whatever man," I mumbled while slapping the dollar bills on the counter, and saying my thanks for his words, even if I didn't agree with all of it.

"If you don't ever listen to anything else I say from now on, just please take what I said earlier into consideration."

"I'll think about it," was the last words I said before getting into my car and going home.

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Driving down the street where the crime scene once was, I closed my eyes for a split second when I saw a body hunched over by the dried puddle of blood.

Who could this be at this fucking time of night and in this exact spot?

Parking on the side of the road, I pulled my gun from the holster while getting out of the car.