"your insurance will rise due to the accident, but it shouldn't be anything too obscure, and once you sign this paper you're good to go." The representative explained to me, handing me both the paper and pen to do as instructed.
I sloppily signed on the correct line and returned it to him.
"Thank you, ma'am, and I'm a big fan of your work Mr. Beckham." He ended, Odell nodded at him, before he got up collecting the documents to go store them in a file somewhere I'm assuming.
Despite my best efforts to go straight home, we decided to leave my car unattended to might not be the best way to handle the situation, so Odell and I had driven from the hospital back to my cars location, in complete silence. I appreciated that he recognized my unwillingness to explain the situation. The whole ride his face rendered a relieved yet gloomy look. I knew there was a matter of time before I had to tell him what happened before he would start asking questions.
We arrived onto the side of the highway I had re-parked my car, and I went to unbuckle my seat belt ready to follow him home but he stopped me
"I don't want you driving that tonight, it's late and who knows else could go wrong" he said, sounding concerned.
I weakly smiled at his attempt to keep me what he views as safe. He does that too often. They say humans utilize roughly 10 percent of their brains capabilities, and I'd be willing to guess he uses 9 percent of his caring for others.
"I can't leave it here with a shattered window, besides if anything happens you'll be a few miles ahead of me." I reassured
"Alright, be safe please." He gave in, pressing his lips to my forehead twice and squeezing my arm tighter than usual.
Why do I always get the feeling that he's more scared of me losing myself than him losing me? I know his intentions are pure but I'm starting to believe his care is quickly turning into sympathy and what I've never needed from anyone was their pity. I'm more than capable of taking care of myself and I've never asked for anyone's help. As hard headed as that sounds, sometimes the most important aspect of value is the standard you set for yourself.
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After dropping my car off to my mechanic, Odell dropped me off to get my rental. As I watched him make his way towards my rental, I tried to think of the easiest way to say what I needed to.
"I'll meet you at the house?" He questioned, climbing into the passenger seat of the 2017 Toyota Camry I had received, leaving the door open.
"I actually think I'm going to go to my apartment and sleep. I don't plan on going to work tomorrow either." I shortly stated, not putting much emotion behind my words.
"I actually think I'm going to go to my apartment and sleep. I don't plan on going to work tomorrow either." I shortly stated, not putting much emotion behind my words.
Odell sighed, and for once I recognized the frustration in his tone. He's been upset with me before but this time felt as if he's exhausted dealing with my complexity. No one forced him into this situation, if he would've just left me alone maybe he'd be stress free.
"I'm not letting you push me out." He stood firmly. By the strong tone of his voice, I knew he wasn't going to let this go as easy as I wanted it to.
"I'm not pushing you any direction. I just need time." I assured.
"Time for what Pearce? Time so you can decide that you're better off pushing aside all your problems? Time so that you can bury yourself in your work? Or is it time to drown yourself in all the medication you try and hide from me?" He raised his voice, scaring me a little.
"Maybe you're right. Maybe I'll do all 3 suggestions to past time. Only time will tell." I shrugged my shoulders. More than anything, I hate that he's right. I hate that he knows what's best for me after just a few months of knowing me. And most importantly I hate that he cares for me.
"You don't see what you're doing to yourself, but I do. And I can't watch you ruin yourself." Odell spoke softly now, hanging his head in defeat a little bit.
"Then don't." I simply stated.
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ONE MONTH LATER
(ODELL'S POV)
"Sup pops" I greeted, looking over my dad on my laptop. He had excitedly facetimed me after learning what facetime was. Old heads.
"So let me get this right, you can see me right now?" He questioned, waving and moving his hands excessively.
"Yes I can see you, why you movin so much?" I laughed, he's too much man.
"Just makin sure, anyways where's my beautiful daughter" He asked, referring to Pearce.
I knew she would eventually come up but he didn't even ask about me first, damn? I'm his blood too wow.
I had been avoiding the subject of her all together, just like she's been avoiding all of my attempts of reaching out. Doesn't meant I stopped trying though. I need her to know that I'll always be there for her when it comes down to it.
"Dang, how about your handsome son? I can't get no love?" I strayed from the original question, something I learned to perfection from Pearce. She was so indirect with any question that would lead to personal intel. I don't know how I managed to get her to even tell me her name.
"You aren't really important, now how's Pearce." He pushed. Maybe, just maybe I get my persistence from him?
"I'd tell you if I knew." I shortly, and lowly stated.
I really did wish I knew too. I just want to know that she's working on being the best version of herself.
"Odell, don't tell me you fucked things up with her." My dad stated sternly.
"Things were.. complicated. It was sort of for the better." I tried explaining but by the shaking of his head I knew he wasn't trying to hear it.
"Nothing's ever too complicated. Go fix it." And with that very demanding statement, he hung up.
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With the reddest roses in my hand, I prepared to knock on the door of P's apartment. The worst she could do was not face me, but as long as she knows I'm trying.
Loudly knocking so that It can't be mistaken, I stood and waited for about 30 seconds.
"Go away" I heard from the other side of the door. Despite the context of her words, it had been good to hear them.
"Not until you let me apologize, and you also apologize to me." I stood my ground firmly. As harsh as I had been, she had been harsher. Her lack of emotions when speaking to me that night had been unnecessary.
I heard the clicking of some locks and finally I was face to face with her after about a month or so. Preparing for a look of confusion and anger, I was taken back when she pulled me in for a hug. Was I missing something?
"I'm so sorry dell." She wept.
GUYS I'M SO SORRY. It's been forever, but I started college and shit. I actually should be studying right now but I decided to finish this chapter that I had un-drafted for some time now. I definitely will get chapter eleven up to you guys but next week. I feel super bad but I want to thank those who were patient. You guys are fucking awesome.
