I M A G I N E S G A L O R E

Using You

An Odell Beckham Jr imagine.

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Y/N had just come back from the grocery store for her monthly shopping. She sighed heavily after putting multiple bags down on the counter and got to packing them.

"Terrel! Some help please!" She called out her 19 year old son who was somewhere in the house, hopefully.

Unsurprised at all that she received no response, she carried on packing the goods into the fridge and cupboards.

After a few minutes, Terrel jogged down the stairs and walked into the kitchen.

"You finally show up... when I'm nearly done packing," Y/N said as she paced around the kitchen.

"Hey, uh, dad called and said Louis and I can come over. Is it cool with you?" He asked while continuously tapping on the marble counter.

(A/N: Not Lewis!! 💆🏽‍♀️)

"Sure, you wanna take my car?" Y/N genuinely asked, earning a raised brow from her oldest son.

His mopey expressions were nowhere near gone but Y/N shrugged it off.

"You're gonna let me drive your less than a month old foreign? You?" He questioned in disbelief.

"Sure, why not? And this chance doesn't come by too often so I would take it if I were you." She said before popping her head back into the fridge.

"Of course, of course. We're about to head out right now- Louis!" He yelled out, calling his younger brother.

"So... you're just gonna act like everything's okay?" He cut to the chase, making Y/N tense up.

"Isn't everything okay?" She shrugged.

"You're just gonna pretend like Dad didn't leave you- US for another woman?!" He got angry all over again.

Odell recently called his marriage quits and found another woman, to be quite frank. He was adamant on getting divorce papers and cutting all ties with Y/N, which she was fine with, but it was taking a toll on her children.

"I'm not pretending, that's what he did!"

"Ma, you're not even fighting for him! He'd probably get back to his senses if you talked and reasoned with him." He stressed.

In all actuality, Y/N was just as bothered by this situation, she just didn't know how to handle it, other than "having to be strong".

"So it's my fault that your father decided to move on? Out of nowhere for that matter. That doesn't seem suspicious to you, Terrel?"

He paused for a second, clenching his jaw. "Yes, it's your fault-"

"Terrel Beckham-"

"Tell Louis he'll find me in the car." He walked off.

She didn't even bother fighting him; he was much angrier than she was. Y/N took slow, deep breaths to ease the painful lump in her throat that threatened to bring tears to her eyes.