My Ride Or Die

Chapter 18

Brice POV
Who is this? I dont recognize the number at all but this shit is freaking me out. I throw my phone to the end of the bed and lay back down, huffing. I have enough problems as is right now.

I look over at the dresser and notice something on it. I get out of bed and walk towards it in confusion and as I get closer, my jaw drops in shock. They were pictures..of my throat the day that Khalil found me. I knew cause my wounds around my purple and blue throat looked fresh. I could make out the hand print of Don.

My cheeks had lost color in the picture too and the last picture showed a paramedic opening my eye only to see the whites of it. Oh my gosh. I dropped the pictures instantly and backed away.

No Don wouldnt do this. He wouldnt hurt me like that. He cared for me. I...I love him.

Do you really Brice? Or do you just love how he made you feel?

No! I fucking loved him!

But im pretty sure you love Khalil. Look at those pictures..Don hurt you as bad as you just hurt Khalil.

I looked down at the pictures. No this is all a lie. A nightmare. The knock at my bedroom door makes me jump as I put a hand to my chest.

"W-who is it?"

"You're ladys servant." A brittish accent says.

I open the door and a tall man in a butler uniform gives me a straight smile and hands me a small box.

"What is it?"

"A small package had arrived for you."

"Thank you." I say with what little manners I had left as he nodded and walked away.

Shutting my door I examine the package. There was no name except for mine on it. No address or anything so I couldnt find out who it was from. I place it on the dresser and pull the strings to open it. As soon as the box opens, a strong scent hits my face and I cough. I look in it to see some plain cigarettes and a lighter.

"What the?" I whisper to myself as I take out a small note.

-Lets start small, shall we. Use them..use them all up and that picture wont get out, you're secret will be kept, and your little jail boy will be free'd.

I look back at the cigarettes and take one out. The first time I did this..Khalil had given it to me and it was horrible but if this means Don could be free..does that mean Don isnt really in jail?

I shake my head and drop the cigarette back into the box before grabbing the box and sliding it under my stuffy bed.

I stand up and fix my hair into a messy ponytail before going out to hopefully find something to eat. I havent eaten since yesterday afternoon.

I walk down the long hall and hear voices coming from around the corner. Following the scent of eggs, bacon, grits, and sausage I make my way into the kitchen where Rupert, Anisa, and Khalil are sitting at a table eating and laughing but once they see me, all laughter dies and I stand there awkwardly.

Rupert clears his throat and gives me a small wave as Khalil looks down at his food and Anisa looks everywhere around the room.

"You hungry?" Rupert asks

"Uh.n-no its ok Im just gonna head back to my room." I stutter

"Was expecting that." Anisa mumbles as she sips her orange juice and I squint at her.

"Wanna say that louder." I mock

She puts her juice down and glares at me, "I said..Was expecting that. Can you hear now bitch!"

"Alright thanks no one asked for the tude bitch."

"Well thats all you've been showing! You just lay in bed all day and think about some pimp who's in fucking jail and almost choked you to death." Anisa snaps standing up.

"He's not even in fucking jail! Isnt that right Khalil." I cross my arms and look at him and he looks up at me slowly as I see him clench is jaw.

"Yea." He finally says and Anisa looks at him shocked.

"Did you know Rupert?" She asks

"Yea...Don was taken into the station to be questioned but as of now hes just being held there till they find evidence that he did this to the presidents daughter." Rupert sighs.

I shake my head, "You will do anything for me not to be happy huh."

Khalil just looks back down and I rush back to my room and slam the door before bending to get the box from under my bed. I pull out one cigarette and the lighter before pushing the box under the bed again.

I grab my coat and slide it on before stuffing the stuff in my pocket. I slide on my boots and walk out of my room.

Walking right past them I hear Anisa call out, "WHERE ARE YOU GOING?"

"OUT" I say with out giving them one  glance.
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I sit on a bench in the empty public park as I pull out the cigarette and the lighter. I sigh.

"You gonna light it or should I?"

I jump and look up at a girl who looked probably no more than a year older than me in a sweater dress, high socks, and boots. Her hair was black and blue.

She laughs at my confused face, "Where are my manners. Im Claire. You must be new around here cause Ive never seen you and I know everyone here."

"Oh y-yea Im Brice."

"Nice to meet you. You from the U.S?"

I nod.

"Yea you talk like an American." She says in her brittish accent.

She pulls out a cigarette and puts her hand out as I hand over the lighter and she lights it up before handing the lighter back to me.

I look back at the lighter and the cigarette.

"First time." She asks knowingly before taking a seat next to me.

"Sort of."

"You know how to do it?"

I flick the lighter and light the cigarette and she smiles.

"There ya go."

I look in amazement at how naturally she smoked.

"I know. Smoking isnt good for you. I dont love smoking but it just takes away my problems and I have a lot of shit Im going through."

I nod, "You and me both."

I finally put the cigarette in my mouth and take a long drag of it; instantly feeling calm and relaxed. I blow out the puff and then I look at Claire and we just start laughing.

"This could be the start of a good friendship." She says and I nod smiling.