Brice POV
All day Ive been thinking about the file and what could possibly be on it. If Don's being exposed for something...that must mean he has secrets right? But Don tells me everything. Right?Wrong.
"Hellooooo earth to Brice!" Claire says waving a hand in front of my face.
"W-what. Im sorry." I stutter
"Gosh whats got you so weird." Claire asks
"Yea you literally sat there just watching the wall." Kira states as she sits in front of me on the floor in Claire's room.
"Its nothing. Just wondering when Im gonna be expected to go home." I partly lie cause I really do wonder when my parents are gonna want me to come back. Or are they even gonna want me back at all.
I still have to attend school while people here have started.
"Thats never been a problem before? You usually just leave when ever." Claire says, getting up to grab her remote.
"I meant..home...home. Like US home." I explain and Kira's mouth makes the O shape.
"Well-"
"Nope. They arent taking you away from us. I dont care if you have to move in with us." Claire says,interrupting Kira.
"Yea. You're like a third sister. We got really close over the course of only like 3 months." Kira adds.
"I love you guys." I smile.
"Alright alright. Lets watch some TV so we can get our minds off of all this sappy stuff."Claire says as she switches the Tv on to the brittish gossip channel.
Man do I wish I would've stopped her.
Now for you're gossip of the week...Is America's daughter losing control?
My eyes snapped up to the screen.
"I think we should watch something else guys." I suggest but, but ignored
"The presidents daughter, as you know, was sent to England. After countless weeks of not knowing her where abouts, we met Brice Brooks at an old school handing out books. The 17 year old was all smiles as she hugged and met with each child."
Footage of me smiling was shown and I avoided looking at Kira and Claire's shocked faces.
Well its too late to stop it now.
"Although, all this charity is very touching to the heart, our reporters saw a different side of Americas angel. Not only does the 17 year old have a new look but It turns out that Brice is seeing the alleged man who had strangled and raped her. Cry for help..not even close. We see here that Brice is allegedly kissing her rapist before leaving what we think is his home here in England."
Shit. The day the paps caught us.
"Afterwards late at night, a bodyguard from the castle spotted Brice opening her bedroom window with what appears to be a stick of weed in hand."
A picture of me with messy hair, and the window open and a blunt in hand displayed on the screen.
"I send my sympathy to the family and request that Brice Brooks gets help. She is not the roll model for the kids of England..and definitely not the one for the kids of America. This is BRET news with your Brittish entertainment."
The Tv shuts off and I slowly turn to meet Kira and Claire's already pissed faces.
"Why didnt you tell us?" Claire asks in disbelief.
YOU ARE READING
My Ride Or Die
Short StoryBrice Brooks is a spoiled, preppy, yet beyond beautiful rich girl. Her father; Henry Brooks; is the president of the United States. Brice gets anything and everything she wants. Now I know you probably think shes a bitch but...shes not...at least no...