My Ride Or Die

Chapter 28

1 Month Later

Khalil POV
I breathe in some fresh air as Brice wraps her dainty hands around my arm and lays her head on my shoulder.

"Finally time." I say and I feel her nod.

A whole month of me, Anisa, Rupert, and the Queen doing in and out visits on Brice at the Rehabilitation center and she finally ges to go home. Not just the castle home but..the white house home.

Im so happy to have Brice now back with me every second of every day. Leaving her after those visiting hours was just torture. I dont know if it was the bodyguard side of me or just.....me.

I turn and Brice goes over to her bag and continues to pack the rest of her things.

"I finally feel like-" she stopped for a second and looked everywhere but my eyes "-like Im different..Im better."

I slowly begin to walk towards her.

"No, im not the same push over Brice that did everything she was told to do, but...Im not the same Brice that went and got high, drank, and fell for boys that just wanted to get in her pants."

I stood in front of her and crossed my arms, "What Brice are you then?"

She looks up at me as tears fall and she smiles," Im the Brice that finally knows who she is, who has supportive friends to help her when she loses her way, the one that can stand up for herself but still knows her place. Im healthy, im alive-"

"You're here." I interrupt as I smile.

She giggles and then intertwines our hands which takes me by surprise but not as much as when she says, "And..I love you."

Now I feel like crying like damn. She laughs as she raises one hand to wipe a tear that fell down my cheek. She slowly snakes her hand around my neck and pulls me down with her other one gripping my shirt.

Our lips finally meet and I think we both melted into each other. The kiss was passionate and every single damn emotion was in it. We pull away and our foreheads touch as I whisper, "You got me weak babe."

She laughs as she shoves me away and continues packing.
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I grip Brice's hand as we push through photographers yelling incoherent insults and questions.

"THE DRUGGIE IS OUT!"

"GO BACK TO BLOODIE AMERICA"

"IS THIS THE NEW BOY TOY!"

I shove as many of them out the way; not caring who got fucking hurt, as long as it wasn't my baby.

Once we get into the castle, Brice immediatley hugs the Queen and then Anisa and Rupert.

"Im glad that you're better. I am so proud of how far you've come in only a month and just in time to." The Queen says as she holds Brice at arms length.

"Yea. It was definitely a hard journey but Im glad that all of you were there to help me." Brice states and we all smile at her.

Brice POV
I begin to walk with Anisa to my room as Khalil walks out of it.

"I put your back pack on your bed but Ill come back later on to get the rest of your stuff before our flight tomorrow."

"Oh you're going out?" I ask

"Yea, Rupert wants to get drinks." He shrugs

"But you're only 18!"

"They dont care here." He chuckles before pecking my lips and walking off.

Anisa and I sit on my bed and thats when I notice her expression.

"What?!" I ask

"You and Khalil...together???" She smirks

I blushed and tried to cover it with my hair.

"Awwww. Finally!" Anisa sighs and I snap my head up.

"What? Everyones been waiting for this since forever ago." She shrugs

"Wow." I shake my head.

"So the big 1-8 is tomorrow. Whatcha thinking about doing?" Anisa asks as she spreads herself on my bed.

"I dont think I wanna do anything." I shrug.

"What! Brice you only turn 18 once!"

"Yea but after everything thats happened the past few months, Im not in the party mood."

"Atleast celebrate somehow. You deserve it."

"I dont know."

"How about Rupert and I fly out with you two tomorrow back to the U.S. We could go out and do something. Just the four of us." Anisa suggests and now thinking about that it sounds really good to just be around my friends.

"Yea ok."

She beams as she stands up and walks towards the door.

"Im gonna go tell mom about this."

I chuckle to myself, hearing Anisa run down the hall. I walk over to my dresser mirror and look at my dead hair. Ugh. Its worse than I remember. Its all dry and dark. I sigh and look for my brush, only to come across..a small box.

The same familiar small box I got every week that led me into temptation and put me in the spot I was in three months ago. A helpless mess. Im not gonna lie..a bit of me was definitely tempted to look at what was inside and smoke th shit out of it..but that would diminish everything I worked for.

Angrily I grabbed the box, threw it in the trash, and then lit a piece of paper on fire before dropping it in. I then grabbed my water bottle and poured into the trash so that all that was there were ashes.

No more of this Bitch.