My Ride Or Die

Chapter 30

Brice POV
I open my eyes as I feel my phone vibrate. Its time. I shove my blankets off to reveal my black joggers, black socks, and white tank top. Getting out of bed I walk over to my mirror and pull my messy hair up into a messy bun before walking over to my sneakers that sat on the outside of my closet and slipping them on.

I grab my phone and the note before slipping out of my room and into the quiet hall. I make my way down the hall and take a moment to run my fingers over the wall and look at all the portraits before getting to the one of my family.

Oh wait, my mistake. My "family." I shake my head in annoyance at the picture of me as a preteen with a nice gown standing in between my mother in another gown and my father in a professional suit.

"What a family huh." I mumble to myself before continuing down the hall.

I open the door to my parents room and I walk over to my moms side.

"You always did pay more attention to me. You loved me the way dad wouldnt..but then you changed..for him. For this election. Why mom?" I whisper to her sleeping body.

I notice the heart locket necklace that had me and her on the inside. I unclasped it from her neck carefully and put it on.

Walking over to my dads side, anger just built up in me. I had to refrain myself from smacking the shit out of his sleeping figure. I took out the note and placed it on his bed side table. I then reached into his drawer and pulled out one of the many envelopes.

I slipped the envelope into my joggers pocket and walked over to the door. I looked back at the people I supposedly called "parents" for most of my life.
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No One POV
"She's planning on running Don."

"Dont let her..if she does..find her. I love her. Its all a misunderstanding."
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Brice POV
I hopped down the window and Khalil caught me again. We ran over to his motorcycle after getting through the gates. Gosh its fucking cold. Khalil hands me a hoodie and I give him a thankful smile as I pull it on and pull the hoodie over my head.

We hop on and I wrap my arms around his waist.

He hands me shades, "Shades at 4 in the morning?"

"You dont wanna be noticed." He explains and I nod.

"You put your stuff around back?" He asks and I nod.

"Brice..do you really wanna go through with this. We dont have to. I dont want you making a mistake you'll regret." He sighs

"Khalil..look at me."

I grab his face and place a sweet and passionate kiss on his lips.

"Im taking control for once in my life."

He sighs and faces the road again. He starts up the bike and the engine roars.

"You sure about this?" He asks one last time.

"Of course. You're my ride or die."
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The End.

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