Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Chapter 69

This is how I imagined it to be if I were in an accident.  Darkness, confusion and pain shooting behind my head.

My body felt heavy like I had drunk too much and now  lost the ability to move my limbs.

Through the pain and the numbness I could hear the  closing of draws. Good then I was waking up. I forced my  fingers to move, doing one at a time.

They felt stiff until I clenched them.

It is then I feel something wrapped around my wrist. It is  wrapped so tightly that I am unable to shift my hands,  only my fingers. It was digging into my flesh, certainly  leaving a mark.

My lips part as I groan, forcing my heavy eyelids to open.  My vision is blurry at first but it soon clears when I blink.  The sight of the woman that seemed so harmless was in  front of me smirking.

“Good you’re awake.” She smiles.

I pressed my lips together and tried to move out of the  wooden chair she seemed to have placed me in. But my  hands are bonded behind the chair and my ankles are  tied together.

I stop struggling seeing that it is useless for now. “Why  are you even doing this? I don’t know you.” I spit feeling  my head pulse. Whatever she had in that cloth certainly  did a number on me.

She raises a brow and bends until her eyes are at my  level. “So you’re saying that Asher never mentioned me?  I thought what we had was special?” She mocked then  reaches over to pinch my cheeks.

I shake my head angrily not wanting her nasty hands on  my face. “My dad never mentioned a senile person.” I  glared. Maybe I shouldn’t provoke her.

She throws her head back laughing. “Senile? Darling I’m  perfectly okay.” She sighs and gets up.

She trails a finger down my cheek and I immediately feel  disgust. “You look just like your mom. Pretty and perfect.  It’s no wonder all the guys go for y’all.”

I wrench away from her fingers as best as I could and  glared up into her cold eyes. “Don’t touch me.” I  snapped.

She smirks. “What, you rather Blake touch you huh? Like  how he Fcked you in clas, in the bathroom and on the  field?”

us all those times? Was she the one who  took

out pictures of y’all for memories. I sent one to  you

lady could  really have pa*sed for an innocent person. I

remember your

blank. But I see the rage in those  depths. “Until your whore of a mother came into the  picture.” She

I didn’t even  know my

but it doesn’t. I  nod keeping my face neutral. “Shelly, you’re still holding  on to the past? From what I get, my dad left you for my  mom and you still

conversation while twisting my  hands behind me to get free. But it proves fruitless as  the rope

 and dad? I simply want revenge for being sent to prison.  They caused it. They left me there to rot for five damn  years. Five

 doll of a daughter that’s really not so innocent like they

by now  they notice I haven’t gotten home yet.” I

and motions to the counter top. I spot  my bag and

using my finger since I

his studies.” She smirks. “Don’t worry I texted

bitch, leave  him out of this!” I shout on the verge of crying. I didn’t  care that I was now cursing. Like she said I was not

worried when I left the  school. I got to say

away like the way she would do  to a fly that was persistent on flying beside

way. He should be here  any minute now.” She giggles

the kitchen and where she placed me I got a  good view of the front door. Hopefully I’d be able to  warn Blake before he enters. Though I

mouth to scream. “Help!  Someone help

her. She pulls out a black  shiny object and my mouth slam shut right away.

with the gun in her hand and wiggles  it. “Now, now none of

cold. I knew she wouldn’t think twice to kill me. She  was playing with me. This was a game. I just needed to  play. “Blake will know something is up. I don’t come to  this part of town. No one sensible enough comes around

 duct tape. “He simply thinks that you helped a blind old  woman

here. He sounded in a rush to come pick you up  so don’t worry darling he’ll join the game soon

with the gun and duct tape in hand.  She places the gun on the counter and smirks at me as  she tears a piece of the tap. “Look Shelly I don’t think  your mom would like

haven’t seen my parents in years. I  also blame your parents for