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?”

she see us all those times? Was she the one who  took the pictures of

memories. I sent one to  you and your dad did you not get it?” She asked

eyes this lady could  really have pa*sed

if  in a trance. “I remember your dad and I F*cking like that  in school.” She giggles then looks

the rage in those  depths. “Until your

it…” I drawled out realizing that I didn’t even  know

you’re still holding  on to the past? From what I get, my dad left

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

to prison.  They caused it. They left me there to rot for five damn  years. Five years can really change someone. ” She

I’m going to take pleasure in ruining their pretty  doll of a daughter that’s really not so innocent like they  thought.” She blows a kiss cackling when I shoot her a  look of

now  they notice

to the counter top. I spot  my bag and I feel nauseous. My phone was in

unlocked it using my finger since I  was

are worried since you’re helping Ryan  with his studies.” She smirks. “Don’t worry I texted your  boyfriend too. I think he’ll

bitch, leave  him out of this!” I shout on the verge of crying. I didn’t  care

“But didn’t you want  him to join us? He seemed to be worried when I left the  school. I got to say

her hand away like the way she would do  to a fly that was persistent on

late, he’s on his way. He should be here  any minute now.” She giggles and

view of the front door. Hopefully I’d be able to  warn Blake before he enters. Though I

open my mouth to

still looking at her. She pulls out a black  shiny

turns around with the gun in her hand and wiggles  it. “Now, now none of that screaming darling. I’d hate to  kill our fun

wouldn’t think twice to kill me. She  was playing with me. This was a game. I just needed to  play.

draw and pulls out a  duct tape. “He simply thinks that you helped a blind old

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

over me with the gun and duct tape in hand.  She places the gun on the counter and smirks at me as  she tears

in years. I  also blame