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?”

the blood drain from my face as I peered up at her.  Did she see us all those times? Was she the one

memories. I sent one to  you

 really have pa*sed for an innocent person. I did not  answer her, not wanting to give her

if  in a trance. “I remember your dad and I F*cking like that  in

But I see the rage in those  depths. “Until your whore of a

drawled out realizing that I didn’t even  know my captor’s name. She rolls

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

twisting my  hands behind me to get free. But

think I care about your mom  and dad? I simply want revenge for being sent to prison.  They caused it. They left me there to rot

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

sure by now

spot  my bag and I feel nauseous. My

it using my finger since

 with his studies.” She smirks. “Don’t worry I texted your  boyfriend too. I think he’ll

this!” I shout on the verge of crying. I didn’t  care that I was now cursing. Like

 him to join us? He seemed to be worried when I left the  school. I got to say that the guy is head over heels in  love with you.

like the way she would do  to a

it’s too late, he’s on his way. He should be here  any minute now.”

got a  good view of the front door. Hopefully I’d be able to  warn Blake before he enters. Though I highly doubted

her back facing me. I use that  opportunity to open my mouth to scream. “Help!  Someone help me! Someone please help me!” I

eyes are still looking at her. She pulls out a black

 it. “Now, now none of that screaming

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

the draw and pulls out a  duct tape. “He simply thinks that you helped a blind old  woman you met on the way to her home

reside here. He sounded in a rush to come pick you up  so

duct tape in hand.  She places the gun on the counter and smirks at

my parents in years. I  also blame