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 who

one to  you and your dad did you not get it?” She asked

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

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

goes blank. But I see the rage in those  depths.

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

ring a bell 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 hold

was trying to make conversation while twisting my  hands behind me to

caused it. They left me there to rot for five damn  years. Five years

going to take pleasure in ruining their pretty  doll of a daughter that’s really not so innocent like they

going to come for me Shelly. I’m sure by now  they notice I haven’t

top. I spot  my bag and I feel nauseous. My phone

it using my finger since

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

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

join us? He seemed to be worried when I left the  school. I got to say that

flips her hand away like the way she would do  to a fly that

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

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

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

black  shiny object and my mouth slam

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

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

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

you up  so

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

my parents in years. I  also blame