Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste Chapter 69

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 the pictures of us? Was she the

one to  you and your dad did you not

have pa*sed for an

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

in those  depths. “Until your whore of

realizing that I didn’t even  know my captor’s name. She rolls her eyes.

keeping my face neutral. “Shelly, you’re still holding  on to the past? From what

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

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 for five damn

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

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

 my bag and I feel nauseous. My phone

definitely unlocked it using my finger since I

Ryan  with his studies.” She smirks. “Don’t worry I texted your  boyfriend too. I think he’ll add more fun to our little  game we have

I shout on the verge of crying. I didn’t

be worried when I left the  school. I got to say that the guy is head over heels in

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

be here  any minute now.” She giggles and walks

in the kitchen and where she placed me I got a  good view of the front door. Hopefully I’d be

 opportunity to open my mouth to

still looking at her. She pulls out a black  shiny object and

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

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

thinks that you helped a blind old  woman you met on the way to her

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

the gun on the counter and smirks at me as  she tears

seen my parents in

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