Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Cold. That‘s how the water felt as it poured over my naked body. The tiles were cold as I sluned into a sitting position at the bottom. Everything was so cold.

Goosebumps tose on my skin as what felt like tiny pellets of ice spill all over my skin with my knees up to my chest and my forearm resting on top, I bend my head to sink my teeth into the skin of my arm.

A sob racked over me I was numb to the core, I could feel nothing. I bite into my skin harder than before. Still nothing. I wanted to scream, wanted to ask god why he would do this to us

Why do we always have to be tortured?

It was not fair.

My black hair curtained around me, sticking to my wet skin. It was night time. After showing Blake to the guest room he had not bothered to come out yet.

I knew I had to expect that. Doctor Gomez did warn me beforehand. But was it stupid to have wished that he wouldn‘t have suffered these kind of complications?

Life was not fair.

I retracted my teeth from my skin, I had tortured myself enough. I needed to be strong For the both of us. It was normal for him to treat me this way, he doesn‘t know me, he doesn‘t remember me

slowly to my feet. My legs felt numb, cold, useless. But my fingers, they were a different story, they

I imagine wringing their necks for causing my man pain. I imagine killing them for

the loud ring of my phone. I sighed withdrawing my hands away from the faucet. I really hope it‘s not that god forsaken evil boss of

calling even though I had explained my situation to him.

out. My fingers work quick to grasp my towel and wrap it swiftly

Our room.

I rolled my eyes groaning slightly. “I‘m coming, I‘m coming.” I grumble on

name pop up. Hastily I reach over and curl my fingers around it, lift it and swiftly

breakdown.” I squeezed my eyes shut and

do this Ryan. I can‘t.” 1 hiccup. I was not strong. I never was. Blake was the

blasted through the phone when I had not answered the first time I stopped crying and

us. I mean how do you think I feel knowing that my bestfriend slash cousin thinks my name

I find myself giggling. I lift my hand to wipe a finger underneath my eyes. “Yeah, I remember when he used to joke

He doesn‘t remember me at all. How is that even possible?” I

brain can‘t remember you, the feelings that made his heart race will still be there.