Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste Chapter 69


    This is how I imagined it to be if I were in an ident.  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.


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    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 ced 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  red. Maybe I shouldn’t provoke her.


    She throws her head backughing. “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  red up into her cold eyes. “Don’t touch me.” I


    snapped.


    She smirks. “What, you rather ke touch you huh? Like  how he Fcked you in s, in the bathroom


    and on the  field?”


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


    one who  took the pictures of us? Was she the stalker?


    “I took out pictures of y’all for memories. I sent one to  you and your dad did you not get it?” She asked


    innocently.


    If it weren’t for the evil glint in her eyes thisdy could  really have pa*sed for an innocent person. I did


    not  answer her, not wanting to give her the satisfaction.


    She looks up at her old wooden ceiling and sighed as if  in a trance. “I remember your dad and I


    F*cking like that  in school.” She giggles then looks down at me.


    Her expression goes nk. But I see the rage in those  depths. “Until your whore of a mother came into


    the  picture.” She roars.


    “So that’s it…” I drawled out realizing that I didn’t even  know my captor’s name. She rolls her eyes.


    “Shelly.”


    The name feels like it should 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 that


    resentment?”


    I was trying to make conversation while twisting my  hands behind me to get free. But it proves fruitless


    as  the rope bite into my flesh.


    She snorts. “Do you really 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 for five damn  years. Five years can really change


    someone. ” She bends  down to my level.


    “And 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 hatred.


    “They’re going toe for me Shelly. I’m sure by now  they notice I haven’t gotten home yet.” I hissed.


    Sheughs louder and motions to the counter top. I spot  my bag and I feel nauseous. My phone was


    in there. She


    could’ve definitely unlocked it using my finger since I  was unconscious.


    “I don’t think they are worried since you’re helping 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 going on here.”


    My heart pounds and lips 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 she said I was not so  innocent.


    She widens her eyes in fake shock. “But didn’t you want  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. Too bad you ruin


    everything you touch  just like your mom.”


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


    her.


    “Anyway it’s toote, he’s on his way. He should be here  any minute now.” She giggles and walks to a


    drawer.


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


    to  warn ke before he enters. Though I highly doubted it.


    She opens the drawers, her back facing me. I use that  opportunity to open my mouth to scream. “Help!


    Someone help me! Someone please help me!” I  screamed as loud as I could.


    My eyes are still looking at her. She pulls out a ck  shiny object and my mouth m shut right away.


    A gun.


    She 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 so early.”


    I feel cold. I knew she wouldn’t think twice to kill me. She  was ying with me. This was a game. I just


    needed to  y. “ke will know something is up. I don’te to  this part of town. No one sensible


    enoughes around  here.”


    She rolls her eyes digging into 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 which happens


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


    soon enough.”


    She walks over me with the gun and duct tape in hand.  She ces the gun on the counter and smirks


    at me as  she tears a piece of the tap. “Look Shelly I don’t think  your mom would like what you’re


    doing-“


    She cackles. “Darling I haven’t seen my parents in years. I  also me your parents for that.”


    So she lied about bringing pills to her mom? This also  means that this psycho lives alone.


    She thenes to me and ces the tap over my  mouth. My voice is muffled by the tap. I re at her


    in  hatred.


    “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to pay them  back for what they did to me. Because of


    them I couldn’t  get a decent job, my parents disowned me and no one  looked at me the same


    anymore. They ruined me. Just  like I will ruin you.” She hisses.


    Then she smiles and kisses my lips, the only thing  blocking our lips from touching was the tap. Bile


    rose in  my throat as I wrenched back.


    “Now stay still little doll.” She grins and pulls back. She  walks to the counter and clutches the gun.


    The sound of a familiar motorcycle is loud as it nears the  house. My heart races as sweat covers my


    skin. Oh ke.  Please don’te. My eyes filled with water when Shelly  walks up to the window and


    peeks behind the curtain.


    She smirks pulling away and stares at me. “Looks like your loverboy is here. I need to get ready.” She


    almost  squeals as she walks away and disappears god knows  where.


    I feel helpless as tears roll down my cheeks. I hear the  motorcycle stop and I knew ke must be


    coming over  here. I shake my head trying to scream and fumble  around to escape my coffins.


    I feel dread cross my features when ke’s voice calls  out for me. “Is anyone here? Ashley?” He


    shouts. His  voice was close to the door. I try to scream again  pushing my tongue onto the tap to see if


    it could move.  It doesn’t.


    “Come in ke, she’s using the bathroom. She’ll be back  in a minute!” Shelly’s voice shouts from an


    unknown part  of the house. I cried louder wanting him to hear me.


    I push up on my feet, feeling that the chair rises a bit and  m back down. It’s loud and I really hope


    he hears it.  The door opens and I shake my head furiously widening  my eyes in rm as ke


    enters.


    His blue eyes widen in horror when he sees me. “What  the F*ck?” He roars and runs up to me in


    panic.


    I shake my head shouting for him to leave this ce  before he gets hurt. But any sound I want to make


    gets  muffled by the tap.


    He quickly pulls the tap away from my mouth. I ignore  the sting it leaves and shout. “ke get out,


    leave me  and call the cop-“


    I didn’t have time to finish when the sound of a loud  bang stops me. My eyes widen in terror and pain


    when I  look down at the right side of ke’s chest. Blood was  already seeping into the material of his


    shirt. I open my  mouth to scream but nothinges out.


    His eyes wide as he stares at me in shock. “Ashley?” He  calls out and falls to his knees as he gasps


    out in pain  and looks down at his chest.


    “Now why would you want to ruin my fun?” Shelly hissed  entering the kitchen with the gun aiming at


    ke and I.  She shot him. She shot ke.