Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Chapter 37

Chapter 37 

I walk out of the cla*s, one of the bag straps  securely on my shoulders as I bring it forward to  search through it. I mumble something incoherent  as my fingers fumble through endless papers. 

“Crap.” I groan as I stumble into a hard chest. I  lost my footing and ended up tumbling on the  floor. My knees hit the hard tiled floor and I grunt. 

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“Shit sorry.” 

I freeze, hearing the voice that currently haunts  me at night. The voice of my attempted rapist. My  heart thumps painfully as I clutch on to my bag for  dear life. Peter’s here. 

Finding the courage, I finally stood up and lift my  head to stare into his eyes. I’m not surprised to  feel the crippling fear as the images of him pinning  me down resurfaces in my head. 

“Look Ashley-” He looks at me with regret etched  on his face. Purple dotted underneath his right eye  and is a bit swollen. I see his lips moving but 

somehow my brain doesn’t process a word he  says. 

My bottom lip trembles as I quickly turn around  and run away from him. I’m knocking people’s  shoulder’s and having them curse at me but I don’t  care as I want to move away from Peter’s  presence. 

“Ashley, wait!” He begged. I could hear his voice  now distant as I round the corner. My breathing is  shallow as I struggle to ease my internal struggle.  My brain is pounding inside my skull. 

Anxiety is crawling inside my body, clutching unto  me until I could no longer know where I was going.  All I know is that I needed to get away from him,  from his presence. 

into yet another chest. I stumble but a  huge hand circles

short pants as I  struggle in whoever’s arms. “Ashley!” The voice  sounds familiar. I breath in the scent of mint and

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his chest as I try to regain back  my composure. “He’s- he’s he-re.” I stuttered out  and clutch on to the soft material of Blake’s shirt.  His scent engulfs me and eases my mind. I was

voice  that he was impatient to know who had

 until I could feel his hand fist on my back.

I knew what would happen if he went  to look for

I clutched his shirt more firmly and shake my  head. “Please don’t, I need you.” I pleaded as I  pressed my

us  and I realized that everyone was looking. Blake  must realize this

the  aggressive tone. I heard their rushing

me but  clutches my way smaller hand as he guides me out  of

us from the heat of the sun. The field  is empty except for some tiny black birds pecking  at whatever was buried

follow suit. We  were close to each other, close enough to not  seem like just a friendly embrace. His back leans  on the tree as

is  present in his tone but he tries very hard to mask  it. I

to me but I

try to force you or anything right?”  He was anxious for my answer I could tell by the

I uttered and rest my head  between his shoulder and neck. He visibly sighs  with relief and kisses the top of my head.

what  he did. I hate that you’re battling this on your own  and I can’t

my head. I knew what he was going to  say. But I didn’t want that. I believe in second  chances and by the looks of it,

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