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 around my waist and

voice  sounds familiar. I breath

me

his chest as I try to regain back  my composure. “He’s- he’s he-re.” I stuttered out  and clutch

tell by the strain in his voice  that he was

felt him stiffen around me  until I could feel

I knew what would happen if he went  to look for Peter. I didn’t

don’t, I need you.” I pleaded as I  pressed my face on

defeat. Hugging me to him  tightly, it’s then I hear the mumbling around us  and I realized that everyone was looking. Blake

the F*ck are y’all looking at?” He roars. It’s  loud and it makes me slightly jump at the  aggressive

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

field, underneath a huge tree  that shades us from the heat of the sun. The field  is empty except for some tiny black birds pecking  at whatever was buried in the gra*s.

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

do-” He doesn’t finish. Fear is  present in his tone but he tries very hard to mask  it. I shake my head and lay my palm

speak to me but I didn’t give him the

anything right?”  He was anxious for my answer I could

he hadn’t.” I uttered and rest my head  between his shoulder and neck. He visibly sighs  with relief and kisses

I hate that you’re battling this on

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, Peter had seemed  regretful for what he

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