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. 

yet another chest. I stumble but a

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

He whispers as he pulls me

on 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

in his voice  that

him stiffen around me  until I could feel his hand fist on

spits and makes a move  to pull away. I knew what would happen if he went  to look for Peter. I

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

 tightly, it’s then I hear the mumbling around us  and I realized that everyone

makes me slightly jump at the  aggressive tone. I heard their rushing footsteps

smaller hand as he guides me out  of the school. It was supposed to be lunchtime but

heat of the sun. The field

a friendly embrace. His back leans

he try to do-” He doesn’t finish. Fear is  present in his tone but he tries very hard

to speak to me but I didn’t

was anxious for my answer I could tell

 between his shoulder and neck. He visibly sighs

that you’re battling this on your own  and I can’t help you. It F*cking hurts me. Please  you

believe in second  chances and by the looks of it,

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