Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Chapter 62 

I closed the door quietly behind me, not wanting to let  mom know that I was home…early. I curse softly  underneath my breath when it still happens to make a  loud thud. 

I hold my breath when a petite woman rounds the corner  with a basket full of laundry. Her brown hair set into a  messy burn atop of her head. Some tendrils framed her  face as she forced to hold the basket. 

She turns to face the door and her eyes widen in  confusion. She places the basket down on the floor and  saunters over to me. 

“How are you so early today baby? Are you sick?” She  asked using the back of her hand to press on my  forehead and neck. 

“Uhh…” I drew out not knowing what to say exactly. 

Should I tell her the truth? No I probably should not. I  open my mouth to speak but the home phone rings in  the living room.

“I’ll be back.” Mom says and turns around to walk  quickly to the phone. I sighed and start to head upstairs  when she comes around the corner frantically. Her eyes  glaring at me. I gulped. 

“Ashley Grey, why did you break a girl’s nose!?” Mom  hissed coming towards me with the phone still pressed  to her ear. 

I bite my bottom lip shrinking back at the intensity of her  glare. “It was an accident.” 

She scowled. “Your fist doesn’t magically end up on  someone’s nose Ashley.” 

I shrugged. “She was asking for it.” 

Her eyes narrow. “Baby I’ll call you back, I need to talk to  our daughter without you asking me questions through  the phone. It’s distracting. “ 

called. But  how

me. “Ashley what were you thinking? I  did

 a punch nothing more. Her nose will heal unfortunately.”  I mumble the last part

 “Unfortunately? Ashley what has gotten into you? What

say I was tired. I was tired  of being a target. I was tired that I had to keep Blake and  I’s relationship a secret because

“You and Blake

got from

punched is his ex  girlfriend who thought it would be funny to fake a  pregnancy then taunt me

almost comically.

Blake doesn’t know yet that  she’s not actually pregnant. I should tell him

you the right to punch her  on the nose. You could’ve caused serious damage. I’m  glad that you stood up for yourself but that was not the  way to do it.” She frowned.

deserved two. I would not

am not mad at you darling, let’s hope your  dad doesn’t ground

of being grounded. “Mom you have to talk to  him before he does.” I pleaded.

if you tell me about

will  just not now. I need to change out of this clothes and  probably

 His voice was loud.

on the floor because of  my sock cladded feet. I find my fingers tugging the door  open swiftly and amble down stairs. An

want to be grounded for

 dad. His suit is still on which means he just came from  work. His head is down, staring at a white envelope as he  grips

doesn’t feel

envelope and noticed that he wasn’t only  clutching it but a picture. My stomach drops and I feel  the blood drain from my face