Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste novel 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.

I turned around to see if he was following me only  to crash into yet another chest. I stumble but a  huge hand circles around my waist and prevents  me from tumbling down. I need to get away.

My breathing is now coming in short pants as I  struggle in whoever’s arms. “Ashley!” The voice  sounds familiar. I breath in the scent of mint and  instantly my body relaxes in Blake’s arms.

“What’s wrong baby?” He whispers as he pulls me  more into him until we are practically hugging.

My cheek rests 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  safe with him.

“Who’s here?” I could tell by the strain in his voice  that he was impatient to know who had scared me.

“Peter.” I whispered. I felt him stiffen around me  until I could feel his hand fist on my back.

“Where’s the bastard?” He spits and makes a move  to pull away. I knew what would happen if he went  to look for Peter. I didn’t want anyone knowing  what happened.

So 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.

He relaxes and sighs in defeat. Hugging me to him  tightly, it’s then I hear the mumbling around us  and I realized that everyone was looking. Blake  must realize this too because his form is now rigid  with anger.

“What the F*ck are y’all looking at?” He roars. It’s  loud and it makes me slightly jump at the  aggressive tone. I heard their rushing footsteps  and knew that they were now going on their own  business.