Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste novel Chapter 62

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. “ 

I paled. Dad knew. In fact he was the one who called. But  how did he……..Principal William. Ofcourse he would. I  was now starting to hate him. 

“Okay, see you in a while.” After hanging up she shifts  her attention to me. “Ashley what were you thinking? I  did not raise you to be violent!” She scowled.

It was now my turn to scowl. “Violent? Mother it was just  a punch nothing more. Her nose will heal unfortunately.”  I mumble the last part begrudgingly. 

She gasped, placing her hands on her hips.  “Unfortunately? Ashley what has gotten into you? What  did this girl do to have gotten you so upset?” 

I clenched my fist at my sides in anger. “Nothing has  gotten into me mom. Let’s just 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 I feared what people  would say. I was tired of it all!” I hissed. 

Her eyes widen as she flinches away. “You and Blake are  dating?” She gasped. 

Was this all she got from my little speech? 

I nod. “We are. And that girl that I punched is his ex  girlfriend who thought it would be funny to fake a  pregnancy then taunt me afterwards.” 

Her eyes widen even more, almost comically. “She faked  a pregnancy?” She gasped.

I nod. “Yes and I heard her. Blake doesn’t know yet that  she’s not actually pregnant. I should tell him before  things get worse.” 

“Ashley, this still didn’t give 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. 

I sighed feeling the fight leave me. She was right, Stacy  didn’t deserve the punch. She deserved two. I would not  voice this out though. “I know mom and I’m sorry. Don’t  be mad at me?” 

She sighs. “I am not mad at you darling, let’s hope your  dad doesn’t ground you again. Knowing him, he’d settle  for an entire year.” 

My eyes widen. There was no way I could survive an  entire year of being grounded. “Mom you have to talk to  him before he does.” I pleaded. 

“Yes I will, only if you tell me about you and Blake.” She  smirked. 

I couldn’t help but let a giggle slip pa*s my lips. “I will  just not now. I need to change out of this clothes and  probably shower.”

“Ashley Grey get your a*s down here now!” It was dad.  His voice was loud. Really loud and he sounded pissed  off. 

I jolt off my bed, nearly slipping on the floor because of  my sock cladded feet. I find my fingers tugging the door  open swiftly and amble down stairs. An angry dad was  not good. 

Oh God I do not want to be grounded for an entire year. 

When I reached halfway down the stairs I caught sight of  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 it with deathly fingers. 

Something doesn’t feel right. 

I stared at the 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 as nausea crawls up my  body, wanting a way out. 

It couldn’t be. Could it?

He seems to hear my footsteps because he lifts his head.  His eyes are dark with anger and his jaw ticks. “I found  this in my car today.” He gestured to the envelope.  Sweat starts forming on my skin.