Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste by Demiah13 Chapter 64 - MiladoweB

Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste by Demiah13 Chapter 64

Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste by Demiah13 Chapter 64

Blake stops then shifts his attention to me. He sees how mad I am, how I glare at him in warning. “Blake.” I warned, furious that he was the one who told my parents about that god awful day.

He didn’t have the right. I was not ready.

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“I can’t keep quiet about this baby. This is a serious issue that we need to deal with right now. I can deal with your anger later but right now, we need to find out who’s been doing this.” He grumbles and tears his eyes away from me to look at my dad.

I kept quiet knowing that whatever I tell him now wouldn’t matter. He was determined to let my parents know about what transpired between Peter and I. I knew he had good intentions but I couldn’t help feel anger that he hadn’t asked me first.

“It happened sometime about two months ago. Ashley stayed back to research something in the library. I had been waiting for her outside, she was taking long in there.Too long. So I went to look for her, only to hear her piercing scream.” He breathes out as if remembering the awful day.

“The scream still haunts me to this day.”

I stiffen knowing he was about to tell them what I dreaded. My hands felt cold, blood leaving my face. I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears, the rythm uncontrollable.

The image of Peter pinning me to the desk as his hands traveled up my thigh comes in my mind. Sweat coated my palms, they became itchy. Itching to hit something.

That is when I realized that even though I tried so many ways to forget that awful day of being helpless, I was still not completely over it. I tried so hard, boxing, spending time with Blake, focusing on college. But it didn’t help. Somehow Peter still had a hold on me.

His voice is now edgy, on the verge of breaking down. “I followed her cry for help.” He gulped, his eyes flickering to me for a tiny second. “When I got there I found the bastard forcing himself on her.”

I realize that I wasn’t the only one affected from this experience. Blake was too and I never noticed it.

Mom gasp in shock, her teary eyes snapping to me. “Oh my baby.” She cried leaving dad’s side to come over to me.

Pulls me in a hug and cries on my shoulder. Why do I feel so numb?

I feel my heart squeeze and gulp the lump forming in my throat. “I’m so sorry this happened to you.” She cries pulling me tighter to her. This is what I avoided. This pain that we all are feeling at this moment.

“Mom.” I whispered and let myself go as I hugged her back. I feel it, the relief as I pour my eyes out and use her as an anchor.

“Who is that bastard!” Dad roars. He had stayed silent when Blake finished talking but now he had absorbed the words and he was beyond furious.

“Peter William.” Blake responds, disdain dripping in his voice as he literally spits out the name like it brought a bad taste to his mouth.

“As in Kain William’s son?” Dad questions. “The man who owns the restaurant downtown?”

“Yes that’s him alright.” Blake responds.

It wouldn’t take a genius to know that dad was beyond enraged. You could literally feel the tension in the air, crackling like fire on burning wood.

Mom and I pull away, knowing that a storm was brewing. “Did he have time, you know.” You could hear the fear in his voice, the anxiety of knowing the answer.

Blake shakes his head. “Thankfully I had reached in time.”

Dad visibly breathes out a sigh of relief. He nods then walks towards the door, grabbing his car keys on the way. Everyone is confused until he grips Arden’s wooden baseball bat that was beside the door.

“Honey, where are you going?” Mom questions equally as confused as all of us in the room.

He doesn’t turn around to answer her, instead he opens the door. “I’m going to pay Kain and his son a visit.”

My heart drums in my ears. This was not good. When angered dad could be very intimidating. This is why boys usually stayed away from me other than the three boys breathing down my neck. And that was Blake, Ryan and Arden. They never let any guy close to me.

Mom leaves my side to rush to dad’s. “Asher you can’t just go there are you crazy!” She hissed following down the steps after him. “They could call the cops, you have a baseball bat for christ sake!”

“Baby I’m only going to pay him a visit.” His tone is deathly. There was no way he would just pay them a visit. Dad was out for blood.

I rush towards them feeling Blake following after me. “Dad please listen to mom.” I pleaded running up to catch them. They were already beside his car. I was afraid our neighbors would notice the commotion, they were already so nosy.

Dad doesn’t listen, instead he walks around the car to the driver’s side and enters, placing the bat at the back. My eyes widen knowing he was not bluffing. I turn around to face Blake and glared. “Stop him.”

Blake tears his eyes away from me and stares at my dad. “Honestly Ley, I’m a hundred percent with him on this.”

I narrow my eyes into slits of rage. “I can’t believe you right now!” I scowled.

Seeing that no matter how much she tried to talk him out of it, he still was hell bent on going so mom decided to get into the car. Dad drives off leaving me staring at the fast disappearing car. I was beyond shocked.

What the hell just happened?

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