Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste Sequel-10 - MiladoweB

Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste Sequel-10

Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste Sequel-10

Cold. That’s how the water felt as it poured over my naked body. The tiles were cold as I slumped into a sitting position at the bottom. Everything was so cold.

Goosebumps rose on my skin as what felt like tiny pellets of ice spill all over my skin. With my knees up to my chest and my forearm resting on top, I bend my head to sink my teeth into the skin of my arm.

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A sob racked over me. I was numb to the core, I could feel nothing. I bite into my skin harder than before. Still nothing. I wanted to scream, wanted to ask god why he would do this to us.

Why do we always have to be tortured?

It was not fair.

My black hair curtained around me, sticking to my wet skin. It was night time. After showing Blake to the guest room he had not bothered to come out yet.

I knew I had to expect that. Doctor Gomez did warn me beforehand. But was it stupid to have wished that he wouldn’t have suffered these kind of complications?

Life was not fair.

I retracted my teeth from my skin, I had tortured myself enough. I needed to be strong. For the both of us. It was normal for him to treat me this way, he doesn’t know me, he doesn’t remember me.

I let out a shaky breath, rising slowly to my feet.

My legs felt numb, cold, useless. But my fingers, they were a different story, they wanted to wrap around the neck of whomever shot Blake. Whomever caused this.

I imagine the evil man or woman who shot Blake as I close the faucet rather tightly. I imagine wringing their necks for causing my man pain. I imagine killing them for causing me pain.

I hear the loud ring of my phone. I sighed withdrawing my hands away from the faucet. I really hope it’s not that god forsaken evil boss of mine.

I had been annoyed enough when I was in the hospital. He kept calling even though I had explained my situation to him. A*shole, that’s what he was.

I grumbled a curse, sniffle as I opened the gla*s shower door and slipped out. My fingers work quick to grasp my towel and wrap it swiftly around my body. My feet treaded fast against the marble floors as I made my way to my room.

Our room.

The phone blares again, it’s bright light flashing where I left it on the bed. I rolled my eyes groaning slightly. “I’m coming, I’m coming.” I grumble on a low breath.

My head peeked at the caller and relief washed over me seeing Ryan’s name pop up. Hastily I reach over and curl my fingers around it, lift it and swiftly swipe my thumb over the answer button then pull it towards my ears.

“Ryan, thank God you’ve called. I’m having a mental breakdown.” I squeezed my eyes shut and felt the tears roll down my cheeks. I sniffle.

“I can’t do this Ryan. I can’t.” I hiccup. I was not strong. I never was. Blake was the one who was strong and he tried to teach me. How can I do this alone? Without him?

“Ashley, Ashley listen to me!” He blasted through the phone when I had not answered the first time. I stopped crying and clenched the towel tighter.

“Look I know it’s hard. It’s hard for all of us. I mean how do you think I feel knowing that my bestfriend slash cousin thinks my name is really Austin?” He jokes to ease the tension.

It works a little because I find myself giggling. I lift my hand to wipe a finger underneath my eyes. “Yeah, I remember when he used to joke about your parents naming you Austin instead when we were younger. Funny how his brain made him think that your name is really Austin.”

Then tears blurred my vision again. “But he doesn’t remember me Ryan. He doesn’t remember me at all. How is that even possible?” I choked on a sob.

Ryan sighs. “I know little Ash. But life is tricky sometimes. It’s ironic that he doesn’t remember the most important person in his life. But here’s the thing, what you two shared can’t just go away. Even if his brain can’t remember you, the feelings that made his heart race will still be there. His heart will remembers you. You are the same girl he fell in love with. You just need to make him fall in love with you again.”

My brows furrow as I clutch the phone tighter to my ears. “What are you saying?” I asked in confusion.

“I’m saying that you should do what you guys did back in high school when y’all started seeing each other. Bring him to Belle’s, bring him to the boxing ring, bring him to where y’all had y’all first date. Make him remember, show him how you guys were. And if he doesn’t remember make him fall in love with you all over again.”

“Promise me that you will not give up on him. Don’t forget the promises you two made to each other. Forever remember?” Ryan questions.

I nodded even though he could not see me. “I promise. I promise him forever.” I smiled. Who was I kidding, I can do this. I got this. This will be easy.

“Now I gotta go, I have a husband to make fall in love with me again.” I breathed out with a little relief.

“That’s my girl!” Ryan cheered.

After we said goodbye, I sighed and threw the phone back onto my bed. I turn around and stare at the door. The guest room was just there, opposite to mine. A few feet away.

I moan in distress, fall back and land ungracefully on the bed. To make my husband fall in love with me plan will have to wait until tomorrow.

I did not have the guts to speak to him tonight. My eyes trail down to my towel and a groan slips past my lips. I needed to put on some clothes.

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