Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste Chapter 63

“Please come over.” I cried pressing the phone to my ear.

I chose to go to my room to make the call. My phone was in there anyway but I knew the main reason I stayed there was because I was beyond embarra*sed to stay in mom and dad’s presense.

Of all things that had happened to me. This one was the worst and most embarra*sing.

“Baby what’s wrong?” Blake’s frantic voice asks on the other end. My fingers dig into my scalp as I tug at my black inky tresses harshly.

I hear the sound of his hasty footsteps. He was running. “They saw it.” I whispered, my throat aching and heart hurting behind my chest.

“Saw what? Baby what are you saying? Who are they?” He rushed out confused. I hear the loud slam of the door on his end.

“The picture of us. My mom and dad saw it.” I cried clenching the material of my tie dye cotton shorts.

“Shit! Do you mean…” He drawled out. I hear the panic in his voice. Obviously Blake was scared of my dad’s reaction. Dad can be very intimidating when needs to be.

I nod but realize he could not exactly see me. “Yes.” I croaked out.

The image of dad’s disappointed face and the shocked look on mom’s face had a fresh wave of tears flowing down my cheeks. Will they ever see me the same again?

“F*ck! I’ll be there in a few minutes.” He says. I hear the rumble of his motorcycle and the call ends. I feel dread wash over me. What if he gets there and dad kills him?

Nausea crawls up my throat. I rush to the bathroom to puke into the toilet. Almost missing the toilet bowl.

My throat burned as tears welled up in my eyes. My parents just saw a picture of me getting F*cked by my boyfriend. Could this day get any worse?

“Ashley get down here!” It’s dad’s voice. It has been eight minutes. Eight minutes of me staring at my reflection in the mirror. I was still in the bathroom, not wanting to leave.

My eyes are red, bloodshot from crying. My cheeks were puffer than usual and hair a mess from running my hands through it many times. I looked like I just got out from a horror film or worse, the grave.

Did I feel embarra*sed to show my face again to my parents? Yes. Did I want to crawl into a hole and die? Absolutely and I’d never want to come back.

I could not let my eyes drift down my body. Too ashamed to look. I felt disgusting, like a whore. I feared I’d judge my body so I chose to stare at my face.

“Ashley!” Dad shouts again. It is then I hear the low rumble of a motorcycle slowing down on our street.

It’s Blake. I better go down before dad actually does kill him. I would not want to explain to the police as to why my father killed my boyfriend.

I sighed and leave the bathroom. I amble down the stairs my head bowed. I hear the door open and lift my head to see that it was dad who opened it. Waiting patiently as Blake nears.

From where I am I could see how tense he was. I knew he was afraid but schooled his features. As soon as he is beside the door, dad reaches for his shirt and clenches it in his fist. And pulls him inside

roughly.

Blake doesn’t expect it and stumbles forward. I gasp, striding quickly towards them. “You touched my daughter!” Dad roared pushing Blake to the wall. Blake doesn’t try to move out of his grip.

“Dad what are you doing!?” I screeched reaching beside them. Dad snaps his eyes to me and glares. “Stay out of

this Ashley.” He grits and turns his attention back to a surprised Blake.

Mom bolts towards him in surprise. “Asher what are you doing?!” She questions in shock. But dad ignores her.

“Did I not tell you that you have to marry her before going down on her?” He grits, glaring into Blake’s blue orbs.

Blake’s eyes turn to face me then turn to face dad. He gulps. “I’m sorry Mr. Grey, I was-“

“I was what? Thinking with your d*ck?” Dad hisses pushing Blake further into the wall.

“Asher, unhand Blake right now!” Mom gasped out.

“Dad it’s not his fault! I wanted it!” I cried. I was so thankful that Arden was at Rosalie’s. I really didn’t want him to witness this.

“Asher!” Mom roars angrily.

Dad glares at Blake before dropping him completely and takes a step back.

Blake makes a move to come beside me but one heated glare from dad has him thinking otherwise.

“Mr. Grey I am sorry that you had to find out this way and even more that you saw it. It wasn’t my intention to disappoint you-“

“You damn right you did!” Dad hisses cutting him off.

“Dad please calm down.” I pleaded. My bottom lip trembles.

Mom walks up to him and holds his hand. “Baby, it’s not like she isn’t of age to have sex. Don’t forget I was still a teen when I had her. What we really should be focusing about is who took the picture of them like this.”

Dad stiffens as if just realizing that there was a bigger problem. He glares at Blake and with one firm squeeze from mom he sighs reluctantly. “You had better used protection.” He warns.

Blake and I both knew that we didn’t use protection occasionally. He pulled out everytime so I feared nothing. Besides mom had started me on the pill since I had painful period cramps.

We would not word that out though. Because this time dad wouldn’t hold back and probably kill him.

Blake clears his throat. “I think I have an idea of who it might be.”

That perks dad attention. “Who?”

Blake’s eyes flicker to me for a second. It is enough to have me knowing who he would mention. My face turns ghostly white.

“Blake.” I whispered on a plea. No not yet. I was not ready yet to let them know. But he doesn’t take heed to my pleas. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

“I’m sorry baby but we need to find out who’s doing this.” He sighs and turns to face dad.

“There’s this guy who sexually a*saulted Ashley-” He started but gets cut off.

“This wasn’t your right to tell them Blake!” I bellowed.

“Our daughter had been sexually a*saulted!?” Both mom and dad yelled in disbelief and rage.