Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62 - Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste 
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. “ 
In fact he was the one who called. But  how did he……..Principal William. Ofcourse he 
she shifts  her attention to me. “Ashley what were you thinking? I  did not raise you to be violent!” 
it was just  a punch nothing more. Her nose will heal unfortunately.” 
gasped, placing her hands on her hips.  “Unfortunately? Ashley what has gotten into you? What  did this girl do to have gotten you so 
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 flinches away. “You and this all she got from my little  girlfriend who thought 

eyes widen even more, almost comically. “She faked  a pregnancy?” 
that  she’s not actually pregnant. I 
caused serious damage. I’m  glad that you stood up for yourself but that was not the 
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 you darling, let’s hope your  dad doesn’t of being grounded. “Mom you have to talk to only if you tell me about you and Blake.” She 
my lips. “I will  just not now. I need to change out of this  clothes 
Grey get your a*s down here now!” It was dad.  His voice was loud. Really loud 
the floor because of  my sock cladded feet. I find my fingers tugging the door  open swiftly and amble down stairs. An to be grounded for an 
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 
Something doesn’t feel right. 
stared at the envelope and noticed that he wasn’t only  clutching it but a picture. My stomach drops and I feel  the 
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. 
His tone is calm, a bit too calm. I reach the bottom of the  stairs already feeling moisture settle in my eyes. “What is  the meaning of this!” He roars. The volume of his voice  has me flinching back in shock. 
Mom comes around the corner, apron tied to her waist  and flour on her hands. Her brows furrowed as she  stared at us. She walks over to dad. 
“What’s wrong baby?” When she sees him clutching the  photo tightly she peeks and she winces moving her eyes  away quickly. 
He shows me the picture and my heart starts to hurt  behind my chest. This one had been taken the same day  but this time Blake’s hand was tugging at my hair while  he thrust behind me. 
“Explain this to me!” He hisses. 
My bottom lip trembles. Never had I been so humiliated  before. “I-I-” I stuttered sobbing. 
“Where did you get this baby?” Mom asked him,  soothingly brushing her palm atop his hand. 
He turns to her. “I had left something in the office and  went to retrieve it. When I got back this was awaiting  me. They must’ve slipped it between the gla*s.” He  explained. 
What I had been avoiding was now right in front of me. I  was now an embarra*sment to them. 
“What time is it?” He asked mom. 
“Should be about three thirty. Why?” She questioned in  confusion. 
He turns to me. “Call Blake and tell him to get his a*s  over here now.”