Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63 - Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste 
“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. 
 parents just saw a picture 
get down here!” It’s dad’s voice. It has been  eight minutes. Eight minutes of me staring at my  reflection 
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, 
Yes. Did I want to crawl into a hole and die? 

let my eyes drift down my body. Too  ashamed to look. I felt disgusting, like a whore. the low 
down before dad actually does kill  him. I would not want to explain to the police as to why  my father killed my 
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. 
he  was afraid but schooled his features. As soon as he is  beside the door, dad reaches for his shirt quickly towards them. “You touched my  daughter!” Dad roared pushing beside  them. Dad snaps his eyes to me and 
turns his surprise. “Asher what are you  doing?!” She questions in shock. But  going down on her?” He grits, glaring into then turn to face was what? Thinking with your d*ck?” Dad hisses  pushing Blake right now!” Mom was so  thankful that Arden was at Rosalie’s. I really 
“Asher!” Mom roars angrily. dropping him completely and  takes a beside me but one heated  and even more that you saw it. It wasn’t my 
“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. 
“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.