Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68 - Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste 
Alone. That’s how I felt as I sat on the swing. My feet had  brought me to the park, not wanting to go home yet. 
I knew that I had been skipping school a lot more  frequently now and was afraid that dad would find out.  He’d throw a fit and I would want to avoid that. 
I sighed softly, looking around the empty park. The gra*s  was a luscious green with tiny wildflowers that  occasionally got stomped on by animals and people  walking around. 
It has been so long since I’ve been here. The quietness  and the soft breeze as it pushed back my tresses relaxed  me. 
My bag rests atop my thighs as my fingers wrap around  the rope of the swing. I wanted to bask in the quietness.  I needed it. 
I lift my head and closed my eyes as a tiny smile replaced  the frown. The sun beat down on my face rea*suring me  that everything would be okay. 
The more time flew the more I began to feel regret for  treating Blake the way I did. I should’ve listened to him  and let him explain. I knew Stacy was a conniving bitch  to begin with and I fell right into her trap. 
I needed to go and apologize to Blake for embarra*sing  him in the cafeteria. It was wrong of me and uncalled for. 
Damn it, I love the fool and would not want to lose him. I  overreacted and went too far. He must think that I broke  things off. 
I don’t know how long I’ve been here but it must’ve been  hours. The park was already starting to fill up with  people. Their curious gazes flickering to me occasionally. 
They must be thinking that I was crazy. My hair a mess  from being tugged at and eyes red from crying. 

I chew my bottom lip as I fumble with the zipper of the  bag. Grasping my phone I checked the time.The first  thing I notice is the many missed calls I had received  from Blake and Ryan. 
I frowned. I must’ve put it on silent without even  knowing. I read the time. Two thirty. Maybe I should  start walking home now. It is a little bit of a distance  from here, probably twenty minutes on foot. 
I breathed out a sigh and pushed the phone back in my  bag.I will call them when I get home, they must be  worried. 
thought of speaking to Blake. I  was embarra*sed of the way I acted. I needed 
from the pack. An elderly couple seated  on a crafty wooden bench sees me and their quickening my footsteps.  “Hey dearie are 
comes from the woman whose hands were  clutched tenderly by the man who seemed to be her  husband, judging by the glittering gold ring on their 
looking at the couple one could tell  how much they loved eachother. The tenderness was  there, could to ease her 
to coo when  her husband pulls her closer to his chest. The way they  acted made me ache for Blake doesn’t look convinced at my declaration. And 
clear my  head of studies. I’m in my final year, you know how  tough school can be around this 
Arden. I  don’t want would have to give him 
along the sidewalk. School had just dismissed for  the younger one’s. Their parents coming to pick them up 
turn the corner, my converse smacking against the hot  pavement. The sound of a car slowing down beside me  has me stiffening. I prayed it wasn’t Ryan. I 

going the same pace as I am. From my  peripheral 
was not Ryan’s.I leave my head faced front, not  wanting to look at who was obviously 
It’s a woman’s voice. I stop and turn 
peers at me. She is  familiar, her blue eyes and dark hair smiled sweetly. 
the  school, in the cafeteria?” She looked hopeful for a  recognition. Instantly I remember 
down that street but I’d happily 
seconds. Weighing my options. I  did need to reach home before Arden. And it was not  like she was a stranger. Though I and gave her a tight smile. “Thank you. I live on 
“Got yah.” She laughs and starts  driving away. I turn my head She asked, trying to make 
turn to stare at lovely name. Your parents have good  taste.” She 
make a quick stop? I promised my  mom I’d drop her pills as soon as possible. 
My house is  just round 
Not wanting to keep her mom waiting, I nodded. She  smiles and as promised she stops at a small wooden  house a few minutes later. The white paint was chipping  and the rustic gate screamed for repainting. 
The house is surrounded by dried patches of gra*s. The  scarce of neighbors on this street was alarming. I had  never walked this path. Everyone avoided walking here  from the talk of bad men doing illegal things around  that area. 
“I’ll be quick.” She promised getting out and walking to  the boot of the car. I looked at her through the side-view  mirror. I quickly look away when she struts to my side. 

Bending down a little she smiles as she faces me. “Mind  helping me bring in some groceries inside? There are a  bit too much and I’m afraid it would take me some time.  My mom has not eaten the entire day.” 
I gnawed on my lip looking at the house then back at  her. The woman was doing me a favor to give me a ride  home, the least I could do was help bring in some  groceries. 
So with that thought I nodded and got out of the car  and followed her to the back. She was right, there were  plenty of grocery bags. I grasp onto three and followed  her to her house. 
The rustic gate creaks as she opens it. She turns to face  me.” Sorry about the house, I haven’t been taking care of  it since all my money had been going to pay my mom’s  hospital bills.” 
Instantly pity overtook me. I smiled softly following her  up the creaking wooden steps. “I don’t mind, it’s still  homey.” I complimented her. 
She smiles and opens the door. “Mom I’m home!” She  shouts but there is no answer. She turns to stare at me. “I  swear she’s always sleeping. Come, the kitchen is here.”  She nudged her head to  the tiny kitchen area. 
If I thought outside looked bad then I was wrong. Inside  reeked of alcohol and weed with a mix of something  unpleasant. Inside was barely furnished with an old worn  out brown couch in the living room. 
The cream walls were stained multiple places with  something brown which made it look dirty. Inside was  tiny. I guess it was understandable that she lived this way  with having to take care of her sick mother. 
I followed her inside the kitchen and placed the bags on  the kitchen island. 
“I’ll be back quick! I just need to give  this to my mom and we’d be on our way!” She rushes  out and pulling out something that looks like pills and  leaves. 
I sighed and turned to look around. How could she live  in this kind of place? Some draws of the cupboards were  missing and the marine blue color painted on the wood  made the cream walls look even dirtier. 
“You know your boyfriend reminds me of Asher.” Her  voice comes at the back of me. 

I didn’t have time to think before I felt a cloth press to  my nose and mouth. Surprise took over me and  unknowingly I inhaled what was on the cloth. 
I struggled as she forces me to still. Her arms wrapping  tightly around me as my vision blurs. I pushed back with  her hold still on me. I feel her knocking into one of the  wooden draws harshly yet she doesn’t remove her hold  on me. 
“Sleep little Ash.” She soothed. The strong scent on the  cloth has my vision blackening to nothing as I feel my  body slump. The last thing on my mind was Blake and  my family.