: Chapter 37
Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste
I walk out of the class, one of the bag straps securely on my shoulders as I bring it forward to search through it. I mumble something incoherent as my fingers fumble through endless papers.
âCrap.â I groan as I stumble into a hard chest. I lost my footing and ended up tumbling on the floor. My knees hit the hard tiled floor and I grunt.
âShit sorry.â
I freeze, hearing the voice that currently haunts me at night. The voice of my attempted rapist. My heart thumps painfully as I clutch on to my bag for dear life. Peterâs here.
Finding the courage, I finally stood up and lift my head to stare into his eyes. Iâm not surprised to feel the crippling fear as the images of him pinning me down resurfaces in my head.
âLook Ashley-â He looks at me with regret etched on his face. Purple dotted underneath his right eye and is a bit swollen. I see his lips moving but somehow my brain doesnât process a word he says.
My bottom lip trembles as I quickly turn around and run away from him. Iâm knocking peopleâs shoulderâs and having them curse at me but I donât care as I want to move away from Peterâs presence.
âAshley, wait!â He begged. I could hear his voice now distant as I round the corner. My breathing is shallow as I struggle to ease my internal struggle. My brain is pounding inside my skull.
Anxiety is crawling inside my body, clutching unto me until I could no longer know where I was going. All I know is that I needed to get away from him, from his presence.
I turned around to see if he was following me only to crash into yet another chest. I stumble but a huge hand circles around my waist and prevents me from tumbling down. I need to get away.
My breathing is now coming in short pants as I struggle in whoeverâs arms. âAshley!â The voice sounds familiar. I breath in the scent of mint and instantly my body relaxes in Blakeâs arms.
âWhatâs wrong baby?â He whispers as he pulls me more into him until we are practically hugging.
My cheek rests on his chest as I try to regain back my composure. âHeâs- heâs he-re.â I stuttered out and clutch on to the soft material of Blakeâs shirt. His scent engulfs me and eases my mind. I was safe with him.
âWhoâs here?â I could tell by the strain in his voice that he was impatient to know who had scared me.
âPeter.â I whispered. I felt him stiffen around me until I could feel his hand fist on my back.
âWhereâs the bastard?â He spits and makes a move to pull away. I knew what would happen if he went to look for Peter. I didnât want anyone knowing what happened.
So I clutched his shirt more firmly and shake my head. âPlease donât, I need you.â I pleaded as I pressed my face on his chest.
He relaxes and sighs in defeat. Hugging me to him tightly, itâs then I hear the mumbling around us and I realized that everyone was looking. Blake must realize this too because his form is now rigid with anger.
âWhat the fuck are yâall looking at?â He roars. Itâs loud and it makes me slightly jump at the aggressive tone. I heard their rushing footsteps and knew that they were now going on their own business.
âCome.â Blake mumbles, moves away from me but clutches my way smaller hand as he guides me out of the school. It was supposed to be lunchtime but right now I had lost my appetite.
He brings us to the field, underneath a huge tree that shades us from the heat of the sun. The field is empty except for some tiny black birds pecking at whatever was buried in the grass.
Itâs relaxing. He sits down and I follow suit. We were close to each other, close enough to not seem like just a friendly embrace. His back leans on the tree as he slings his arm over my shoulder and pulls me to his body.
âDid he try to do-â He doesnât finish. Fear is present in his tone but he tries very hard to mask it. I shake my head and lay my palm over his thigh.
âHe tried to speak to me but I didnât give him the chance.â I mumble.
âSo he didnât try to force you or anything right?â He was anxious for my answer I could tell by the way he held his breath.
âNo he hadnât.â I uttered and rest my head between his shoulder and neck. He visibly sighs with relief and kisses the top of my head.
âLey you still hear him, you still think about what he did. I hate that youâre battling this on your own and I canât help you. It fucking hurts me. Please you should think about-â
I shake my head. I knew what he was going to say. But I didnât want that. I believe in second chances and by the looks of it, Peter had seemed regretful for what he had done.
Maybe I could fight this alone. This doesnât have to end up nasty with court cases and shit load of attention. This was the last thing I wanted right now.
âNo Blake. I can get over this-â
âAre you shitting me right now? Get over it? How can you get over something like that Ashley? Iâm not you and went through what you had been through but I could only imagine what you struggle with everynight now. Wondering if heâll do it again. Wondering if anyone would do it again. This isnât something anyone could get over easily.â Blake hissed. I knew he was still furious with my decision.
âI hate that youâre just letting this go. I want to help you baby, please let me.â He pleads and clutches my small frame.
I remember feeling weak as Peter forced himself on me. I remember screaming and crying as I struggle to push him away. I donât want to feel weak anymore. I donât want anyone to fight my battles.
âTeach me.â The words came out before I could stop them. I turn around to face him. He looks confused. âTeach you what baby?â He questions.
âTeach me how to defend myself. Teach me how to box.â I said seriously. I was tired of being the weak girl, I needed to fight my own battles.
Blakeâs eyes widen in surprise and he just stares at me for a silent minute before shaking his head as if to get out of his thoughts. âYou want me to train you?â Heâs unsure.
I nodded and looked at him beneath my lashes. This always got him to agree with anything I said, hopefully this time it works. âI canât always depend on you, Arden or Ryan to fight my battles. Blake I need this.â I practically beg.
Heâs silent for a minute. Probably thinking about the pros or cons. But then he nods and a smirk curls at the corner of his lips.
âThat idea doesnât seem all that bad. One-on-One training with you sounds really good. Especially since weâll be alone.â He winks.