Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 221 - チャプター 230

Bailey's povThe familiarity of that voice sends a sharp chill down my spine, my heart hammering in my chest. It can't be. It cannot be him.I am imagining this.There was no way.It just can't be.Yet, his scent is familiar, and his voice....Pieces start to fall into place and my stomach lurchs and I gag as realization dawns on me. Someone I considered a friend. Someone I trusted. Why would he do this? Why would he do this to me?Why would Stefan do this to me?A wave of betrayal weighs in my chest and also fury. I can't believe I trusted him. Why would he even do this? I rake my brain, trying to think of why Stefan would even play this sick game with me but came up with nothing.But then when he dipped his head in the crook of my neck and inhaled my scent, sighing with pleasure, a sinking realization dropped in my belly. " You've always smelt so good Bailey."His words sent a sharp shiver of disgust and repulsion clashing within me. His close proximity makes my stomach churn and I

Bailey's povStefan stopped groping me, pulling back with a devious broadened grin on his face. " Hmm I'm not sure our little precious Bailey can handle the truth," he taunted, his eyes gauging my reaction.I can't even look at him, I can no longer look into the face of someone I trusted, someone I saw as my friend. I would've guessed Juliet would be behind all this since she had been very blunt about her dislike toward me, but Stefan? So many years of friendship for him to backstab me for what?Juliet cackled. " Show her, I'm sure little Bailey can stomach the truth. Right, Bailey?" her finger brush against my cheek and I pull away, blinking back tears as I try to breathe through my anxiety.Pulling away from her must have set her off because Juliet grips my chin harshly before brutally ripping the tape covering my mouth. I wince in pain, certain my lips tore from the brutality. She glares down at me while an evil smirk crawls on her lips. I spit out whatever had been in my mouth bu

Bailey's povThe smirk on her face grew until the girl who was one of the most gorgeous girls in our school transformed into one of the ugliest. It's crazy how one's heart can change their features so drastically.Stefan chuckle makes me turn to face him. "You're going to be my little plaything sweetheart. You're going to be mine like you were always meant to be."His words caused a disgusting tickling sensation down my spine. Bile so horrid crawls up my throat as I stare at the guy I once considered a friend. Someone I once trusted with my life now looks at me so coldly. I mourn the feeling of safety I once felt with him and look away, my heart shattering even more. He clicks his tongue, moving closer until his fingers pinch my chin harshly. I wince, forced to look back at him. " Don't look away sweetheart," he mocks, eyes glinting with a shade of something.....feral. His breath warm against my cheek, the harsh puffs intensifying against my skin. "You can't force someone to be you

Bailey's povJuliet's face twisted into many emotions all at once. Confusion. Then disbelief. And then.....rage. Pure raw rage that turned her face ugly. The hand that held the gun tremble, however she remove the aim towards me and aimed it at Stefan who still held the phone up. " You backstabbing asshole! You-" It wouldn't matter if you kill me now Juliet, they're on their way and you won't get away with this." Stefan cuts in her words just before a loud bang shot through the air followed by his painful groan. A scream tore through my throat when I watch the phone fall from his grasp and clatter to the floor, screen still lit up with the 911 dispatcher on the line. Blood smeared across it while his body slumps to the floor unconscious and unmoving. My entire body became numb. It felt like I couldn't breathe as I stare at Stefan's unmoving body. Beneath him is a pool of his own blood. A lump forms in my throat and vomit crawls up threateningly. Juliet rushes over to him and t

Bailey's povShe offers a small smile and gives me a gentle understanding nod. " We will tell them to call him too, I promise." Her hand gently presses against my back to help me into the ambulance and I fix myself to sit on the edge of the stretcher. Another of her colleagues come over to wrap a thin blanket around my shoulders and I cuddle into the material as I sort for any bit of warmth. The night was cold, the heart of Juliet's just as cold. I swallowed and looked down, my body shaking as I replay the events of the night over and over in my head. The chaos around me seem to blue into nothing but silence. It feels like I was in the eye of a hurricane.....the calm, trapped in my mind. I know I should be grateful to be alive. Grateful to feel my legs, to feel every breath enter my lungs. I should be grateful. I should. And I am. However, it is strange to feel such emotion when I have just stared death in the eyes not too long ago. When I've just watched someone die with their