Never Kiss Your Best Friend

Chapter 34

Aisha's POV

Holding my breath, I looked sideways at the salt pepper beard. Half of his face was visible, the moustaches gone and wrinkles more prominent on his face. He was more monstrous than I remember.

My head yanked backwards when he pulled a fistful of hair. I wiggled my fingers inside my purse to search for the cell phone or any safety precaution I could. I did not realise how busy I had been in my life, so I started forgetting the pepper spray. With no effort, he me forward with the content of my purse flying forward.

The force of my palm managed the falling impact as I turned my head. His feet pushed my face down, mushing it like a bee under his shoes. Smirking, he tilted his body. I grabbed his other feet, looping my hands at the back of his knee as I rolled. He fell on his butt, giving me time to sit straight and take two steps back toward the centre table.

I caught the glimpse of my phone a hand distance away from me as I lunged forward. My ankle twisted in his grip as he dragged me toward him. I kicked his stomach, but nothing worked. Just as I was to kick his old dick, the door burst open. My eyes widened as two men walked inside.

One of the grumpy giants held my hands, the other my legs. Sweat formed on my forehead, wiggling under their tight grasp as I screamed. "Let go of me. Let go of me."

They lifted me and rolled me on my stomach with a thud. Uncle stood before me, towering over me with his powerful aroma as he narrowed his eyes. I looked straight into his dark brown eyes because if I was to die I would rather die on his fucking nerves.

"Keep your head down," He whispered.

I raised my chin.

A second later his leg hit my cheekbone and I saw stars. Black white spots danced around as my head spun, the cheekbone burning with a sting sensation. His foot rested on my face as if he was satisfying his ego. But, I was not the same girl as he last saw me. I was stronger, more determined and more courageous.

"You are still that little pathetic shit, Aisha. Now be the good girl and tell me where are the documents?" He asked.

Another man stalked inside like my apartment was a fucking hotel as he started throwing things in the kitchen, from the temple. I saw the lean figure opening cupboards and breaking the glass. He walked inside my room, doing the shit he was supposed to do.

Twenty minutes had passed and I was growing tired of all the drama. "There is nothing. I don't know what documents you are talking about."

"You have grown a tongue. Don't you?" he asked as his foot dig deeper into my face.

"What do you want?"

"Isn't it obvious? Where have you lost your intelligence, niece?"

"Guess what? No shit." I whispered, ignoring the pain.

One of the men held my hands tightly behind my back, squeezing like a bubble popper. I screamed when the other twisted my ankles and wrapped them with a string. By the pointy edges, it was more of a thin iron chain.

"You have grown quite a tongue, darling. Need I remind you how to behave in front of me?" Uncle said with venom dripping from his voice.

"Why? Why are you here after so long?"

He chuckled, the shoes never leaving my face. I was bound from every part of my body. It would have been better if I fought with Aaron a little longer and asked him to drop me home afterwards. Wasn't I the biggest fool? Now that my uncle was delusional in his power and determined to peel my skin inch by inch, I wonder if I would have a chance to see Aaron one last time.