Loving My Boyfriend's Best Friend Chapter 40

The person opened the car and pushed me out, pointing a gun at my face. "Get out of the car." It was then that voice struck me. I know that voice. It was her.

I was forced into an abandoned house, all filled with webs, looking so unkempt. Has she been staying here? She sat me down and tied me up around a chair. I tried looking at her face. Something felt different but I couldn't see because she was masked.

"I know it's you Anna."

She took a deep breathe, glaring fully at me, a smirk following.

"No, darling. Anna's dead." She unveiled her masked and God, I wanted to puke. She was me.

Harry's pov

I was worried when I saw only Elena's mom and Sharon step inside the wedding gazebo with worried look in their faces. Where the hell is she?

I went forward to them without exercising my patience.

"Where is she?" I went straight forward.

"Uh...we were going to ask same. There was traffic so we missed her." Sharon says.

"What? You missed her? What the hell is going on? Have you tried calling?" I was losing it. I don't know what I'll do if anything ever happens to her.

"It's not reachable but we'll try again." She replied. I took my phone out and dialed her number consequently.

I stared at my reflection in shock. How is this possible? What the hell was she thinking? She brought out a cigarette and light it up, letting me to sink all my thoughts.

"How...how is this possible?"

"Simple question, I had surgery. Now, you know why I have been in hiding. Oh, I know there's a lot of questions you're dying to ask me. Don't you worry cause you're getting them all."

"You might be thinking, Have I gone mad? No, it just started. So, I was thinking what was the best to do to torture my best friend? I thought and thought and thought. Elena loves Harry so much and Shawn loves Elena so badly. What should be done? Why don't we have two Elena. And don't get me wrong, getting back with Shawn with this face won't have an effect on you as it will if I'm the one marrying Harry today. What do you think about my story?" She exhaled the smoke on my face knowing fully well I was an asthmatic.

She was a complete psychopath.

"You...'re cra..zy." I tried to breathe.

"Oh my god...shit.. I forget you're asthmatic. What should I do now? Should I let you die? I mean, that's what I want but I got an inhaler here just in case I changed my mind."

I tried reaching for the inhaler but my hands were tied. I was losing my breathe.

"Fine, fine. I'll let you have it. I'm not that wicked." I got my balance after she let me have the inhaler. My phone rang loudly, distracting us. A smile played on her lips as she saw the person on the screen.

"Look who's calling. My soon-to-be husband." She took the phone from me and answered the call.

"El, have been worried sick about you. Where are you? Are you alright? Please talk to me."

She cleared her throat and tried to imitate my voice.

"Baby, I was caught up in a traffic. I'll be there within a few minutes. And I'm fine, I promise."

She ended the call with a smile. I looked at her with disgust. Is that how I sound like? Ugh..

"What? That's the best you could get." She felt weird. She unzipped her bag and brought out a wedding dress that looked exactly like mine.

"How did you get that?" I was shocked.

"Let's just say I have my way of knowing things." She put it on, looking as gorgeous as I was.

"I don't want to be late for my wedding. I'll see what to do about you when I get back. Not to worry, I'll send you a video of us...you know. It will be fun. I really want to know how he tastes like in you. What I'm I saying? Me, obviously. I'm Elena. Whatever, Bye." She shot the door and opened back.

"One more thing, don't try think of escaping. Wish me luck." And she was gone.

Tears rushed down my cheeks without a stop. This was my worst nightmare. There was nothing I could do to stop that wedding, my wedding. Harry wouldn't even notice. There's no one to come to my aid. I was left alone in her game.

Harry's pov

Elena texted me that she was already here. A sigh of relieve swept across my face. I couldn't wait to see her face. It's been four days and just those days would have marked out as the times I wasn't able to have her to myself. Call me addictive, but Elena always had her way of turning me on every time I set my eyes on her. I wouldn't regret marrying her, instead, I'd call it the best accomplishment in my life. Looking straight, anticipating for her arrival, she walks into gazebo, a smile across her face. Wait a sec, is this El, my El? Cause I couldn't tell the difference. She was far beautiful than I had imagined. It would be because I got use to her face when she wasn't on make-up. Just like I said, she had her ways of turning me up. She walked up to me, a smirk playing across her lips. I wondered what she was up to but I shrugged it off. I just couldn't wait to get married and yeah, in case Anna thinks of ruining the wedding, we've got cover.

I tried all i could to untie myself, but i was out of ideas. There was no way i was getting out of here. I screamed, hoping someone would hear me. It's already been fifteen minutes since she left. She won't have gotten there yet. I need to get out of here. I can't let Harry marry the wrong person. Worst of all, Anna.