The Neighbor // H.S

Chapter Eighteen

Chelsea's POV

My head shot up as the sound of the heavy door to the room slammed shut. In walked a very pretty woman. She flipped her hair before she pulled out a chair in front of me. I had been tied to this chair for hours. I hadn't eaten or had a drink. I was more than violated and I just wanted it to all end. 

A tear started to slip down my cheek as the thought of my family and friends popped into my head. There was a high chance that I would probably never make it out of here alive. Dave would be devastated. My parents would probably fall into a deep depression. And Harry. God, I could only imagine how far Harry would take things if he found out I was dead. 

"Why are you crying?" the girl chimed in after a while, an attitude in her tone. 

I looked up at her and frowned. "Why do you think? I didn't sign up to me held hostage by you. To be raped..." my voice was starting to crack.

The woman shifted in her seat and looked down at the floor. I could tell she was uncomfortable. I could also tell that she was probably not the master mind behind this scam. 

"You don't want to do this, do you?" I asked her after a while.

She looked at me sharply before she stood up from the chair. She walked over to a dresser and let her hands play around with a little trinket. I waited for her next move. For her to at least talk to me. 

"No." She spoke, a sigh leaving her mouth. "No, this was not my idea. I didn't know he would take this so far. I'm sorry." 

She turned and walked over to the bathroom. Grabbing a cup, she turned the tap on and filled it with water. Slowly, she walked back over towards me and held the cup to my lips. Without hesitation, I took a sip of the water. I smiled when she pulled away and sat back down in front of me.

"How do you know him?" I questioned, my voice coming out a little hoarse.

She laughed and played with her hands. "We met a while back. At a party. We had a few things in common and ever since we have been on this one mission. Well, he has." she explained.

"Was the mission to take me out? What did I ever do to either of you?" I questioned, anger in my voice.

"You stole my man from me. You took Harry. I was his first. He said he loved me, until he met you...."

"At Zayn's party." I said, cutting her off. 

She shook her head and leaned in closer to me. "You walked into that room with your short black dress on, turning heads. Harry was lost in your look. He said he was going to get a drink for me and that was the last I saw of him." 

She got up again and walked over to the dresser. Her eyes were starting to swell up with tears. I instantly felt bad. 

"He didn't even call me. He just stopped coming to see me. Before I knew it, he had moved. Then I saw him with you one day at the SoHo House. He was kissing your neck and whispering sweet nothings to you. I asked for your order, and he acted as if we were strangers." she cried.

I remembered that day. I kept asking Harry why the waitress kept looking at him funny. He was growing irritated and insisted that she was just an attention seeking fan. I dropped it there, but  I always wondered. 

"Have you been following me and Harry since then? Is that why you tried to run me over this morning?" I questioned her, sitting up a little bit in my chair. 

"No, I haven't but someone else has." she spoke up.

"Who?" I pushed.

"It's been.." she was cut off by her phone ringing.