Don't You Hear My Call?

Bad Mistakes

Freddie's POV

Brian and I stood in front of Roger, jaws dropped and mouths agape. "S-She's not pregnant?" I asked. Roger shook his head. "It doesn't seem like it, and she's definitely in it for the money. Why else would she make John sign a prenup?" He raises an eyebrow at Brian.

"We need to tell John" Brian said. He grabbed Roger's hand and we walked to John's room. "Wait, it's 4:15! They're probably at the chapel already!" Roger ran towards the lift and we all squished in.

"We need to get there fast." I said. The boys nodded and when the elevator doors opened, we sprinted out and towards the street. Brian hailed a cab quickly and we got in.

"130 Fisher Loop please! As fast as you can if you will!" Brian yelled. The driver took off. None of us had thought to sit up front, so we were all squeezed together in the back seats. Roger had given up and decided to sit on Brian's lap.

"What if you don't make it in time?" I asked. "Don't be silly Fred, John wouldn't have the wedding without us." Roger tried to reassure me. "But Lacey would" I countered.

Lacey would make John do whatever she said. If what Brian told me was true, she could ruin him. She's already tortured him enough. It pains me just to think about it. I know John has fucked it before, be he does not deserve to be emotionally and physically hurt.

"Can we get an ETA?" Roger poked his head between the front and drivers seat, attempting to speak to the cabby.

"Should be there any minute now." Roger smiled and straightened Brian's tie. "If we're going to wreck this wedding, we've got to do it in style."

Just then, that can came to an abrupt stop. I threw some money at the man, not bothering to count, and jumped out of the car. Brian and Roger tumbled out after me. We were outside a pristine white chapel. I could hear the faint sound of wedding bells.

"What's the time Rog?" I asked. The wedding started at 4:30, so time is of the essence. "4:26, you need to get in there." I nodded and ran up the stairs with the boys in tow. I nearly tripped but caught myself.

I pushed open the big wooden doors of the church to find an entrance where John stood at the end of a long aisle. It was too late.

The wedding march started playing and I looked behind me. Lacey was there in her white wedding dress, glaring at me. I was in her way and was in no hurry to move. Brian and Roger were behind her, out of breath.

"Move Freddie" she spat at me. I raised an eyebrow at her tone. She rolled her eyes and scoffed, pulling up her dress to quickly walk around me. I stopped her from passing, but she went the other way. The only way out was to run.

I ran down the aisle. John saw me coming and shook his head. I didn't care, I needed to talk to him. There were three people in the tiny pews. Some who I can only imagine as random strangers they needed for the marriage to be valid.

Once I got to the end, John looked at me puzzled. Lacey was walking down the aisle in a fit. Fuming that I just ruined her wedding. But who gives a fuck about her anyway?

"Freddie what are you doing?" John asked. "Yeah Freddie, What the hell are you doing?!" Lacey yelled. I looked at John deeply, begging with my eyes. "John if you have ever loved me, you will not do this" I said. His gaze moved between me and Lacey.

"Johnny you don't love him and you never have, we're the ones getting married." Lacey sneered.

"Oh shut up you blonde bitch!"

It was Roger. He and Brian were at the back of the chapel. Lacey looked back with an evil expression. Roger just shot her a smug smirk. Boy did he have a lot of nerve.