𝙖 𝙗𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙮 𝙥𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙚

chapter 3: new & old relationships

"Hello?" Jughead said, answering the phone.

"I need your help with something. Meet me at the FBI office?" Betty asked as she paced her room.

"Yeah, uh, of course. I'll be right there."

Betty hung up the phone, sticking it in her jacket pocket. She opened her bedroom door, walking out quietly.

She arrived at the FBI office, waiting patiently at her desk in the empty room. Everyone else had already left for the night but she insisted they let her stay to 'work on case files.'

A few minutes later, Jughead rushed in. "Hey, Coop."

"Jug, hey," She smiled, sitting at her desk.

He sat down across from her, "Are you okay? What's wrong?" He asked her.

"I called you because I need your help with a case.." She told him. It was hard. It was hard involving him, because it brought back all the memories in her mind. The memories of the two of them investigating together.

Jughead nodded his head, "Who's it about?"

"You remember the TBK?" She asked.

"The killer you went after?"

She nodded, looking down at the desk.

"He.. He's coming, to Riverdale."

"What? How do you know this-"

"He kidnapped me. I was hostage in a well for two weeks," She mumbled to him, bluntly.

"Betty, oh my god. I didn't know-" He was cut off.

She cried out to him, "Please help me."

"I will, of course I will Betty." He assured her.

She smiled, "Thank you, Jug."

Betty arrived home from meeting with Jughead. It was now late at night, so she sneaked in quietly hoping to not bother her mom.

She walked up the stairs and into her room, closing the door silently.

She turned on her cassette player, playing 'Next to Normal' which was now in her room. After the grieving with her mom, Betty had took it from her.

'Things will get better, you'll see' rang in her head. She sang along. She hoped so.

Not only was the TBK messing with her, but so was her grief. She missed her sister, and her father. Was that wrong? She didn't by any means miss the Black Hood. She missed Hal Cooper.

She missed the days where her parents would treat her and Polly to Pop's after ballet. She wished things could go back to how they used to be, but they couldn't.

Betty felt extremely guilty for Polly's death. If she hadn't come home and interrogated her, Polly wouldn't have ran off. She wouldn't have gone on the Lonely Highway. She wouldn't have been murdered. She thought it should have been her instead.

Polly had a whole life ahead of her, a family. She had two children who needed her. She had friends, although most of them were apart of a gang.

It wasn't fair. Why do these things happen to her? Why can't she live a normal life? Why can't she have two parents who love her and a sister who's her best friend?