From Hate To Love

A Stranger In The House

Jughead's POV

It's the day, the long-awaited day, not only by me, but also by the generations before me who have not had their revenge. I remember very clearly that eleven years ago my paternal grandmother told me about the events that happened in Riverdale. I've thought about it a lot since her death, and I think it's the best thing to do.

I get up with difficulty from my big bed, go to the kitchen, pour myself a bowl of cereal and eat quietly while watching the news on the television in front of me. Something caught my attention... the new journalist is introducing herself, apparently her name is "Alice Cooper", the last name of the latter marked me. Maybe my mission will turn out to be less difficult than expected.

I look carefully at the place where this woman lives... damn! She resides in Riverdale. I have to go there now to inspect the situation more closely. I already have an idea of ​​how I'm going to get in the house.

I don't finish my bowl; put on my coat; go outside; get on my motorcycle; and drives to Riverdale. From GreenDale to Riverdale, it's not that long of a drive. I know it may seem strange to go there so quickly, but it's very important, I absolutely have to settle this story of generation in battle.

Betty's POV

- Elizabeth! yelled my mother.
- I'm coming! I yelled back.

I go down quickly and look at my mother who is putting away her coat and her keys.

- It went well? I asked her.
- Yes, very well, and what did you do while I was away? My mother asks me.
- Nothing interesting, I say honestly.
- All right, she concludes, putting the groceries away.

I sit at the table and watch my mother putting the food in the fridge, I play at the same time with my locks of blond hair.

- I bought you some - my mother was interrupted by knocking at the front door.

I look at my mother, frowning. Who can be here? She goes to open the door slowly,

I can see a young man about my age, with dark brown hair, he wears a hat — in summer — and is dressed in dark clothes. It's actually quite sexy.

- Hello, I'm lost, can I have a map of the city, please...? Said the boy in the gray hat politely.
- Uh, yes, come in, my mother told him with a bright smile.
- Thank you very much, he replies entering the house, then heading into the living room.

I smile at him slightly and go to join my mother in the kitchen — who is looking for a map for the young man.

- Mommy, I whispered to my mother, why did you let a stranger in here...?
- He asked for help, so I'm helping him, she said finding a map, got it!
- Mom, he's a stranger.
- I know it, sweetie, she said to me, heading into the living room where the young man is supposed to be.

Rendered in the room in question; we don't see anyone there. I look at my mother questioningly.

- Mom, why isn't he here anymore? I say to my mother while looking around me.
- Uh... I-I don't know, she said stuttering, maybe he went to the bathroom.

I sigh, and look at my mother again with a look of incomprehension.

- I'm going to get the gun under my bed, I whispered to my mother.
- Be careful, honey.

I nod, then slowly go upstairs to go to my room. Always with discretion; I go inside the room in which I spend all my time — my bedroom.

- Where are you? I whispered to myself as I searched for the box hidden under my bed.

Jughead's POV

I'm sitting on the sofa and I contemplate the family frames arranged near the television. From what I see they seem very happy, too bad that their happiness is soon falling apart...

Anyway, I start my plan, I get up slowly from the sofa, go up the stairs gently and go to "Betty's" room. I know their house perfectly, I studied it  with the help of certain teammates sometimes posing as neighborhood inspectors. I feel up to it for this mission.

I've been hiding inside the young woman's wardrobe for a few minutes now. I'm anxiously waiting for her to come to her room, so I can take her to HQ.

Two minutes passed, she finally enters the room in question, I observe her with discretion. It's the perfect moment, she's under her bed to find I don't know what.

The second that follows, I leave the wardrobe quietly; put on my gloves silently; take a lamp which is placed on her drawer; pulls her legs to get her out from under her bed; and suddenly knocks her very hard on the head.