Rainy Days ▸ BUGHEAD

chapter twenty seven

"cheryl why are we tied up to chairs?" archie asked. "this isn't a wild west movie. well maybe it is, but..."

"shut it red head!" alice snarled back.

yep you heard archie, we were all tied up to chairs. how we got here is an entirely different story maybe i'll save it for another day. but yes cheryl basically kidnapped us but in a downlow way. strange but yet lately it doesn't seem odd  for cheryl to do.

i mean she did tie us to chairs and place us in her attic. why i couldn't tell you then, but the i knew there was something off about this. you kinda get this wish washy feeling, ya know? sometimes you just know.

"oh yeah archie this is definitely a wild west movie." cheryl said. "can't you just see this beautiful movie set?"

archie seemed so happy. "told y'all i was right."
he obviously didn't know any sort of sarcasm. typical archie. "where's my cowboy hat."

cheryl rolled eyes, as all of us did. something was still not answered, why? why are we here, is there an actual purpose? who really knew at the time. i know i was more worried about what cheryl was gonna do. not just to me, but to betty, and alice and hal. archie so so.

if only grundy were here, i'd love to see her suffer.

"so if we aren't here because of archie's dumb idea, tell us the real reason." betty asked.

"good question cooper." cheryl said. " i have a surprise."

archie's eyes lighted up. "i hope its that new x-box! i'd kill for one of those but my dad really doesn't want me to have i-"

"ARCHIE!" betty and i yelled in unison.

archie was no help, i decided to ignore him. i watched as cheryl grabbed a small rectangle, which was all i could see of it from where i was. but i also noticed her walk towards a blue curtain.

something was behind that curtain.

i wanted to stand up and just yell at her to reveal what was hiding behind it. but the i remembered i can't stand. i'm tied up in a chair. but i could still try. then again, what's the point? it will never work out.

cheryl walked to the curtain, standing in front of it. "hope ya like it, betty."

cheryl pulls away the curtain, faster than light itself. she reveals a young girl, around our age, sitting in a chair. she was also tied up. by the look of her eyes, i knew who she was, had it not be obvious?

polly cooper

wow, i guess archie is right. now did i picture her being held hostage in cheryl's attic? maybe not that extreme but i mean my guess was pretty accurate.

"you see this here remote?" cheryl said. she showed us like a first grader would do show and tell. "this leads to a series of painful objects, that could kill polly. unless she confesses to the murder, which me all know she did."

"how can you afford all of this?" archie asked.

"my old guy is loaded archie." cheryl said. "just like the gun was, ya know the one polly used to kill jason!"

"cheryl, don't you think this is a bit extreme?" betty kindly asked.

"don't ya think murder is a extreme?" cheryl said. "unless one of you ding bats wanna confess, then miss polly here will be killed."

alice started to cry. "you can't kill polly, those babies are due any moment."

"5"

we were all toast, no one was gonna confess.

"4"

silence continued as our terrible fate was about to begin.

"3"

"2"

"I did it!" someone shouted.

and who will shock me still to this day.