The Story Of Veronica Lodge

Chapter 13

Veronica Lodge's POV

I skipped school today to plan daddy's funeral. It breaks my heart that he's gone, but he still deserves to have one last great "party". Daddy loves parties, he threw one every week. He loves being able to socialize and forget about stress. His business was so much work, and I still have no idea how I'm going to handle it. But I had to look for some clues to run it successfully. Off to my parent's room.

I haven't touched daddy's room since he passed. I was too fearful to find something that could ruin my mood. The first place I looked was his dresser, he never let anyone go in it. I felt like I was trespassing, but I had to know what was so important. I opened the drawer and saw a stack of pictures. I sat on the bed and looked through them. A picture of me everyday, for the past eighteen years. Six thousand, five hundred, seventy pictures just waiting to be looked at. So many pictures, everyone do different. I took the picture and payed them all on the bed, only to find a piece of paper taped to the picture of me on my eighteenth birthday. April twenty fourth, about one month ago. I picked up the paper and was shocked to see only two words written down.

"Run Ronnie."

The cursive script sent chills down my back. Run? Why would I have to run? I try to forget the thought, but I can't. Who do I have to run from? What do I have to run to? I was scared. Scared of who, or what, was out to get me.

I quickly shower and dress in all black, a touch of white with my pearls. I jump in my car and drive to the funeral home. I feared as cats behind me were following me, but always turned a corner when I looked back. People on the streets looked at my car, almost trying to examine me. But were facing the other direction when I looked back at them. Stoplights were always red, but the cars behind me would beep, telling me to go. My gps told me to go right, when I had to go left. My whole world was upside down. Run Ronnie. But I kept driving. I drove all the way to the funeral home, safely. I parked my car, without any problems. I walked inside the home, looking just as normal as the day before.

"Veronica, good to see you dearie!" Mrs. Cliff, the funeral home director, greeted me.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Cliff, I came to-" I was cut off.

"To rearrange a funeral, for Mr. Lodge." She continued.

I nodded, and follow her to a small office. She hands me a stack of papers.

"Just circle what you would like." She says.

I chose blue and black for the color scheme. Blue roses would line the perimeter. I podium would stand in the middle of the front of the room. Fifty chairs lined up in rows of ten. I black coffin, with blue detailing. Pictures of my father on each wall. It seemed perfect. Just another party to be thrown. But this was a special party. An important party.

"I finished the paper, Mrs. Cliff." I called out, looking around the room.

"Please come into the room to your right, we have to pick out the perfect coffin." She replies.

I stepped into the room, and my eyes were set on many blue and black coffins. Mrs. Cliff waves me over, for a closer look. I touch each of them, none of them would please my father. The detailing rather weird. Everything from skulls to birds. But my eyes were drawn to a black coffin, with a navy blue crown plastered on the top. I opened it and saw many blue silk lining the inside. Daddy would love it. This is what he would've wanted.

"Please, take a closer look." Mrs. Cliff insists pushing me closer to the coffin.

My torso, pressing against the side, was uncomfortable. When I tried to move back, she would push me closer. She pushed me until I tripped, one more push and I landed into the coffin. It closed on top of me. I pounded on the top.

"Your mine now, sweet little Veronica Lodge. No need to scream." A muffled voice assured.

I took out my phone and texted Archie.

Veronica: please help me. track my phone down. mrs. cliff kidnapped me. please come before it too late.

Archie: I'll be there soon. I told the cops, Betty, and Jug. we're going to find you. I promise.

Veronica: please hur-

I never finished the text. Mrs. Cliff had opened the coffin and I had hid my phone. I slide it it a slit in the silk material. Please find me soon.

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heyo. sorry for a kinda boring chapter. running out of ideas over here. have a good day. byeeeeeeee