Fate can be Fatal

Part 29: Mysterious Letter

The very same night, Toni and Cheryl head back to the trailer to pack and get a good nights sleep before heading to Veronicas lake house in the morning. 

The girls grab some food from Pops on their ride home, watch a quick movie together before going to bed early. 

8am the next day, Toni wakes before Cheryl which is usual. It's Saturday and she hears bike engines starting, Sweet Pea and Fangs say their goodbyes for the weekend and head off to Riverdale High's Saturday lessons, since they were both failing math. 

Toni walks back inside the trailer after waving the boys off. Opening the door she notices a letter on the floor among other mail. She picks it up and jumps onto the counter, ready to open it all. Mail, mail, mail, more mail and... the letter. Ripping the paper she pulls out a short, hand written note. 

"Toni, Cheryl's time is up. Return her  - C" 

Not wanting to panic her girlfriend before their trip, she keeps the letter in her pocket hoping it's just a bluff. 

"Cheryl, babe, you getting up today?" chuckling, pulling the duvet off her. 

An exhausted Cheryl rubs her eyes and yawns widely, "five more minutes" she moans and takes back the duvet. 

"Cheryl I'm not your mum" Toni says, laughing at her girlfriend.

She opens her eyes again, "Well thank god, be a bit strange otherwise" laughing back, pulling Toni next to her, "C'mon sleep, it's so early, we don't have to go for another 2 hours" 

"You know I always wake up early" Toni replies, snuggling up to Cheryl. 

"I noticed, it's really annoying. You're never here when I wake up" patting the empty space next to her. 

"Fine, I'll just lay in bed until you wake up, like three hours after me" she banters, kissing Cheryl's cheek.

The girls lay there for a few minutes before Cheryl goes, "you want to go make breakfast don't you?" 

"You know me so well" replies Toni, kissing Cheryl once again and hopping happily out of bed and off to the kitchen.

Whilst making some bacon and eggs, she pulls out the note once again, staring hopelessly at it, wondering who would write something so odd. But having a very strong feeling of who it would probably be...