(If Loving You Is Wrong) I Dont Wanna Be Right| Bughead \Continued/

Twenty Four

Betty's POV

I never really liked Cheryl, in fact I hated her, but seeing her here, in the middle of Archie Andrews dorm room with a slit throat and bruised body, it broke my heart. Nobody deserved that. Besides Archie Andrews himself. Jughead quickly stepped in front of me, afraid someone would jump out, afraid Archie would jump out. But he didn't, so me and Jughead just stood their for a while, until I finally spoke.

'We need to call the police' I said, taking my phone out of my pocket and dialing 911.

'Yeah' Was all Jughead could mumble out.

After this I knew I would get nightmares, but this wasn't about me, it was about cheryl, poor cheryl.

'911 whats your emergency' 

I explained what happened. Everything. From beginning to end.

By the end I was crying, the police were on the way and soon this would be over, it was obvious now that Archie was behind this, we just needed the police to know that and soon enough they would. Jughead pulled me into a huge bear hug and in his arms I felt safe, cared for and  blocked out from all the danger surrounding us. He was my safe haven, and deep down I knew that from the very beginning.From our 'one night stand' that didn't turn out to be one night stand, all the way to now, he cared for me like no other, even after pushed him away and ran back to Archie. I was falling for Jughead Jones more and more every day, and I just prayed that he felt the same.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when the police barged in, I didn't really pay attention to much that happened after, I blanked out and Jughead could tell that I didn't want to speak, so he did all the talking for me, whilst keeping me tucked under his arm and to his side.

I didn't realize the tears streaming down my face again until Jughead spoke up.

'Betty, sweetheart. Whats wrong' Jughead spoke soothingly.

'Everything' I whispered back.

Every tragic event that had happened was my fault, Veronica's kidnapping, Cheryl being murdered, I've hurt so man people, because of stupid selfish actions. And here I was still making this about me. I hated myself.

The police said that tomorrow we would both be brought into questioning, which was understandable, but for now we got to go home and sleep. I needed sleep.

'Come on Betts, We can go now, the forensics are coming and we need to leave so they can do their job'

I nodded and let him guide me from the crime scene as the tears blinded my vision. 

When we reached the dorm, I let it all out, all the tears and worries that had been building up again, but this time I would not go down the easy way, because I had Jughead now? Or did I? We hadn't really talked about 'us' we haven't been on a proper date, at the minute I guess we are just friends, but what can I expect really, with all the chaos going on.

'Betty, come on sweetheart, you need to lie down for a while' Jughead mumbled

I whispered a soft okay and lied down on the soft couch, letting the pillows engulf me and sleep take over.

Veronicas POV

I didn't know how long I had been here now, I was living off of a slice of bread and glass of water each day that they provided and I was slipping in and out of sleep very so often when my body could literally not handle being awake.

I had completely lost hope now, and I sat thinking about all the things I wouldn't be able to do like graduate, fall in love, have a heartbreak, get married, have children or get a job, that hurt more than the gaping stab wound in my leg, not being able to experience things I've dreamed about sucked and now I was just waiting for someone to come and slowly torture me, I also planned out sickening scenarios in my head as to what could happen and every time I did fall in to sleep, nightmares would creep up on me. 

As I was staring at my feet I saw a small shining object in the corner of my eye, a sharp knife with some blood on, not far from the chair I was still tied to, Archie must've dropped it and that means it would of been there for a while, I couldn't believe it, it might have been a trap, but I didn't care, I wanted to escape. So I started my attempts to reach the knife.

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