"Don't let go"

27- six months and not a phone call

Betty's Point Of View-

I didn't question why the door was open when I turned the engine off and looked up at the porch, Veronica was here like five minutes ago, she must've of thought I didn't have a key or something, or she's just a dope and forgot.

I walked in and shut the door behind me throwing my keys in the little bowl beside the door. Hanging my jacket up on the hook and turning the tv on to the music channel, dancing around the kitchen making my dinner. A grilled cheese with a healthy amount of tomato ketchup, weirdly delightful.

I sat on the couch nodding my head in time to the music and occasionally singing to a song that came on as I finished every last crumb of my sand which, I usually eat at the bar but I got there late and it was karaoke night so it was packed.

I headed straight to the bathroom and took my ear rings out and my work uniform, counting the tips out of my apron, $13.50 in tips, not too bad considering hog eye paid me $45 for working tonight, he always pays me more than he should because I'm the baby girl of the bar.

I stepped into the shower and washed my hair like I usually do massaging my head which was still booming and I'm pretty sure if I closed my eyes and focused really hard, I could still hear the ozzy osbourne track playing in the bar.

I washed my self with Jugheads shower gel, something I've been doing since he died, I love the smell of him, it calms me down and when I dreaming I feel like it's him wrapped around me, not the pillow I'm hugging for comfort.

It was easy drying my hair that night, it's became a ritual not to sleep with it wet, I made the mistake of sleeping with it wet and then not brushing it the next day and my hair got so matted I had to get it cut. It's not much shorter than it was but it was a lot thinner and manageable. I slipped on jugs "S" t shirt and my black panties and made my way into the airing cupboard past my room to put my towel and uniform in the washing basket.

My door was open a jar and I saw someone sat with the back against the wall underneath the window at the side of my bed. That was weird, and I immediately started to silently freak out. FP was doing business and my phone was in the living room even if I wanted to ring somebody I couldn't.

"Who's there!" I shouted. And got no reply, when I popped my head back around the door they were still there on the floor.

"My dads going to be back any minute" I lied in the hopes they would run.

Instead my own voice filtered through the air.

"You'll never hear this Jughead, but I'm sat in your tree house, drinking your whiskey pretending this is all a dream"

Was I hearing this correctly? Was that my message to jughead, at his funeral I sent that to him, what sort of sick and twisted game is this, why would some random stranger do something like that? And how did they get this message.

I pushed the door open all the way so I was stood in the middle of the door frame, looking at the man hunched over in the corner.

He looked up and it was as if my heart had stopped, like the ground dispersed from beneath me and I was drunk trying to stand up and steady myself.

"What the fuck" I shouted as he stood up to walk towards me and I put my hand out to stop him.

"Your not real, your not really here, I'm going to wake up any minute" I sobbed and he stood in the middle of the room.

"You're dead, there was a funeral, we buried you, your gone, you're not really here" I practically screamed.

"I'm here Betty" he said softly, regret etched all over his face.