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

Twenty Five

veronicas pov:

Slowly I tried edging the chair a bit further towards the knife, far enough so I could grab it with my feet and attempt to cut the ropes bounding me to the old wooden chair. I had no idea how long I had been kept here now, or if anyone was coming to help me, but it didn't matter because I needed to help myself, I needed to escape this mind torture.

By the end of this I don't think I can talk to Betty again though, that's for sure.

This was her fault, her idea, and Archie wanted Betty, not me. I was simply bait. That's all I ever was. Pushed off to the sidelines and forgot about. Constantly being called slut and hoe, whilst Betty is praised and cherished for being pink and perfect, she is favored and cared for because she has demons, but don't we all.

I edged closer to the knife, getting it with my feet and attempting to cut through the ropes keeping my feet together. After cutting my ankle a few times, I finally heard the sound of the ropes being cut and my eyes were well adjusted to the dark room by now, being in here for so long, now I just had to cut the ropes keeping my hands together, so I tipped the chair and fell to my side, reaching for the knife in my hand, and slowly cutting the rope, careful not to loose any fingers in the process.

Again, I here the sound of the knife cutting through the rope, and I am completely free.

Maybe their is some hope.

Maybe.

My head pounds as I attempt to stand up.

A wave of nausea washes over me, and my vision becomes blurry, but I push aside all the aching pain and work my way towards the light, every bone in my body was telling me to give up, the pain was taking over, slowly and painfully, but the adrenaline pushed me to work towards the light.
Slowly, as I crawled towards the light, which appeared to be a door, I began to realise I have no idea what is on the other side, I only prayed that nobody was their, that outside was a street, but that was unlikely.
I had a knife in my hand and was ready to kill, I couldn't care less at this point.
I lost all sense of sanity a long while back.
I had finally reached the door, and I slowly pulled for the handle.
Not even remotely ready for what was on the other side of the door.

Right outside, was the one and only Reggie Mantle.
But was he friend or foe?