MY GIRL- BUGHEAD

CHAPTER 17

Betty's POV

"Let's start from the beginning," Sheriff Keller sighs. We all nod.

I push off my shoes and pull my knees under my chin, as I'm sitting on Jug's lap and shaking, "Are you cold?" he asks me worriedly.

I chuckle with tears, "What do you think? It's snowing outside and I'm in some hospital gown," I cry.

He chuckles at me with a sad face and gets up, "Can we start this later?" he asks and helps me up, "Kevin, Arcvie's your size, he can give you some clothes, take a shower," he asks.

They all laugh at him and nod, "Come on baby," he says and kisses my hair and helps me to go upstairs into my room, Veronica following us.

"Ronnie, can you do it yourself?" I ask her. She looks doubtful, "No," she sighs.

"Archie can help you," Jug says and kisses her hair as I hand her some of my clothes.

"Thanks guys," she sighs and goes into Archie's room, as Kevin is probably showering in Jug's.

"Do you need help?" he asks me.

I cry and nod and take my sweater off. His eyes widen, seeing all my cuts, "What did they do to you?" he cries.

I sigh with tears and kiss his lips, "My legs too, so I definately need your help," I cry.

He nods and takes my clothes that I took out and helps me to the bathroom and then helps me to undress and into the shower.

"Okay, it can hurt baby, because off all of your cuts, but you're freezing so I need to do it with hot water," he says.

I sugh with tears and nod and he puts the water on. It starts running.

"You're getting wet," I cry, "I have more clothes," he says and kisses my now wet hair.

He starts to wash my hair with shampoo and it's realxing.

*Time pass, 15 minutes*

"Okay," he sighs and helps me out of the shower and kisses my forehead.

"I love you," I cry.

"And I love you," he says and I kiss him softly.

"Let's get you in some warm clothes, you're still shaking," he sighs sadly. I nod with tears and he kisses my temple.

He helps me to dry myself and get clothes on.

"Okay, should we dry your hair?" he asks.

I shake my head and wipe my tears away, "Can you just brush them? It's relaxing, especially with wet hair," I say.

He smiles a little and takes the hairbrush and sits on the bed and pulls me on his lap. He starts doing it and I sigh in relaxion with tears.

"Are you crying because of that plsce or because of your mom?" he asks me softly.

"Mom, I guess," I cry.

He sighs, "Why two weeks?" he asks.

I shrug my shoulders, "I don't know. But I wrote in my diary, that I'm not sure if I can ever stop, once I start. And I'm afraid that I can't," I cry.

He sighs and turns me on his lap a little and I turn my head to him, "Baby. You can cry as long as you need. And I don't know what they did to you there, but you can't shut down again," he says, still brushing my hair.

I sigh and nod, "I know, that's why I screamed there every day and tried to hit them," I say.

He starts to laugh and I smirk at myself while crying. He kisses my temple and puts my brush down.