They say when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. What happens when life gives you an organ-stealing cult, a horror game come to life, and drug-dealing drama all while you're trying to have a normal junior year of high school? Savanna Marrows is...
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The silence in my apartment threatened to swallow me whole as I sat on the couch, my entire body curled under a giant blanket. Betty had easily agreed to my idea of using the speakeasy to collect all of the parents and investigate the Midnight Club, especially when I told her I couldn't due to seeing Hiram. I was positive he already knew of my return to Riverdale, no doubt Sheriff Minetta would inform him if he didn't.
My anxiety was kicking me full force today, especially since Jughead was so stressed over seeing the Gargoyle King in the forest last night. I was on edge, every inch of my skin prickling at the thought of being watched or caught or worse, killed. I could feel my already weak sense of control slipping further as I stared at the various medication bottles on the table. While I was trying to get rid of the medicine, it seemed completely impossible at this point to accomplish that on my own.
My meetings with my therapist had been going better so I had tried leaning away, thinking that I was figuring it out on my own. Evidently, I was wrong. My body ached to feel something that proved I wasn't numb anymore, that I was back home and safe with people I loved.
The heels of my palms pressed harshly against my teary eyes as I choked back a sob. Jughead hadn't answered any of my calls the past few hours and I needed to talk to him before I lost control completely.
My finger hovered over FP's number on my phone. If anyone knew where Jughead was, it would be him. After a moment of hesitation, I tossed my phone aside. FP would think I sounded absolutely insane if I called him right now.
Taking a deep breath, I aggressively wiped the tears off my cheeks before pulling my shoes on and yanking my Serpent jacket over my shoulders. I winced as it pulled on my still healing tattoo, but I didn't pause.
The walk to the Jones trailer passed in a blur of tears and quick steps as I tried to control my breathing to prevent the panic attack that threatened to break free. I needed Jughead.
My hand hovered above the door, posed to knock, but I stopped short. I pressed the back of my hand against my lips as a sob escaped my throat, my feet stumbling back on their own will. I grabbed the railing tightly with my other hand as I fought to catch my breath. Forcing my body forward, I managed to knock gently on the door. I could barely hear a reply, but figuring it was an invitation anyway, I twisted the door knob and made my way in.
"Sav, you hungry?" Jughead's voice was sarcastic and low as I shut the door behind myself. I tried to answer him but a whimper replaced my words, instantly gaining his attention. "Baby, what's wrong?"
I turned on my heels to find him sitting on the floor near the fridge, his right hand handcuffed tightly to the handle. I dropped to my knees and pulled a pin from my hair to pick the lock.
"Hey, hey, hey," Jughead pulled my shaky hands away, "What's wrong? Talk to me?"
I shook my head gently as I forced my lungs to intake air. "Just let me do this first," My throat burned as I spoke while my hands forced the bobby pin back into the lock. Jughead's fingers brushed tears from my cheeks but he didn't stop me again, this time letting me go to work.
