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Amelia's POV
As soon as I realized everyone was asleep I carefully got out of bed and made my way downstairs. Somehow I successfully made it out of the door.I started walking through riverdale, not really sure what I was looking for, but determined to find something.
Completely zoning out and not paying attention I managed to wonder into the woods. I began to hear leaves crunching underneath feet that weren't mine. Not even thinking it may just be an animal I took off in the opposite direction of town.Stumbling across what looked like a shack, against my better judgment I walked up to it. I began to hear voices echoing out of it.
"Someone help me please!" The voice screamed.
I recognize that voice. But before I could act on it the door swings open and in met with an unfamiliar face with brown eyes.(Can u guess who)
They quickly grabbed me and pulled me inside the shack causing me to fall and hit the ground.
"Millie!" I hear someone scream, I look up to see..
"Cloe?!" I go to run to her but the stranger grabs me and ties me up to a chair right across from cloe."Amelia jones... I don't belive we've had the pleasure of meeting, I'm hiram. Hiram lodge"
"Lodge... as in veronica lodge? Well veronica Andrew's now" I state.
"Ah yes, I'm her father, meaning, that is my granddaughter" he says pointing to cloe. She gives him a look of disgust in return.
"As you can probably tell, my daughter doesnt like me very much, that would be why I took her daughter and made it seem like she was dead, even though she will be soon" he says as he looks back at her."What! No no please just let us go, we wont say anything about you" I try to reason with him.
"You see ms Jones, that's just it, I want her family to suffer for what they did to me, and even if it means taking away their daughter..so be it. I don't have an inch of remorse in my body for that family. You should be lucky I don't kill you too"And with that he steps back, grabs a gun and loads it. Before pulling the trigger and shooting my best friend. Point blank, in the head.
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