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Look After You / part 2

It had been five weeks. I hadn't seen Betty after the night at our- their house. That was probably because I had been purposely avoiding all the places she could be in. Practically that meant that I didn't really leave my small apartment, only when I really had to go get some food or something.

I had owned a little cafe together with Betty when we were still together, witch I naturally quit from when we broke up. That meant I didn't even had a job anymore, and I wasn't ready to start looking for another one. Not yet.

Probably needless to say that I missed her. Oh god how much I missed her. Every time I woke up, for a moment I thought that she was still there laying beside me, and everything was like it used to be. And every time it hit me, nothing was like it used to be.

I wanted to see her. I wanted to see her green eyes, her beautiful smile, her perfect body...but I knew it was better for me to just stay away as much as possible. I didn't know if I could've handled seeing her with that beanie boy. Seeing her smile at him, touch him, kiss him... just the way she used to smile at me, touch me and kiss me.

So I just hoped that everything was okay with her and that she was happy. I just focused on trying to make the time go faster. I knew that time would heal anything, and help me forget and move on. But I had no idea how much time that would take. And all those minutes, all those hours, all those days and weeks it felt like the time wasn't passing at all.

That night I was at home, like every other time. I was sitting on my couch, leaning my head against a pillow. There was some stupid action movie coming from the tv, but I wasn't really looking at it. I just stared at the screen with no thoughts in my empty head.

Then she woke me up from my trance by calling on my phone.

I literally jumped because I hadn't heard that sound for so long. Lazily I got up to look who the caller was.

I felt my heart skip a beat when I saw her name flashing on the screen. All the things I told her that night five weeks ago came back to my mind.

Why would she need me now? What if something happened to her?

Without thinking any further, I glanced at the numbers at the top of the screen. 22:45. She was never out this late. She had to be at home.

I picked up the call and without listening what she had to say I told her "I'm on my way." and hung up.

I had never drove that fast. Usually I didn't even drive, but now I couldn't waste time by walking.

I tried to push all those thoughts away, but they kept coming back.

What if Jughead hurt her?
What if she hurt herself?
What if I'm too la- no. Not that. No.

And I stepped on the gas even harder.

As soon as I got to the house, I jumped off my car. I ran through the garden and jumpped up the stairs and slammed my fist against the door. It took her a moment to come at the door and for those minutes I was already losing my mind, praying that she would be okay.

And then the door opened.

There she stood. For a moment I let my gaze hover over her face, neck and arms.

No bruises, no cuts, no blood. Thank god, thank god, thank god...

My eyes met hers again and I let out the breath I hadn't noticed I was holding.

With a one big step I was in front of her and wrapped my arms around her slim waist. I buryed my nose into her soft locks and let out a shaky breath against her neck.