Part 6

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Betty's PoV

"I'm in here" I say, informing Veronica of my location. I'm still trying to get through to Jughead but every time I ring it goes through to voicemail. Somethings wrong- I can feel it- and I don't know what I'd do if I lost Jughead too.

V joins me on Archie's bed and hugs me tightly,
"I'm sure he's ok B" she says in attempt to reassure me.
"How. How could you possibly think he's ok. You know what this towns like. And with whoever- killed Kevin on the loose.." I reply and little harshly, (I can't hold back the frustration) nothing ever seems to go right for me.

Veronica rests her head on my shoulder,
"Betty how many times has Jughead nearly died" she asks.
"I don't know.. at least 4 times now" I mutter.
"So the evidence shows he's basically immortal at this point. See, you've got nothing to worry about" she nudges me slight and her words are almost enough to make me smile. Jug is tough, he does always find a way out. But where the hell is he~ and what the happened.

"And, as much as I shouldn't encourage this, if anyone can find him it's you" she adds, sitting up to look at me.
"You're a great detective Betty, that's obvious"
I smile weakly and close my eyes to think,
"Well he was about to tell us who killed Kevin, so whoever did this is probably tied in and didn't want us finding out. Though that seemed pretty obvious." I explain opening my eyes to look at her.

"We should call the sheriff." Archie's voice says softly from the door way and I look over to him, only just noticing his appearance.
I nod and get my phone out. Jugheads dad (the sherif) won't take well to this, then again it's not the first time he's heard this sort of news.

Archie's PoV

As Betty calls sherif Jones, I go back downstairs and go to the kitchen for a drink.
I hope jugs ok. He will be. Probably..
as I'm filling my glass up from the tap I'm lost in thought at the possibility of what could've happened to my best friend. I notice the glass overflowing and quickly turn the tap off finally snapping out of my gaze. Something stops me dead in my tracks. A face. Staring right at me though the window. Only inches in front.

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