Broken: the Ultimate Crossover

Chapter 17

Betty's POV

It's the middle of the night, 1:54 a.m. to be precise, when my phone rings.

It's Jonathan.

The boy never stays awake past nine p.m. so I know that something's wrong.

I pick up the phone and press it to my ear. "Jonathan?"

"Betty, I need to get out of here." No greeting, no "hi Betty, how's your night? Sorry I woke you."

"What are you talking about?" I ask him tiredly.

"I can hear him," he sounds panicked. "Everytime I closed my eyes I hear his voice over the phone. It only got worse. It started sounding like he was really here, standing right next to my bed. But everytime I sit up he's not here. I need to get out."

I sigh to myself and mumble inaudibly, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Where do you want to go?"

"I want to look for him."

"Jonathan..." I mumble. "It's almost two in the morning."

"Please, Betty," he pleads, sounding tired and distressed. I hate it when he sounds like that.

"Fine," I finally give in, reluctantly though. "I'll meet you in the park in half an hour."

"Thank you," he replies happily and then hangs up without a goodbye.

I sit up in my bed and run a hand through my messy blonde hair before my feet hit the ground. I roll up a blanket and place it at the bottom of my door so if, by some chance, my mom is awake, she doesn't know I'm up. Then I lock it.

I turn on the lamp beside my bed and make my way to my closet. I open the door and grab a heavy sweater (it's bound to be cold) and retrieve my jeans from the previous day from the laundry basket. I find a pair of wool socks and put on my lace up boots, grab my phone, then grab my jacket and a hat for good measure. I turn off my lamp and open my window and feel the brisk air hit my face.

I shiver and crawl out into the night air onto my roof, shutting the window behind me. I quietly make my way to the corner of my house and use the fence between my house and Archie's to get to the ground.

When I finally hit the ground I look around and see no one. My skin prickles at the thought that the demagorgan could be lurking around any corner. I walk out into the street and look both ways, then back at my house and sigh before taking off down the street.

If I run fast enough the demagorgan can't catch me, right?

Twenty minutes and a side stitch later, I reach the city park. The fog moves slowly around me, but it's not too thick, thank God.

I can see Jonathan standing alone under a street light, looking out into the fog. My heart almost breaks when I see him. His hair is a mess, his eyes are drooping, and he's wringing his hands like it's the only thing that will save his life.

I make my way over to him. "Hey."

He jumps upon seeing me and then exhales. "Jesus, Betty you scared me."

"Sorry," I apologize and then frown. "You look...awful."

"Thanks," he replies with a nervous laugh, his cheeks creasing with an awkward smile. "I was about to go crazy. Thank you for doing this with me. You have no idea how much this means to me."

I sigh and shrug, looking out into the night. "Anything for a friend. So what's the plan?"

Jonathan scratches his head and makes a face. "Uh..."