I sat shivering in the armchair staring blankly at the wall. I knew my dad was back. I felt it in my gut, my instinct, my sixth sense. But nobody listened to me, instead everyone attempted to convince me my dad was dead.

And somehow I was the one who ended up nearly being killed.

FP was in front of me, sat in another armchair, continually asking me questions. I was still in a huge state of shock, and I had not completely taken in what had just happened. I was truly trying my best to answer FP's questions, but every other second a vision of my dad's piercing green eyes looking at me with the most vigurous hatred flashed through my mind, followed by an image of one of his many victims I had discovered throughout the terrifying night, or his claw, inches away from my chest.

Then a thought hit me. He knew about my Mom's obsession with Charles, how Edgar was manipulating everyone I cared about. How the farm was trying so incredibly hard to get me to join them, why was I the only one they were so desperately after?

And why did my own Dad want to kill me tonight, if I was the one who helped him out of prison and he wanted me to join him so badly? I'm by far not the biggest sinner in Riverdale.

My mom however was my priority, I watched FP as he sighed, realising I was in too much of a state to answer any of his questions sufficiently so reluctantly he let me go. I had asked Jughead not to tell him about my living situation (the fact I was homeless) because he was the sheriff and would have to put me into care or something like that. Also I secretly knew that if he found out how my Mom was being manipulated by Edgar, it would absolutely crush him and he'd do something he'd regret.

"Jughead, drive her to her house will you?" FP sighed standing up and collecting his notes.

Jughead looked at me guiltily, and I returned his expression.

"Betty where do you and Alice live now? I never asked." He asked as a throw away question.

I gulped, "near Pop's, about 10 minutes walk from here." I answered flustered. I was surprised I could think of that lie so quickly. It seemed to please him as he briskly walked out the door.

As soon as he shut the door I turned to Jughead, "please drop me off at the farm, I need to visit my Mom. I have to warn her. We need to get out of here." I said grabbing my coat as fast as possible.

"Betty? Are you ok?" Jughead asked, placing his hands gently on my shoulders in hopes to comfort me, but I shrugged them off reluctantly, "I can't imagine what you went through tonight."

"I'm fine." I replied walking briskly out as he hurried behind me. I couldn't help but looked towards the corridor, just moments ago I had been running down for my life. Images in my head of my dad's eyes staring at me, light reflecting of his new metal hook flashed across my mind as a single tear slid down my face. Jughead managed to catch up with me at my stillness and wrapped his warm hand around my waist, "come on, we need to get your Mom." Jughead said helping me out of the school.

After Jughead had dropped me off at the farm I ran straight in and burst through the doors, sprinting straight past a few crazy farmies casually wondering about the halls. I ran straight to the main hall, hoping I would find her there.

"Mom?!" I was relieved to find she was safely completing some sort of culty jigsaw.

"Betty? What are you doing here?" She said confused, watching me breathe heavily.

"Listen to me, I was right, Dad escaped, he's back I saw him." I said firmly, trying to get straight to the point.

"No, they confirmed he's dead- "

"No, he survived he chased me! During prom... he's killing people again." I cut her off sharply, watching as confusion clouded her face.

"No, no, no, no, no," she said flustered, "Betty, I left that all behind."

"Mom you have to deal with this!" I shouted, "Dad is back... and I think he's coming here next!"

"What! Why would he come here?

"Because I told him about your engagement with Edgar, and how he plans to adopt the twins... and he was really upset!"

"Why were you talking to that monster!?"

"Because he fooled me Mom! And he's my Dad! I mean you weren't exactly there for emotional support?!"

I watched as the sadness grew on my Mom's face but I ignored it.

"Mom, what do we do?"

"Or you could stay here?" I looked around to see Edgar slyly watching us, leaning against the doorway casually.

"Betty will you stay?"

If I stayed I could look after my Mom, it didn't nesscesarily mean I had to join the farm. Also I did feel safe here, the sisters of quiet mercy was built to keep people in, consequently keeping me safe. Plus I knew I had to keep myself busy, because if I didn't something would snap.

Edgar Evernever has his arms folded, but he also had that presence, like he could make everyone he made eye contact with do whatever he wanted, and he knew every word that she would say before she said it.

"Yeah..." I replied quietly, reaching for my Moms hand and squeezing it slowly. It was mostly for my own comfort, I had gone through too much tonight, I needed my family- culty or otherwise.