AN: Hey, guys! So here is Chapter four. I hope you guys like this chapter. Don't forget to follow, favorite, and review. Also remember, this chapter was written before episode eight -JuJuB7.

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Chapter Four

They kept her in the hospital for a few days, once she was well enough they sent her home which just happened to be today. Her parents had gotten ready for her arrival, for her trip home. They had a ramp installed at home so they could push Betty into the house in her wheelchair. Pretty much in Betty's room had been moved downstairs into her temporary bedroom. An unused office on the first floor with a full bathroom next door which made it easy for Betty. She has been pretty out of it since the accident, mainly because of her concussion, at least that is what the doctor concluded. Of course, she was having plenty of symptoms of a concussion, no doubt. Headaches, vomiting, blurry vision, sleeping (not that she is sleeping) more than usual, and she has also been having a hard time remembering things, which not only scared her but her parents as well. The doctor said that the concussion will, hopefully, go away in a few days or weeks and he had made it very clear that if Betty seemed to be getting worse to bring her back to the hospital, other than that Betty should remain in bed, resting most of the time. No school, no investigation, she's stuck at home in her new room.

She is staring at her casts as her father wheels her into the house when she first woke up they were white, but after a few days, the doctor let her pick the color she wanted on her casts, to brighten her mood he had said. She ended up picking teal for both casts. It had brightened her mood a little bit, but not by much. She's been feeling a little depressed since the accident. The only company she has had is her parents, they didn't think it was a good idea for her friends to see her until she came home. Knowing her parents, though, she knows it's going to be awhile before she gets to see her friends. More than likely her mother thinks that one of her friends was the one who hit her and wants her dead. She doesn't believe that at least she doesn't want to believe it. It doesn't seem possible. None of her friends would want her dead, at least she hopes. This murder. This investigation. It has been stirring up a lot of secrets, a lot of scandals. Maybe someone, one of her friends, is mad at her. She has revealed a lot of scandals, secrets lately. Chuck, the football players, and that book that no longer exists. Then there is Archie and Miss. Grundy, but Archie wouldn't want her dead, she knows that for a fact and Miss Grundy, well she is gone, no one knows where she went. Of course, Jason's killer could also want her dead. She knows she shouldn't be thinking about this, but it's the only thing she can think of. Somebody wants her dead. Somebody wants her dead. Somebody tried to kill her. She's not going to be able to escape those scary thoughts. They are eating her up inside. It's terrifying. There has been more than one night where she has ended up crying in her parent's arms because she has been scared or because she has had a nightmare about someone killing her. When she has pretended to be asleep, she has heard her parents talking, talking about seeing a therapist, and talking about their fears. They've already somewhat lost one daughter and they, of course, didn't want to lose another daughter especially since they would actually lose their daughter, there would be no way to get her back.

Betty finally lifts her head up when they enter her new temporary bedroom, she can tell that her parents have tried to make it as home as possible. At this moment, she loves her parents more than anything, her parents have made this room feel so like home, like a bedroom. It feels like this a bedroom, not just a temporary room. Despite all the things they have done, right now they have made her feel better just making this room feel like her bedroom.

"This is wonderful," Betty smiles. "I can't believe you guys did this, when did you have the time to do this?"

"Well, we had some help," Alice says, holding her daughter's hand. "Fred and Archie offered to make this room your temporary bedroom so that we could spend more time with you at the hospital. We took them up on their offer. Of course, we did add a few of our own touches. We went out and got you a Tv and we got you a new laptop. And your dad went up to the attic and got your stuff animal down, Edna the Elephant, remember from when you got your tonsils out."

"Thanks," Betty smiles, still looking around the room, mainly all the flowers around the room. "All the flowers."

"Everyone has been sending them in," Hal smiles down at his daughter. "Everyone has been worried."

"Do you think that my friends could come and see me?" Betty asks.

"Of course," Alice says. "Once you get settled."

Betty smiles, but her smile drops a little as she thinks about her friends, mainly Jughead. She hasn't seen him since the accident before the accident actually happened. She hasn't seen him in almost a week. She wants so badly to see him. She wants to talk to him. If she knows Jughead and she knows Jughead, he is probably blaming himself for what happened to her. She doesn't want him to be blaming himself. He doesn't have a reason to blame himself. She needs so badly to talk to him, to tell him that it's not his fault. They've been friends for years and more recently, before the accident, they have become more than friends, Betty doesn't want their relationship ruined before it really has started. She needs Juggie in her life.

"Betty, sweetheart, are you alright?" Alice asks.

"I'm fine," Betty whispers, Jughead still on her mind.

As he sits it the Blue and Gold… It doesn't feel right without her here. It's been almost a week since her accident, a week since he has seen her. God, he can't get the thought out of his head that she wouldn't be hurt if he had just moved. If he hadn't frozen up like that, she wouldn't be hurt. Betty wouldn't be hurt right now. He can't help but blame himself. He knows that he shouldn't. He knows that Betty would tell him that he shouldn't blame himself, but that's all he can think about doing. Blame himself. That's all he does is blame himself. Blaming himself for everything that has happened to Betty. It's all his fault.

He falls apart every time he thinks seeing his father climb out of the Blossom's stolen car, the one that hit Betty. His father. His father. His father hit Betty. How could he do something like that? He wants to… He doesn't exactly know what he wants to do. He has been a mess ever since the accident. He doesn't know what to do. Everything… God, he just doesn't know.

He has picked up a bad habit. He's managed to get his hands on some alcohol… Okay, a lot of alcohol. Every since the accident, well, since the night after the accident, he has sent himself asleep with the alcohol. It's been helping. Well, no, it's been making him forget. He knows that drinking won't make the problems go away, but he needs it, he needs the alcohol. He doesn't have the whiskey or the beer that sends him to sleep then he will have nightmares. Nightmares of watching Betty get hit, her rolling on the roof, but instead of her just being hurt, she's dead. She's dead. There's blood all over, the road, herself, and him, he's always covered in blood.

He can't sleep without the whiskey, the beer, all of it.

He can't face the nightmares.