Moose slowly drove away from the Keller household and Kevin and back to his own house. One hand was on the wheel and one hand was on his cheek. The cheek where Kevin had given him a kiss. It felt as if Kevn's lips were made of Monster Energy Drink and there was a tingle on his skin. Did Kevin really like him back? Did he really care about him the way that he did? Moose wanted him to be his boyfriend. He wanted to date Kevin? But after everything that had happened at the lake and everything that had happened with the dance did Kevin really want to be with him.

Moose wanted to be with Kevin. He wanted to hold the sweet child and protect him from the loneliness that he apparently dealing with every single day of his life. Moose wanted to protect and love Kevin and give him all of the attention and care and love that he deserved. Moose wasn't paying attention to the road in front of him and he saw a car swerve into his path. Moose moved his hand from his cheek and grabbed the steering wheel, slamming the brakes. The wheels stopped suddenly and he was slammed quickly into the steering wheel. A purplish bruise formed on his forehead, but he didn't start to care. He pulled off his seat belt and walked out of the car. He looked out at the car that pulled its self in front of his. He rolled his eyes, knowing who's car this was. Jughead's borrowed car. Moose groaned in anger as two people hopped out of the car.

Betty and Jughead.

Betty walked over towards Moose, her high heels gone and she was walking in her thin stockings. Moose rolled his eyes at her and walked to get back to his own car. "Moose, Moose wait!" she called.

"Betty, leave me alone." Moose said, opening his door to get back inside the car.

"Moose, just listen to what she has to say!" Jughead called this time.

"I'm not going to listen to anything your girlfriend has to say! After how she's treat Kevin for the past couple of months, I really don't want to hear anything she has to say at all anymore! Both you stay away from me right now, I don't want to hear what you have to say!"

"Betty thinks that Kevin's hurting himself." Jughead added.

Moose turned around and he ran over to Jughead. "What?"

"When he was yelling at me, he raised his hand and I saw a cut. And... and you and I both know that Kevin didn't have any cuts on his arms when you and Archie pulled him out of the water. His skin was perfectly clear." Betty said.

"Even if what you're saying is true, why should I believe you? After everything you've done? What if this is just a ploy for you to get Kevin to be your friend again and get him to do what you want?"

"It's not a ploy! I'm serious!" Betty cried. "I swear, I think that he's cutting himself!"

Moose rolled his eyes and looked over at Jughead. "Look, I don't know what Kevin said to Betty but I know that she really cares about him."

"No Jughead. She's cares about herself!"

"Just listen Moose." Jughead said. "We just really think that he's cutting."

"So what do you want to do about it? I just left his house! If he's cutting I have to go back!"

"No, what we need to get him some help." Jughead said. "If he's really cutting, then we need proof first. And I have a plan. Come with us."

Moose nodded and got back inside of his own car. Jughead and Betty went inside of Jughead's and he started driving off. Moose followed the two of them, thinking about what he said. Was Kevin really cutting? Did he not understand how dangerous this was? Slitting his wrists? Moose wanted to turn the car around and go to Kevin's house again. He wanted to scoop the boy up in his arms and stitch his cuts and kiss them away. He wanted to make all the pain go away. He wanted to make him feel like he was the prince that he looked like and needed to be treated like. Moose focused on following Jughead, because if it meant helping Kevin and getting him back to the way that he always was.

Jughead pulled up to The Penbrooke, the lush apartment that Veronica Lodge lived in. Moose parked his car and shut the door. Betty and Jughead walked out, her heels were on now. They walked over to the front door and walked inside. Inside, Veronica, Archie and Midge were sitting there waiting for everyone else. "Moose." Veronica said, standing from the leather chair in the lobby and walking over to him. She passed by Betty and took Moose's hand in hers. "Betty told us what happened."

"Yeah, so believe me if I keep a bit skeptical on believing you or her." Moose said, yanking his hand back. "What do you have in mind to finding out how to help Kev?"

"First things first, we need to tell a hospital." Archie said. "This is Kevin's life at risk and it's also his mental health. A doctor should be prepared if Kevin threatens his life in front of us or we're able to get him to admit what he's doing."

"Okay. And we should also tell Sheriff Keller." Midge said. "He's Kevin's father. If we're not there to save his life or if Kevin threatens himself in front of Tom, he'll understand and help."

Moose nodded and pulled out his phone, pulling up the sheriff's station's phone number. He looked back up and over at Veronica. Veronica had this guilty look on her face. "Veronica, what is it?" he called to her.

"I can't help but feel like I'm kind of the cause for this. I mean... I did kind of steal Betty from Kevin and made him feel like he wasn't special enough to be friends with us." she said. "Not to mention that-"

"You used him like a toy." Moose finished. "Look, Veronica... I can give you the benefit of the doubt. You're still pretty new here. You're fine. You're a big city girl with loose morals. But we need to do something. We need to get him help."

Moose looked over and saw Betty frowning looking at the ground. Moose rolled his eyes at her. "What Betty?"

"Kevin said the exact same thing... when he was telling us about turning you down." Betty said, wiping her eyes. Archie stood up.

"I can't just sit here and do nothing while Kev is killing himself!" he yelled.

"He's right." Moose said in agreement. "What if he's bleeding out and dying right now?"

"We can't just run in. We'll make things worse. Look what happened with Clifford Blossom." Veronica said. "We need to let him know that he his cared for."

"Well news flash, Kevin doesn't want to see any of us." Jughead added.

"No. He doesn't want to see us... but I do know who he would want to see." Archie said. "Cheryl."

"Cheryl might be able to talk to him. She might not have cut, but she knows what it's like to feel alone." Jughead said. "I'll call her. Explain as best as I can what's going on."

"But until Cheryl talks with him we need to make sure that Kevin is okay." Betty said.

"Yeah, because you've done such a great job of that already." Midge said with an eye roll that matched Veronica's. The two cheerleaders were obviously just as annoyed as Moose was. She stood up from her chair and walked over to Moose.

"How about tomorrow I give Kevin a bit of a surprise? Would he like that?" Veronica suggested.

"I think that he would." Moose said. "Now, I have to go. I have my own surprise for Kevin in store. Anyone need a ride?"

"Thanks Moose." Archie said, pulling his jacket over himself. "All in one day. Kevin almost dies and he's trying to die."

"Well we're not going to let that happen." Moose said. "Midge, you want a ride?"

"Sure." she said, standing up. She followed Archie out of the lobby as Veronica stood up. She smoothed out her skirt and stood up and left. Betty stayed there in her seat as Jughead approached her. "Come on Betty."

Sheriff Keller pulled back into his garage about five hours later. He had been working hard on trying to figure out the Clifford Blossom suicide, the drugs that he had been dealing around town. He had tried to come as early as possible but here he was coming back home to his son at almost midnight. He puled himself out of the car and practically ran to the front door. He opened the door and looked around. The lights were all off and the only light that he could see was the fireplace and he and Kevin would often curl up around when it was snowing like crazy. He walked into the living room and looked over, seeing his only son laying down onto the floor. He was covered in the thick fur blankets that he had bought with a gift card to Marshall's. His head was resting on his elbow and small dribbles of drool was pooling itself onto the crimson carpet below.

Tom smiled. His son always looked so peaceful when he slept. Tom went down on his knees and pulled his son into his arms and loving hold. He carried him back upstairs to his bedroom and set him down onto the bed. He allowed for him to keep the blanket from the living room and he pressed a kiss onto his temple. Kevin leaned away from the touch in his sleep and went onto the opposite side of the bed. Tom sighed and sat back down in the chair next to his child. He watched him as he slept, not want to leave him after everything that had happened in the past few hours. His son being a hero and saving Cheryl from suicide, him apparently being lonely for months on end, and his son getting sick. He hated that he learned late about his child being so lonely and not having much friends as he used to have. He just wanted his son to be happy. That's all he wanted. He wanted him to be happy. Tom rubbed his greasy hair. He needed a shower. Who knows how long since he had had one. Tom stood up and kissed his son's knuckles. Kevin turned around again from him again and Tom sighed. He sat up from the chair and walked out of his son's room. He really wanted to make him feel better. He wanted him to feel like he belonged. Because he did belong. He needed to belong.

Tom went to his own bedroom and went inside of his bathroom. He knew that he needed to do something for his child. He knew what he had to do now. He would sleep for a couple of hours and have a talk with his son.

The next morning came pretty fast for Kevin, since he had spent the rest of the night sleeping. He woke up quickly and was welcomed by the mid morning sun. It shone down on his eyes, instantly waking him up. Kevin groaned, feeling a pain in his wrists. Of course, there was a small pain coming from the wrist that he slit. Kevin sat up and looked at his right wrist that was covered by his long sleeve pajama top. He pulled up the sleeve and looked at the uppercase K that he had craved into his skin. He rubbed his finger over the skin that would scar and looked away from it. The cutting helped him no doubt, but he didn't want to look at them until it was time to carve a new one. He sat up from his bed and checked the time. It was pretty early, which would give him enough time to get dressed and grab some breakfast at Pop's. He didn't want to see his dad at all that morning after he spent the night alone again.

He pulled on his favorite dark green sweatshirt and pulled on a pair of the jeans that hid in the back of his closet for days when he wanted to work in the garden that his dad created when he was three. Kevin knelt down to pick up his boots when there was a knock at his bedroom door. He looked up as he picked his boots. "Come in." he said to who he knew that it was his dad.

Tom walked inside, dressed pretty causal for work. He looked like a detective this time, in his rolled up button down and jeans. "Hey pal." he said with a smile. "How'd you sleep?"

"Fine." he replied, sitting down on his bed and putting on his shoes.

"Well I um... I made you some breakfast. Your favorite, cinnamon waffles." Tom said. "Come on. I wanted to talk to you anyways."

Kevin sighed and stood up, grabbing his bag. He walked with his father downstairs and into the kitchen. Sure enough, there was a stack of warm, homemade cinnamon waffles and a large mug of mocha coffee. Kevin sat down on their island and kitchen counter mixture. He took a sip from the coffee and watched as his father started to clean up the metal bowl filled with batter. Kevin looked down and started to eat. He wasn't really hungry, but he didn't want his dad to get even more worried than he was for no reason at all. Tom looked over at his son and saw how silent that he was. "Kev... listen I wanted you to know I'm sorry for working so hard. I've left you here in this house alone."

"Dad, look stop." Kevin said with a head shake. "Stop making yourself feel like you're to blame and apologizing because to feel so sorry for me."

"No Kev, it's not like that. I'm just saying that I know that you've been feeling lonely lately and that I want you to know that I'm always going to be here for you."

"No, you aren't. Where were you went I fell into the river? Or went my boyfriend jumped me? Or when everyone around me slowly drifted away and left me for good and no longer gave a shit about me and my feelings until I saved Cheryl's life and fell into the river?!" Kevin yelled, before regretting making a scene and making his father more worried. "Look... I'm fine. I'm okay, really? I just want to be left alone for a bit, okay?"

"Kevin-"

"I have to get to school." he said, grabbing his bag and shoving the last mouthful of waffle into his mouth. "Bye dad. I'll see you later."

Tom sighed as he watched his son leave with him saying goodbye himself