Jughead sneaking into Betty's Room while staying at Archie's. This is where he is staying with Archie instead of in the trailer. He is worried about his father, who is still in jail. Beginning of season 2.

When I wake up for the second time that night, I decide to be done. I can't handle this anymore. I am too scared to face it alone. I look over and see Archie still fast asleep, drooling on his arm with his head practically falling off of the mattress. I roll my eyes before putting my pants and shoes on. They are messy and not quite right but it's good enough. I think about telling him but decide not to. I pick up the pen on his nightstand and unfold a napkin on the floor.

I'm fine. Don't worry about me.

I open his window and swing my legs over the side. I shimmy down the side before I miss my footing. I am just feet from the ground. I reach my arm around the pole but it's too late and too slippery. I fall on the ground with a thud on my back. I gasp and put my hand on the back of my head. It throbs for a few seconds before going away. I am not bleeding and nothing is terribly injured. I stand up and then I realize I am good enough to keep going. I pull the latter over to her window and make sure it is steady before I start climbing.

I knock on her window a few times before I hear her moving around her room. I am probably scaring her to death. I knock again before she comes to the window, opening it up and looking tired but relieved that it's me.

"Hey," I say.

"Hi? What are you doing here?" she asks with confusion. I shrug. I don't want to tell her every reason that I am here just yet. I am afraid that if I do, I am going to throw myself into a long and hard panic attack that might never end. My hands are already shaking so bad, I don't know how long I can last on this latter.

"Can I come in?" I ask.

"Yeah but…tomorrow you have to pretend like you came over here early for homework or something, okay?" she asks.

I nod.

She moves out of my way, holding her hand out and letting me climb into her window. I keep a hold on her hand as I enter her room. She drops it, igniting so much fear in my chest that I am not sure how much longer I can survive this. She closes the window and then turns around to me. The room is dark. The only light that is coming in is from the window behind us. The moon is full. The stars are out. We are illuminated by the night sky. But it is still dark enough that I am afraid of the eeriness.

"What's up, Jug?" she asks.

"I don't know…everything I guess," I admit.

She steps forward and holds her hand out. I take it so that we can hold onto something in all of this darkness. She stares into my eyes for a long time. I try to remember if I am okay or how to be okay.

"Why did you come over here then? Is something wrong, Jug?" she asks again. I realize that I came over here because I wanted her comfort. I wanted her to comfort me. I wanted to tell her everything. That is why I came here. I didn't realize how hard it would be to actually get the words out of my mouth.

"I'm sorry," I say. "It's just hard."

"It's okay," she says, stepping forward. "Come here."

Betty pulls me toward her bed. I slip out of my shoes and watch as she opens the blankets, laying down and waiting for me. I pull my jeans off and climb into the bed with her. I rest my head on one of her soft pillows. We lay there together, staring at the lines of the other's face in the dark.

"I'm scared," I admit.

"Of what?"

"Everything," I say, clutching my hands together. She realizes what I am doing and grabs them, pulling them toward her chest. She holds them there, squeezing me and kissing my fingers. At least I can take a small amount of comfort in that.

"My dad could go to jail for forty years. He wouldn't make it in there that long. If he did, he would be different when he came out. Cheryl and their family hate me. They always will. I don't know what's going to happen to me in school now that everything went down with my dad. Archie is going crazy. He thinks I don't know but it was the first night that he slept in his bed for a while. I'm so tired of feeling…"

"Alone?" she asks.

I nod.

I don't even know what it is but it is overwhelming.

"Everything hurts, Bets. All the time. I am just so scared of everything looming over me. There is nothing that I can do to stop any of this. I know it's stupid but it all sounds like the end of the world."

My breathing is becoming worse and harsher. I am realizing that I am losing that battle. I breathe hard. My chest is hurting. My body is aching. My legs are shaking. my insides feel as if they are going to eat my body and I am going to wisp away until I am nothing at all. That fear has me shaking like a leaf.

"Jug?" she asks.

"Betty," I say back. But it isn't good enough. It is not what I want. I feel pressure behind my eyes. I feel force behind that feeling. There is a shaking breath. Then there is another one. They are starting to link together now so that I cannot remember how to inhale. I breathe out again and there it comes. The pain.

The anguish. The agony.

"I love you," she whispers.

I can't respond.

"What's going on, Jug?" she demands.

I can't respond. My mouth just won't move. My eyes are hurting so bad that I cannot win this battle. The tears come and they fall down my face. The tears fall from my eyes onto my cheeks. I feel stupid but I don't even care. Everything is coming at me all at once and it hurts so badly.

"Come here," she says.

I lean toward her but then I get what she means. Betty puts her hand out to me and then encircles me in her arms. I rest my head on her breast and shoulder. She wraps me in her arms. We hold each other there for a long time when the real pain comes and I feel nothing but fear and agony.

"You're okay," she says.

I want to believe her. The pain comes so hard that I can feel it in my entire body. My chest and my arms and my legs and my gut. Oh god my gut hurts. I let us both hold onto each other. It makes me feel almost okay again. It makes me feel as if at least I do not have to be alone in my pain.

She continues to whisper things to me that make me feel a little better than before. I listen to all of them and soon I am finding myself breathing almost normally. The tears stop and I feel nothing but safe in her arms.

"It's okay to feel overwhelmed," she says. "it's okay to panic. It was right of you to come to me when you felt that. I never want you to feel as if I can't solve your problems. I am always right here."

"Thank you, Betty," I whisper to her. I clear my throat and then rest my head back on the pillow. She traces her hand down my face and then down my shoulder. I let her do this, closing my eyes as she continues to trace her fingers along my body. I let the peace wash over my body as I accept the feeling.

"Don't thank me, Juggie. Everything is okay now. Stay here tonight," she insists. I wasn't going to argue any other way.

"Let me hold you," I ask.

I open by arms to her and she climbs into them. She rests her head on my chest so that our arms can encircle each other. Her leg wraps around my waist. I pull her hair from her ponytail so that it falls along her shoulders. We lay down together like this for a while before I realize that I really will fall asleep.

"Bets, if I have a nightmare or wake up all weird…just tell me to go back to sleep. I am sure it can get annoying," I tell her.

"No, Juggie," she says. "I'm going to help you. You don't deserve to feel that. You'll be alright here with me."

"Maybe," I say.

"You will. None of that other pain can touch you here. Trust me."

"I don't know much these days, Betty. But I do know that I can trust you," I assure, squeezing her a little tighter.

"Goodnight, Juggie."

That is the first time in weeks that I sleep through the night.