Archie PoV

Me, Jug and Ronnie got out of the black SUV Veronica inherited from Hiram. Getting out of the car, we had our first look of the ancient, creepy building. There were long shoots of ivy clinging to the brick walls and a few girls dressed in blue pinifores and redcardigans holding trowels next to plant pots, with expressionless looks on their faces.

We awkwardly made our way to the great wooden front door, knocking on it nervously. There was shuffling on the other side until the large door swung open, revealing a woman with short silver hair, a cross necklace hung around her neck.

"Veronica... you've brought friends." She muttered on edge.

"My associates, don't worry, they know nothing of your business with me and are sworn to secrecy. They are just here in case any of your 'troubled' girls do something they may regret." Veronica said intimidatingly. What did the sisters want with anything Hiram, and now Veronica owned? Why were we 'sworn to secrecy'?

"Fine, but they will be watched by one of our most trusted girls, I don't trust them alone in my halls." She snarled, glaring at me and Jughead for her last clause. The middle aged woman clapped her hands and a woman dressed in the creepy blue and red uniform came round the corner. She had brown hair and was slightly chubbier than the others. I recognised her slightly and remembered her from school.

"Ethel?" Jughead cried.

"Juggie." Ethel replied slightly robotically but her eyes were wide out of excitement, "He said you would come for me! He knew we were a ship."

Jughead looked at me in desperation. I shrugged. On one part I felt sorry for Ethel, probably being trapped in this hell hole for over four years- since she started playing G and G, and tried to hurt herself. Imagine that.

Although I felt bad for her, I knew it was better for her here. She deserved it, she was resting.

As my mind arrived back to the sisters of quiet mercy corridor I realised the group was walking along the corridor and about to turn a corner. Quickly I hurried towards them, following them until we reached an office, with chairs outside. The woman asked us all to sit whilst she talked to a patient inside. Hesitantly we sat down and after a few minutes of silence I turned to Ethel. Out of habit and boredom I started questioning Ethel about life in here.

"So, what do you do here, like play cards and stuff?" I asked attempting to be friendly.

"In the day, once we finish our chores. At night me and Elizabeth talk. She has nightmares you see." She said monotonously, not looking me in the eye.

"Elizabeth?" Could Ethel mean Betty? No, of course not. Betty wasn't mental.

My thought were interrupted by a loud sob from inside the office. Then a voice cried, "You can't introduce them! They're too young!"

"Elizabeth, they deserve it." A quieter voice answered.

"No. They're three!"

The door opened as the elderly woman who showed us to the office, who's name I had learned from Veronica to be Sister Woodhouse, and a beautiful woman with long wavy blonde hair stepped out. Sister Woodhouse was holding her by the collar of her pinifore and the girl's eyes were red, blotchy and tear stained.

I recognised the woman almost instantly, as did Jug and Veronica.

"Betty!" We screamed in sync, but Betty ignored us. The woman held her by the collar and shoved her towards two burly men who grabbed her by her elbows and hurled her down the corridor.

"What is Betty doing here?!" Jughead shouted at the Sister, who shrugged in amusement. All three of us ran after her down the corridor, ignoring the cries of Sister Woodhouse, who wanted to speak with Veronica about her sketchy buisness. Finally we caught up with the men dragging a screaming Betty, who they were taking into some sort of room.

"Stop! Betty's not crazy!" Jughead shouted after them. But they just ignored him, and closed the door behind them.

"She is. PTSD is a common trait for patients who have suffered traumatic incidents, some more servirly than others. Sorry, but I can't issue any more information to anyone but family."

"We are like family. I was her boyfriend, and technically we never broke up."

"Are you Mr... Andy?" The woman asked.

"Andrews?" Jughead replied, looking at me questioningly.

"Yes, Andrews. I forget all the names of our patients' family's sometimes. Is that your name?"

"I'm Archie Andrews, is that right?" I piped up from behind them.

"Mr Andrews," she turned to me, "I may speak with you if you want information. I'm sure Veronica can wait a few minutes longer. Please follow me to my office. You're listed as... family... of Elizabeth's."

Reluctantly I followed the elderly woman down the halls we were running down just moments ago, until I was sat opposite her own chair in her office. Sister woodhouse was scrambling over a cabinet in the corner, pulling out a specific folder. As she was satisfied she stood up and sat in her cushioned chair elegantly.

"Mr Andrews, Elizabeth Cooper has been with us just over 4 years. When she arrived she was incredibly mentally unstable and had scars on her hands. It was only two weeks until she fainted and we discovered something even she didn't know..."

"What is that, or are you just wasting my time?" I questioned still beyond furious at this creepy place for keeping Betty hostage.

"She was pregnant when she arrived with us, and listed on the birth certificates as the father was your name," she held up a piece of paper, "Archie Andrews."

I gasped at the document she was holding and snatched it from her clasp, but then I found she was holding a second. "T...twins..." I gagged. The elderly woman nodded.

"The Sister's orphanage is for children with no parents, I was wondering if you would take care of the children..." The woman asked, cautiously stretching her hands out awkwardly, terrified about my answer.

"What! It was only 10 seconds ago I found out I had kids, but yet, you want me to look after them, to take them from their mother. I haven't even met the bloody three year olds!"

There was a knock on the door as I slumped back into my chair.

"Cherry, Ronald, so glad you could join us," the older woman glared at me as I turned to see two children, nervous looks etched on their faces. The girl had fiery red hair, similar to my own and the boy looked like a spitting image of Betty, yet with visible cheekbones, much like those described to me. Almost instantly I felt warmth flooding my heart, making me feel whole.

These were my kids.

Sorry it was such a short chapter, I will make sure the next one is a lot longer.