(a/n sorry for my poor writing... I'm a young child, so, I'm currently working on my sucky writing, but I'm working on it! I don't like constructive criticism because I take things too personally, so, here's the chapter! I will also work on my POV's because I heard that i messed them up often)

Chapter 6

~Betty's POV~

"Archie! Oh my god! Archie! Where are you!?" I whisper-yelled as I ran throughout the motel.

To get through the motel was a pain, because I didn't have a room and I had to tell the secretary I was a guest. She was really annoying.

Jughead was hopelessly following behind me. He seemed so confused, but determined anyway.

"Just in case we don't find him, where do we go? You're the one who's been dating him for the past six months," Jughead questioned, making sure not to sound to pushy or stressed out.

"I honestly don't know... What are we going to do, Juggie?" I burst out into tears, because I knew that The Black Hood liked to torture his 'clients' before he killed them, that meant that Archie probably still out there, tied up, waiting to die.

"Shh, it's okay, Betty. I understand your pain, but we all have to get over a death at some point in our life, so it's good to get over it early so you can be stronger in the morning," He said, wiping away my extra tears.

"You don't understand... I knew him more than most people. He didn't know me back, but I paid attention. I knew he was up to something, but his feelings were just as important as everyone elses. You just don't understand. You just don't," I was balling my eyes out at this point, and he was there. And, honestly, those were the only two things that mattered to me. Archie dying, and Jughead Jones. Just Jughead. In general.

He then whispered, "We should keep looking,"

I stretched up, knowing we should look for him, and this was urgent, but I realized how tired I was. I leaned against the wall, tears still in my eyes,

"Wow, you're really tired," he noticed, almost chuckling.

"I mean, yeah. It's almost one in the morning, and I've been looking for a dead person for the last hour and a half." I winced, realizing my mom was going to kill me.

"Yeah. I barely get any sleep any way though."

"I can not survive with less than eight hours every night." Then I noticed I was getting four hours tonight.

"... I should get home. Sorry, Jughead. I know your lonely throughout all of your all-nighters, but I can't possibly do it, you know me."

"Oh, it's fine, I do it all the time. This is the first time you have actually cared."

"I am sorry, Jug. Archie was just so manipulative, I could not pay any attention to anything else at that point, like your supportiveness throughout this 'adventure' with Archie."

"Yeah. It's fine. Anyway, we were talking about home, right?"

"Yeah, sorry for getting carried away. I' m pretty good at that you know, I-"

He put his finger to my mouth, and I understood what he meant. He let go after about five seconds.

"Yeah, sorry, lets go."

On the walk to my house he seemed pretty quiet, compared to my blabbering on and on about nothing. I'd say pretty different ways to handle stress.

He waved me goodbye at the door. I waved back, with, what I'd say as a neutral gaze, as he was neutral as well.

I went to bed and laid there for a couple hours.

I didn't sleep at all that night, with all that Archie drama. Whatever, I said to myself. Who cares if that monster dies. He slapped me, said I wasn't good enough, yet I still cared. Why? Why me? Of all people? I got up, and I walked down into the kitchen, and saw my mother standing at the island. I rubbed my face.

"Mom? Why are you awake? It's, like, three in the morning."

"Because I heard about that Andrews boy. Was that the one you fell for?"

Okay. That was weird. She should not have known that yet. It had not been leaked yet.

"Yes, mom."

"Okay. I'm glad he's dead, then. He hurt my daughter. And for that, I hate him."

"Wait- you knew?" That's two things she knew, that no one else, did about Archie... "About the abuse? Why didn't you help? Mom, I had to build my self-esteem up by myself everyday. You just sat there?! You could've helped, you know! I hurt myself because of the stress he caused me early on!"

"Yeah. I wanted you to learn from your actions. I didn't get training, and I fell in love with Hal Cooper. It helps."

"Yeah, right. No one knows this except you, correct? Jughead, my best friend, doesn't even know. Okay? Never happened."

"Elizabeth, I get it. No one knows. I understand."

"Good. Mom, I am tired. I am going to bed now."

"Sure, honey."

Again, I can't sleep. The Black Hood is out there, and he can't be my father because mt dad is in prison for the rest of his life. I could be a victim this time. Jughead could die. My mom could leak my story. She could be The Black Hood, because no one knew what they looked like this time.

~Jughead's POV~

I can't stay at Archie's house. It's not like I'm best friends with Fred Andrews. I could go home? It was better than staying out in the cold weather, but not by much. I know he doesn't care whether I was there or not, but I hope he might notice in general.

I think it's probably the best option that I go to see my dad. He may not care about my well being, but at least it's a roof to sleep under.

~5 minutes later~

I knock hard on the door, assuming he's probably passed out. But as soon as I knock, the door opens, and it's FP, of course. The look on his face was heart lifting. A look like he wanted to care. But I'm not making this assumption right after seeing his face for the first time in three months.

"H-hey, dad," I say.

"Boy! It's been a while! I haven't seen you in what? Three months? Wow. That's a long time, Huh?"

"Yeah..." I am very obviously off put by his niceness.

"No hug for your old man?"

"Umm...-"

He immediately pulls me into a hug. I don't know what to do. I have never had a father figure, other than Fred, but he's a god compared to my dad.

"I'm sorry I never cared about you, son. I was a terrible father, and I just broke and started drinking whenever there was a problem in my life."

"Why do you care all of a sudden then?"

"Well, It all started when your mother called me and told me she moved on. That was no surprise, I let her because she hurt you. I, of course, let her, but that's beside the point. I then realized how horrible my life was compared to hers now. Then you left. That started a downward spiral, so, I started Rehab and Therapy because I needed to let all my issues out. Including the Serpents. Don't join a gang, son."

"Yeah. I had you as a role model remember? This is what I thought would happen to me if I did," I reasoned.

"Yeah. I know. Just saying. Anyway, we should get inside for the rest of the story,"

He led me inside, and I was honestly surprised. I was tidy. Almost clean.

"Anyway, I started Therapy, and Rehab. I knew I had problems, so I wanted to fix them. Haven't had a drink since. Any questions?"

"Yeah, Three months? Wow. That's a new height for you, dad. Anyway, when did you clean up? before I left it was a shithole."

"Yeah, It was. After my third session of therapy, I was told that a place where it all happened is a trigger for the past, so I rearranged everything, so it wouldn't remind me of your mother, or your sister. I threw out anything that was merely related to their presence.'

"Wow, dad, I gotta give it to ya. You really tried. Did you leave my room?"

"Of Course, son. I even cleaned it up for you."

"Did you throw away all of the pictures of me and Jelly?"

"No, of course not. I know you would hate me for life if I did," He stated. That was true.

"Okay, I'm going to go to sleep, dad."

"Yeah, night, son."

"I walked n to my room and flopped onto my bed and was confused. Just laying there, wondering why Archie existed and why my dad suddenly was the nicest guy.

I did not sleep.

I.

Could.

Get.

Killed.

A/N: I really tried on this one! I made it extra long for you guys, to make up for my short chapters in the past.

(This is mostly not edited)