AN: Hey, guys! Oh my God, so ever since I post the first chapter I have been doing nothing, but writing more and more chapters for this story. I am currently writing chapter nine. I can't believe how many people have followed and favorited this story. Thanks so much! Just so you guys know, I will be uploading a new chapter every Friday. Don't forget to follow, favorite, and review. Thanks for reading, JuJuB7.

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Chapter Two

The doctor was talking, but Betty wasn't listening to a single word coming out of his mouth. She was listening when he first came in, but then her mind went to other places, mainly to one thing, who would want her dead? Why would someone want to kill her? Someone wants her dead. That is such a scary thought. It honestly doesn't seem real, but it's very, very real. She's in the hospital with two broken legs, a concussion, scrapes, and bruises all over her body. Someone did this to her. She's lucky, that's what the doctor said, she is a lucky one. Yeah, she's lucky alright. She managed to 'walk' away with her life, two broken legs, etc., etc. Her father and mother are paying more attention to the doctor than she is. Her mother sits on the edge of her bed, her two hands holding Betty's one. Her father stands on the other side of the bed, his arm wrapped around her shoulders. She's finally sitting up, thanks to the bed, she didn't have to move much, the just hit the button and up went the bed. She feels a little better, better than from when she first woke up, but now she wants to go back to sleep. She hasn't even realized that the doctor has left until her parents turn to her, her mother runs a finger and two threw Betty's hair, tears welling in Alice's eyes. While Hal has tear stains on his cheeks. This must have been hard for them, with Polly gone and her being the one around, they must have been worried sick. Betty doesn't blame them, any parent would be worried about their child being hit by a car on purpose. What parent wouldn't be worried?

"Betty," Alice says, resting a hand on Betty's cheek. "Everything's going to be okay. Nothing bad is going to happen, we already talked to the sheriff and two police officers are going to be with you at all times. They are going to outside the room at all times and when you come home, they are going to be there too. Everything's going to be okay, alright?"

"Okay," Betty whispers.

"Betty," Alice says. "The sheriff wants to talk to you, but I told him that it was up to you if you want to talk to him right now, he said that it could wait, but not for long. He doesn't want you to lose anything important."

"I didn't see anything," Betty says. "I don't remember anything. I only remember running across the street and the bright lights next thing I knew I was here. That's all I remember, nothing else. I'm sure Jughead saw more… Oh my god, Juggie. Where is he? Is he okay?"

"He's outside," Hal says. "He's been here ever since you came here, he wouldn't even change into the clothes Fred Andrews offered him, he hasn't even cleaned the blood off his hands and clothes. He has been very worried about you. He has barely said anything."

"Poor Juggie," Betty says.

Betty couldn't begin to imagine what Jughead is going through right now. He watched the whole thing. He watched her get hit by a car on purpose. She wants so badly to see him, but she has a feeling that her parents will reject the idea. She knows that she needs her rest. The doctor said it, her parents have said it, she knows it. She is indeed exhausted. That car really did a number on her, to say the least. She sighs, letting out a deep breath as she stares at her legs, wrapped in the casts. Six to eight weeks of resting in her bed, the doctor, from what he said at the beginning, was very strict on telling her that it was bed rest for the next six to eight weeks and even after those weeks are up, Betty still won't be able to go back to school because she will most likely be spending most of her time, learning to walk again. She hasn't even realized that she has started to cry until her mother wipes her tears away…

"Oh, Betty, it's going to be okay," Alice says as she wipes more tears away. "Everything's going to be okay, we'll get through this. Don't cry, baby."

"Mom," Betty cries. "I'm scared… I'm scared."

"Oh, honey," Alice says, pulling her daughter into a hug. "It's going to be okay, baby, it is going to be okay."

She was supposed to die. Jughead feels himself start to shake again, Fred went back inside a few minutes ago, Jughead still needed some time outside. He can't get that thought out of his head. She was supposed to die. Someone… Someone was trying to kill her, someone was trying to kill Betty. The thought scares him every single time. Someone wants Betty dead. Who would want Betty dead? He can't think of anyone. Okay, he can think of a few people, mainly Chuck, who was still suspended from the football team. He was mad, very mad, but was he mad enough to want to kill Betty. Veronica and Cheryl had been involved in that too. Could they be next? Or was it Jason Blossom's killer? Was he or she worried that he and Betty were getting too close? He or she didn't want anyone knowing that they were the killer so they would kill again to keep from being exposed, right? Or was it really an accident? No, it wasn't an accident, Jughead saw the whole thing. The driver was driving to kill, driving to kill Elizabeth 'Betty' Cooper. Could the driver be watching Jughead right now as he tries to figure out who the driver is? There are so many possibilities, so many suspects. So many people who could be next. What has happened to Riverdale? It's true what is said about this town…

Once wholesome and innocent, now forever changed…

"Jughead," A voice murmurs behind him, pulling him out of his thoughts.

Standing there is Cheryl Blossom, for once she isn't wearing a mask to cover her feelings, Jughead can her true feelings. He can tell that she is worried, scared. Who wouldn't be? Jughead doesn't say anything, he gestures his hand as if saying Would you like to sit down? Cheryl takes his silent offer and sits where Fred had sat a few minutes ago. She wraps her arms around her legs, for once she isn't wearing a skirt and top that came from top fashion designer instead she is wearing a pair of pink sweats and what looks like an oversized shirt. Jughead is surprised that Cheryl and her parents showed up. Everyone knows the Blossoms and the Coopers have a long time rivalry. He can't help but wonder why the Blossoms did show up. What is their motive?

"I know you are wondering why my parents and I showed up, right?" Cheryl questions. "I know that is what you are wondering. To be honest, Jughead, Betty and I have become good friends over the past couple of weeks. I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to Betty after all you and she are the ones who are trying to find out who killed my brother. I was going to come alone, but then my parents instead that they come along, mainly because they wanted to be here if the sheriff wanted to question me. I know the sheriff will want to question me, he's going to want to question everybody… Okay, I really came out here to ask you if you are okay. So, are you okay?"

"No, but," Jughead pauses. "But I'm holding up best I can."

"I really can't imagine what you went through," Cheryl says. "Seeing Betty get hit."

"Yeah, I can't either," Jughead says. "God, it was the worst thing I ever saw in my life. I was frozen in place. All I could do was watch as the car headed straight for Betty, hitting her, and then watching as Betty rolled on the roof of the car and then crashing to the ground. It was the worst thing I have ever seen."

"I'm sorry, Jughead," Cheryl whispers.

"It…" Jughead starts.

He stops talking when he hears the familiar of screeching tires, the same screeching sound when the car had started towards Betty. He looks towards the car as it zooms by…

"That's the car," Jughead says. "That's the car that hit Betty."

"Oh my god," Cheryl says, the blood draining from her face. "That's one of my parents' cars."