Chapter 22

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Betty's P.O.V
I took a deep breath and walked into the living room where Mom was sitting alone.
"Mom?" She looked up at me
"Yes Betty what is it?"
"We need to talk, about you" she raised her eyebrow.
"What about me?" I took out my phone selected the picture and slid my phone across the table. When Mom saw the picture her eyes widened

"Where did you find this?"
"At the school library" she looked at me
"What do you want to know?"
"Is this the reason why you bailed FP out jail? Is there.."
"What Betty? I can't read your mind"
"Lingering feelings" I said Mom sighed
"Look talking about your past dating life isn't my ideal way to spend my night but I have to know Mom."
"I don't know Betty, that's the honest truth it's too complicated especially right now." I nodded
"Me and FP have some secrets, secrets I think you deserve to know."

She patted the spot next to her
"You'll want to sit down for this" I nodded and joined her, she took a deep breath
"When I was young I had a child, I put him up for adoption mostly because I was too young to raise him. I was living in the SouthSide at the time. FP is the father, you and Jughead have a brother." My mouth opened but nothing came out
"I don't know where he is, it was a closed adoption."
"What did FP say? About the child?" Mom bit her lip
"Mom?"
"We broke up before he found out"
"What!"

"It's complicated" I stood up and started walking around
"What's complicated?! How you broke up or the fact that you were pregnant and he didn't even know!"
"I was tired of living the life I was Betty" I took a deep breath in and exhaled
"I went to the Northside after we broke up and met your father."
"You never answered my question, do you have any feelings towards FP."
"I don't know" I nodded
"Well I would find out if I were you because he has a family again that he's trying to make things right with." I stormed off to my room, I slammed the door shut, took out my phone and started going through my contacts. When I found Jugheads name I pressed the call button.

"Hello?"
"Hey it's Betty, you um might want to sit down for this I have something I need to tell you."
"What is it?"
"My mom got pregnant in high school, your dad is the father they broke up before he knew and she put the baby up for adoption." There was silence on the other end, I didn't say anything allowing Jughead to process everything
"So what your saying is: we share a brother?"

"Yeah crazy right?"
"This whole town is crazy, you think everyone else is having any luck?" Jughead scoffed
"Well their night can't get any crazier then ours"
"That's true" I shook my head
"You gonna tell (Y/N)?" I asked
"Yeah but tomorrow I think we should tell everyone tomorrow"
"Ok, see to you tomorrow Jughead"
"Yeah you too goodnight Betty"

I hung up the phone, set it down and took a deep breath. I got ready for bed while trying to relax then I herd my phone ring. I walked over wondering who was calling me this late, my heart started to race when I saw it was a unknown number.
"Hello?"
"Hello Betty, congratulations on your findings today, you found out who your mom really is. A Serpent slut"
"Don't talk about my mom like that" I looked out the window
"Oh Betty you think you can find me? Your gonna have to look much harder than that, you and your friends"
"What did you mean when you told (Y/N) to listen to you?"

"I meant exactly that, all of you listen to me or someone dies." The line died and I laid in my bed, I believe that this isn't someone trying to play a prank on us that it's someone who seriously wants to take revenge on us for something that we have done and maybe our parents are a part of this. Maybe the voice wanted us to find this out and maybe there's more secrets in this town, maybe we are paying the price for our parents and everyone else's mistakes.

I took deep breaths, who would want to get revenge on us? Perhaps (Y/N) is on to something with her Clifford Blossom theory or maybe it's my half brother upset that he was put up for adoption, in his mind he was abounded and wants revenge. Whoever it is we need to find out before someone gets hurt or even worse someone else in this town dies.

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