Holding On // Sequel to Lucky

Chapter 22

"People of Riverdale, I have rid this town of the drug-dealing child-killer and others like him. Now, you must choose your fate. The next 48 hours will be a test. And I will be watching you very closely. Show me you are pure of heart, and my work ends. Continue to sin, and I will take up the sword again."

Jughead & Archie's Story Line

    Jughead's POV

 "Wow," Y/n mumbles not removing her eyes from the paper.

"I know," I say skimming through the letter again.

"This is a lot," She says, "I feel like we should hide. For the whole 48 hours."

"That isn't an option N/n," I says. I wish we could. 

"I know," She says, "its just. A lot." The deafening sound of my phone ringing fills the room. I quickly sit up and grab it from my pocket.

"Hello?" I ask.

"It's Penny Peabody, remember that favor you owe me? I'm calling it in," She says. 

"Uh, no, no," I say, "Wait, wait, hold on a minute."

"I'm hungry, I'll meet you at Pop's," She says hanging up. I scoff and look back at the h/c girl sitting on my bed.

"Whats up babe?" She asks. Curousity written all over her gaze. She couldn't get in this. I can't let her. I'm not dragging her into this.

"I have to go to Pops," I lie, "meet some serpent."

"Alright," She says. I pull on an some clothes and approach the breathtaking girl and plant a kiss on her cheek.

"Bye love you," I say to her.

"Love you too," She says.

******

"I can't do this favor for you, whatever it is," I tell Penny. She was sitting patiently with a plate of pancakes in front of her. "If I have to pay for you helping my dad-"

"He needs more help, that's why I called," She says, "FP got in a little "accident", with some Ghoulies in the prison showers the other day."

"Oh, my God," I mumble in shock.

"He's in the infirmary now," She informs me.

"Is he okay?" I ask. 

"Well, they messed up that pretty face of his," She says. I sit back in relief it wasn't worse. "The Ghoulies wanted blood payback for the deal you and that Northsider made with Sheriff Keller, got all their higher-ups locked away."

"That wasn't-" I start to defend but I realize it was useless, "What can we do, to get him out?"

"For that you would need money. You need money. Rich people? Rich people don't sit in jail. Money greases the wheels of justice," She explains. I sigh. Money wasn't something I had.

"I have $18 to my name," I admit.

"Hmm. Well, then maybe we should think of this favor as a job. Right?" She says, "Just a one-time delivery. You just pick up a crate on the Southside, deliver it to an address in Greendale. That's it."

"What's in the crate?" I ask. Knowing damn well I shouldn't of.

"Let's say, um Pancake mix," She says.

"Penny, I'm not gonna be your drug-runner," I whisper.

"Of course not," She says, "You're gonna be my 'transportation adviser.' Do this, and I'll use your cut of the cash for your dad's case. I'll see what we can do about getting him an early release."