Chapter Two : Irony

Betty slowly regained consciousness but kept her eyes shut. Her eyelids felt heavy and her limbs were too tired to move. After a few moments, she slowly opened her eyes and scrunched her face up in confusion.

"What?" She muttered to herself, looking around. Wherever she was it, most of the lights were burning out, causing them to flicker. The walls were bleak gray and had streaks of missing paint.

Letting her gaze travel to where she was sitting, Betty saw that she was on the floor, with her hands tied up in rope behind her. A handcuff was cuffed her leg to a metal post on the wall. Shifting in discomfort, Betty's gaze flashed up when she heard footsteps walking down the stairway.

Her heart lurched when she saw who it was. "No…" she whispered in shock when the person paused in front of her.

"What? Surprised?"

Betty pursed her lips together and closed her eyes, trying to keep herself from having a panic attack. When a fist collided with her mouth she let a gasp of pain and gritted her teeth.

"Ironic, isn't it? How we're in this scenario." Betty opened her eyes as her kidnapper spoke, swallowing back a snide comment.

Blood trickling down her chin from her newly busted lip, Betty took a sharp breath. Pain seared through her body as she licked her injured lip. The blood tasted coppery and she narrowed her eyes as she focused her gaze on the person in front of her. "Go to h-" before she couldn't finish, a foot struck her stomach and she gasped for air. When the pain slowly faded, her kidnapped bent down and grabbed her chin.

"You better learn your place, wouldn't your boyfriend just hate if you were to… let's say… end up in Sweetwater river. Just. Like. Jason. Blossom."

Betty sucked in a ragged breath and stayed quiet. When he mentioned Jughead, her heart lurched in fear and rage for the person in front of her. Moving away so her chin wasn't in her kidnapper's filthy hands, Betty blinked back tears and nodded. "I'll learn my place."

At this moment, she made a solemn swear to herself that she would escape.

She just had to. For Jughead.

"Jughead? You listening?" Archie asked mildly, waving his hand to get Jughead's attention.

"Huh?" Jughead murmured, his train of thought slipping away from him as he turned to look at Archie.

Veronica rolled her eyes and looked away from Archie so she could focus her gaze on Jughead. "He was asking if you and B wanted to celebrate the fact that he isn't in jail for a crime he didn't commit." She asked with annoyance that she had to repeat her boyfriend's question.

"Oh, yeah sure. I'll ask Betty." the young man murmured and pulled out his phone.

"You okay, Jug? You seem distant." Archie asked, his arm draped around Veronica's shoulder.

Jughead glanced up from his phone and shrugged slightly. "Yeah, I just texted Betty a while ago and she hasn't replied."

Veronica frowned softly and grabbed the phone from Jughead's hands. To his surprise, she entered the correct password without hesitation. Making a mental note to change his password, he waited for Veronica's reaction. Scanning over the messages, Veronica blinked in thought. "Weird. She always replies right away." she commented and Jughead rolled his eyes. He already knew that.

Jughead: I'm heading over to Archie's, want to come with? Veronica will be there. (Sent at 7:28PM)

Betts: Sure, let me finish sorting you're book chapters (Sent at 7:29 PM)

Jughead: I'm at Archie's want me to come get you? (Sent at 8:02 PM)

Jughead: Finished sorting? (Sent at 8:31 PM)

"Can I have my phone back?" Jughead asked mildly, clearly Betty had just fallen asleep or something. Besides, it wasn't her job to answer his text messages.

Handing the phone back to Jughead, Veronica looked to Archie with a slightly worried look. It had been twenty minutes since Jughead's last message and as much as he tried, he couldn't push away his increasing sense of panic.

"How about we just go over to her house. I mean, she lives next door." Archie offered and stood up, holding his hand out for Veronica, who took it and stood up.

"I don't know. She doesn't have to be here." Jughead murmured but got to his feet anyways.

Ignoring Jughead altogether, Veronica kissed Archie and smiled. "Good idea."

"Guys-" Jughead started but Veronica shot him a look to be quiet.

"Alright. You go, we'll stay here." The young woman compromised and Jughead gave a slight nod of agreement. The last thing he wanted was to be the third wheel any longer.

"Fine. Wait, she just messaged." he commented and looked down at his phone. As Jughead read, his gaze darkened in anger and worry.

Betts: It's time you and Betty pay for what you have done to me. (Sent at 8:53 PM)

"Jug, what is it?"

Unable to focus on anything other then the message, Jughead ignored the question completely. His heart caught in his throat and he felt horror and rage burn in his mind. Someone might have Betty. Betty might be in danger.

"Jug."

He ignored the speaker once again as he quickly left the room, when he reached the stairs, he took two at a time, practically running. Jughead ignored Fred when Archie's dad started to say something, he had to get to Betty's house. Swinging the door open, he raced across Archie's yard to the Cooper's house.

The first sign that something was wrong was the front door's lock was busted and the door was wide open. Jughead heart sank when he entered the house and was greeted by silence. The second sign that something was wrong was back door was also slightly open and Betty's bag lay half shut on the couch. Betty would never leave her stuff out.

"Betty!" he called out, hoping his voice sounded stronger then he felt.

When there was no answer, he sucked in a shaky breath. His Betty was gone.

He needed to find her.

A/N: Yeah, short. They should start getting longer after this. Comment who you think has Betty!