Betty's P.O.V.

Betty Cooper currently stared at the shapes on the walls of her bedroom in that God awful place. The shapes were coming to life and she wasn't sure what was real and what wasn't anymore. She wrapped her thin and frail arms around her slender body – god, when was the last time she had eaten? They weren't big on meals three times a day at Sisters of Quiet Mercy. Betty couldn't believe Alice had dropped her off there and not looked back. Not even once. She had gone to dance with the hippies on their communal farm and Betty was left to fucking rot here, in the ninth layer of hell.

The problem was, she didn't even know if Jughead knew she was missing or not. The fizzle rock Hiram Lodge had sold to the bat shit crazy nuns at the home for troubled youth altered with her brain. She wasn't sure what was real and what wasn't. Didn't know if she had a hope of finding out once more. And definitely didn't know if Jughead and the Serpents were looking for her. Her family. Her real family.

Archie and Veronica were apart of that family, too. She knew that at the very least, Veronica had to know something was up. That her indefinite absence from school couldn't be explained away. Unless Veronica thought she was on the farm – no, she wouldn't go down that path. She knew her best friend had to be looking for her. And enlisting the help of the rest of their friends and her boyfriend, Archie, if Betty's boyfriend, Jughead, wasn't home yet.

Just then, her door flung open with a resounding 'thwack' echoing as it banged off the wall and blood-shot eyes looked up in terror. She couldn't even remember the last time she slept. "Child. It's time for your afternoon snack." This was Sister Woodhouse, standing in front of her. Looming in front of her more like, with her two henchmen standing next to her. She snapped her fingers and the more muscular one of the two stepped forward, picking up Betty by her arms. He bruised the skin there in his tight grip and she winced.

"Y-You're hurting me," she mumbled, words as slurred as ever and Sister Woodhouse chuckled but the sound wasn't comforting. It was as if she had lost the ability to have a warm laugh. Betty stared at her through bleary eyes and lurch threw her up against the wall, causing her to smack her head off the concrete and to see stars. Her vision swam before her dizzily.

"Yeah, pumpkin, I don't give a fuck about that," he sneered, voice heavy with a Brooklyn accent. Sister Woodhouse crept closer.

"Hold her there, Anthony," she said, unearthing a paper cup from one of the pockets in her uniform. She marched her way forward, forcing Betty's jaw to slacken as she poured the pills down her throat. Covering her mouth and her nose with her palm, Betty was forced to swallow the pills and she slumped back against the wall, staring at the nun in dejectedness. She knew she should prepare herself for another trip she didn't consent to. "Rest now, my child."

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Jughead's P.O.V.

"What the fuck do you mean Alice put her in that hellhole, Sweet Pea?" Jughead demanded, glaring at his righthand as Archie stood next to the taller, looking apologetic.

"I'm sorry, Jug," Sweet Pea said quietly. "Alice put her there two weeks ago. I've been looking for Betty with Toni, Cheryl, Archie, and Ronnie the past two weeks. None of us thought to look there until Ethel broke out and came and told me."

"We're getting her out of there," Jughead hissed. "Tonight."

"Of course," Veronica said in an icy voice. "Tell us what you need from us."

Jughead and his most trusted friends, allies, and Serpents huddled around, conversing in low tones as Jughead outlined the plan for their attack and resulting jailbreak of Betty. After an hour of going over it in detail, they were ready for their plan to come to fruition that night after dark.

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Jughead led the way to the outskirts of the home for troubled youth, parking the van and hopping out of the driver's seat. Their motorcycles would have been too loud and Fangs agreed to drive the getaway car for them once they sprung Betty. The only thing that Jughead knew was he was going into Sisters of Quiet Mercy and he wasn't leaving until he had Betty. Hurrying across the lawn, him and Archie led the way into the building after Sweet Pea picked the lock.

Veronica and Archie hurried forward to go read room assignment numbers while Jughead attached his knife to his hand like an extended finger. Sweet Pea did the same, as did Toni and Joaquin. Veronica hurried back over to him. "Room 304, third floor."

"Let's go," Jughead murmured quietly, and they stole to the stairs, climbing them quickly but silently. Jughead counted the room numbers and spotted 304 with the door shut. He doubted it was unlocked and he accepted the bobby pin from Cheryl. Then he was opening the door and sliding into the room. He saw Betty huddled in the bed and the last thing he wanted to do was scare her more but he still slid his palm over her mouth, holding a finger to his lip as her eyes stared up at him. "She's fucking drugged."

"I'll kill them," Cheryl hissed venomously.

Sweet Pea crouched down next to her, placing a gentle hand to her shoulder. "Honey, it's just us, okay?"

Her eyes trailed to him, before looking back at Jughead who still had his hand over her mouth. "I'm going to lower my hand baby, but you have to be quiet."

She nodded slowly, blinking lethargically and he removed his hand before easing her up into a sitting position. "You came for me."

"I love you," he cooed quietly. "I'm so sorry it took me so long to find you."

"Let's just get out of here," she whispered, and her speech was slurred. Jughead picked her up, noting she'd probably not be able to run fast, and they backed out of the room. Alarms blared as they did and he took off at the first sign of the orderlies. Veronica and Cheryl each threw a punch, with Toni and Archie tripping the orderlies who ran up to them. Sweet Pea decked the guy in the face that tried to take Betty out of his arms and the crazed nun from the last time he was there led the hunt as if they were killing witches. Jughead ran through the hallways, gaining speed with the fellow Serpents whereas the nun did not. And her orderlies were already out of commission. He ran to the van and Fangs threw open the door as they hurtled into it.

"Drive!" Jughead yelled after they all toppled into the van. Fangs peeled off and tore down the street, tires squealing, and Jughead accepted the blanket from Cheryl and draped it over Betty.

"I'm tired, Juggie, I'm so tired," she mumbled. He was able to see the bruises and cuts on her; see how the entirety of her right side of her face was swollen. Swallowing back his anger, he pressed a brutally gentle kiss to her lips, and tucked the blanket around her.

"Sleep."

He would see to it that she reached safety.