Chapter 12

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That night...
Jughead POV:
The blonde on my chest stifled a yawn, her eyes fluttering open and shut as she placed sleepy, sloppy kisses onto my neck while I read to her. They became gradually less frequent as seconds passed, beginning to still when she just began to him and whimper in exhaustion.
"You just about ready for bed, angel?", I asked with a chuckle as I shut the book, tossing it onto the nightstand. I reached for the lamp to shut it off, about to twist the knob before her hand suddenly grasped onto it.
"Jug.", she called, now sitting up with widened eyes. "I'm thirsty. I'm gonna go get some water. Do you want some for yourself?".
"I can go get the water, Betts. You're exhausted.", I offered, but her eyes pleaded against it.
"It'll be a good chance for me to stretch my legs before bed. I'll be back in a sec.". She shot me a quick grin before she yawned, slowly trudging downstairs. In the meantime, I decided I would read a little longer.
Since our friends had left, Betty's nerves had seemed to have settled slightly. She appeared to be more relaxed, and she's never been the best at acting when it comes to being around me.
The only creatures that dared to stir outside were the crickets who chirped their own little bedtime song for us to listen to as we would drift off to sleep.
It made me smile.
My mouth had quickly began to water, feeling rather dry. I got up and stood at the top of the stairs, not wanting to yell and wake the kids up at 2 in the morning.
"Betty? Baby, do you need help with the glasses?".
When I didn't get a response, I tiptoed further down the stairs, startled to find two water-filled glasses sitting on the counter, but no Betty.
And then, within mere moments, I felt my breath being held, but not by my own will.
My hands were suddenly being held behind my back and my mouth was being sealed shut with another's as they spun me around, them still restraining me from behind.
I struggled, tears welling as I saw another man holding an unconscious Betty in his arms.
"Sorry we had to do this, Jones.", the man behind me murmured before snickering wryly.
Before I could blink my tears away, everything went dark, but not before I felt myself collapse onto the floor.

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