From Hate To Love

Let Me Go

Alice's POV

"Hi mom! I saw you called me, are you ok? I don't have time to talk to you, unfortunately, but tell me what you wanted to talk about, Charles"

I told him to call me back. Poor son, he's probably overwhelmed at work. However, I need his help as soon as possible.

"I'm sure something happened to Betty. Come back to Riverdale, it's urgent ❤"

Sitting in the living room, I remain silent. At the same time, I have no one to talk to. The children's father, Harold Cooper, divorced me when Betty was born. So, for seventeen long years I have lived alone with my little darling. He lives nearby, but we never see him. I haven't dated anyone, simply because in no way do I want Betty to feel left out.

Anyway, we have always been very well just both of us. I love her unconditionally, and knowing that she might be in danger right now kills me inside.

I'm going to cook dinner, and then I'm going to try to relax in the bath, hoping that Charles will answer me soon!

Jughead's POV

I can't help staring at her, through the surveillance cameras placed in two of the corners of the small room. She looks so terrified. I know in a way it's wrong to do all this, but family is the most important thing to me, my grandmother died because of this evil family that's the Coopers. This Betty is certainly no exception, behind her air of a perfect young woman, she undoubtedly hides her delirious personality.

- Jug, I got the camera, you ready?

I look at Sweet Pea, smile mischievously at him, then nod in response to her question. Then he and I enter the room in question, then Sweet Pea holds the camera in his hands in order to film everything.

- Don't worry, it will only be mild torture, we don't want to kill you.
- Please... l-let me go! begged Betty, tears streaming down her cheeks. I-I won't say anything, I promise! I-I want to see my mother, don't do anything to me...!

Sweet chuckles, while filming the scene, my grandmother would be happy to see all this, but she would be especially happy if she could have been there, with us.

- Hush, princess, I say taking a knife out of my pocket, then I sharpen the blade so that it is very sharp.
- W-What did I do to deserve this? I want explanations, I-I don't understand anything... she said crying.

None of Sweet Pea and I say a word. No need to tell her anything, she knows very well why we do this, the little bitch...

Betty's POV

I'm so lost right now, confused, above all. How can humans be so mean to others? What did I do to deserve such violence? The only regrettable thing I've ever done in my life is ruin some new shoes my mom bought me. Other than that, I've always been super wise; kind; and nice to everyone.

My gaze rests on the table with exactly seven scalpels of different sizes. There are also various tricks of which I do not know the effectiveness, but it's in no way reassuring. I cry constantly, it's stronger than me. I only want to see my dear mother again, to hug her and tell me that everything is going to be fine, that it's over. I can always dream, can't I?

- So, you're going to stay very calm, you understand? Said the boy in the beanie, in an authoritative voice.

How could I have thought for a single second that he was cute? It's the devil himself. I see no way out, no window, no door except the one they double-lock before leaving. Am I in a nightmare and will I wake up soon? If only that could be the case, I would be delighted!

- The video started five minutes ago, Jones, must -

He was cut off by this "Jones".

- - No, you asshole!!! You have a donut instead of a brain, do you?!? How many times have I told you not to divulge even our last names?!

Jones... that doesn't mean anything to me. Hearing him raise his voice like that, I jumped. Chills run through my whole body, I'm so terrified.

- I'm sorry, but damn it's not me you should yell at, it's this bitch here! Said the very tall guy, pointing at me.
- Yeah, in any case be careful with what you say, man. Adds Jones approaching me.

Still with his sharp knife, he smiles sadistically at me, and makes a slight cut on my arm. I wince in pain, I see the blood flowing to the ground, my tears are flowing. I hate what's going on, kill me somebody, please.

I don't want to spend another minute here, I'm totally serious. Just imagining what they're going to do to me makes me nauseous, if he keeps cutting me I'm going to bleed too much. It's unbearable, I can't believe what's happening to me right now...