The Theory Of Chaotic Perfection |BUGHEAD|

Chapter XXIV - Death Of An Angel

"Poor, innocent, Elizabeth Cooper,"

A shiver went down her spine when the cool air met her face. Betty Cooper was sitting in the middle of the Riverdale Park, waiting for Archie Andrews. She'd wait for an eternity for him, that is the grip ancient feelings had over her heart. The truth was, Betty didn't understand herself. Her heart leaped out of her rib cage for Archie, yet her mind told her she was making a big mistake.

"Hello, Betty," she heard his voice and couldn't help but smile.

The ginger stood near the bench she was sitting on. The park was dark, except for the occasional lamp post that lit up his facial features. Archie was smiling, and Betty trusted his smile. Perhaps this was a new start, she can finally forget about Jughead who almost broke her heart. Ah, yes, Jughead Jones, the boy who managed to slip into her mind unnoticed every second she spent thinking of someone else. Her mind always came back to Jughead Jones.

Archie sat down next to her, "I need to tell you something, something I've been too afraid to tell you this whole time." Although he looked nervous, something was off about him.

Betty's heart raced, what could he possibly be talking about. He couldn't tell her the words she wanted to hear every since they met, it was impossible.

"I love you," he said, and Betty's mind got thrown into the dark abyss. Her head was spinning, but to her surprise it wasn't because she dreamed of hearing those words coming from him, and now it finally came true. Her head was spinning because the wrong boy was saying those words to her, and it took Archie's confession of love for her to realize it.

"Archie," Betty lost her smile and looked at him, "you don't know how long I've been waiting to hear those words." She heard him sigh with relief, "but hearing them out loud, made me realize something. I don't love you."

Archie raised his eyebrows, how could any girl not love him?

"Sure I was infatuated, but I never loved you. This makes me want to apologize for my obsessive behavior," Betty laughed, remembering all the times she used to stare at Archie Andrews.

Nodding, Archie looked down at the ground, "I should be the one apologizing, I always knew you liked me, and I liked that. I liked your obsessive behavior because I loved watching you suffer and still love me whenever I kissed other girls. The truth is, I treated you horribly, I guess I fell for my own game, and you won after all."

Betty pursed her lips, "it was never a game for me Archie," she never realized how her tears gave him strength, in a weird way.

"Who do you love then?" Archie asked.

Smiling, Betty looked down, "I don't have to love someone to not love you," but Jughead Jones, with his mischievous smirk, popped into her mind again.

"As long as it's not that Jones boy, I'm alright with it," Archie laughed out. Betty instantly noticed her mothers tone in his words. She wasn't going to confirm or deny anything. Betty smiled, and quietly figured out that her mother must have set him up for this. Mr. Andrews tried to warn her, but she didn't listen to him.

Archie started telling her of how wonderful their life would be if she married into his family, making both their parents dreams come true. A few months ago, Betty would be happy to hear that, but now she couldn't imagine her perfect life revolving around Archie Andrews. Of course, what was expected of her was to be a typical house wife, just like her mother. Betty wanted more, she was born for more.

"It's getting late, I'm gonna go home," Betty sighed, but felt Archie grip her wrist.

He laughed manically, something Archie Andrew wouldn't normally do, "where do you think you're going? There are things you don't understand yet Betty, but your mother has a lot of power."

She didn't understand what her mother had to do with anything, "Archie, you're hurting me, let me go." Betty spoke sternly.

"Poor, innocent, Elizabeth Cooper," Archie pulled her closer to him, his good boy charm fading by now. Putting his hand over her mouth, Archie dragged her down the park path. It was two am now, and no soul was out at such a dark hour, except for defenseless Betty Cooper who trusted her old crush with her life. The smell of his cologne was no longer welcoming to her, she hated it. His rough hands still prevented her from screaming, until her eyes were covered with some sort of bag.

Betty was shoved into Archie's car, and she reached for the bag on her head to take it off, but Archie already gripped them and tied a rope around them. Betty was pushed face down to the car seat and left there. Archie's hand around her neck and his laugh ringing in her ears. Betty prayed for nothing bad to happen to her, but she feared the worse. Soon enough he let go, and she was left alone. Silence overtook her, but then the car engine started.

Alice Cooper was a little bit worried, she knew that Archibald Andrews had a dark side his father didn't know about. He was aggressive, that's why he was one of the best football players in Riverdale High. When she told him to kidnap her own daughter, Alice couldn't help but be worried a little bit. What's done is done, and she'd have to live with that. She slowly walked away from the window she was looking through into the dark night, the night Alice Cooper signed a very important document. The confirmation of the death of Elizabeth Cooper, her daughter. Putting the ink pen down, Alice sealed the envelope.

"The only way for him to leave her alone, is to kill Betty," Hal Cooper said.

Alice sighed, "you're right. When this whole thing blows over, and Jughead Jones leaves town, Betty can live a normal life again. But for now, she is dead."

Betty was thrown into an old shack. She had no idea where she was, and her hands were still tied together. All she knew was that it was dark like night inside. No sign of Archie, no sign of any human at all in fact. Letting a few tears slip down her cheeks, Betty thought of Jughead. Wherever he was, whatever he was doing, she sure wished he could be by her side, perhaps cutting the ropes that tied her away from freedom.