'Til Death Do Us Part | Bughead

Attacked

TW: violence, blood

 It was a dark night and Betty was on her way to Jughead's trailer. She knew she shouldn't have been walking to the South Side this late, 12:08 to be exact, but she wanted to see Jughead. Even though everyone claimed the South Side of Riverdale is no good and that it is to be avoided, but these were the same people Betty was trying to protect in her series of articles published in The Blue & Gold.

Upon walking through the dark and eerie woods, Betty began hearing strange noises. Like something wasn't quite right. She was developing slight paranoia, like someone was following her. Betty had turned around a few times, but found no one. She was sure it was just nerves. She would make to safe and sound to Jughead's trailer just like all the other times, she was sure of it.

Maybe she shouldn't have been so sure. Betty felt a hand grip her wrist and she turned around to see only a dark figure. Muscular? Definitely. Tall, maybe someone her age. The grip on her wrist tightened and Betty tried to pull away.

She involuntarily began yelping and wincing in pain, but that only encouraged the unsub to further the pain. Betty kicked, and screamed, and punched, and hit, and clawed. Nothing fought him off. Then she heard it: the cracks of her bone. Her wrist was broken.

Tears came streaming down Betty's face and her screams and cries could be heard for miles, that is until the man covered her mouth with his gloved hand and kicked her kneecap, causing her to fall to the ground. Betty was choking on her tears, asking herself why this was happening. The man knelt down and kicked her multiple times in the stomach, along with punching her in the face. Blood became pooling around the tortured blonde as she started to become numb.

Then she and the man both heard rustling in the bushes. The assailant turned around to look for any witnesses, and Betty saw this as her chance. She got up and began running full force, but it was hard with bruised and broken bones. She was weak-kneed but she was flying right out of that Hell zone.

Betty ran as far as she could before collapsing back onto the unforgiving ground. Betty, shaking, reached her phone out of her pocket and dialed 911. "911, what's your emergency?" The operator asked. "Help," Betty breathed before the whole world around her turned black and she could have sworn to have stopped feeling. Everything.