Broken: A Bughead AU

Just a Phone Call Away

🌑Elizabeth🌑

I covered my mouth as I could hear the shots ringing outside of the van.

After they stopped, the compartment door opened again and one of the men grabbed me and lifted me back up into the van.

"Woo boys!" My Dad hollered. "That's what I'm talking about! Man what a rush."

One of the men opened up a bag and grabbed a bottle of whiskey out of it.

"Want some Hal?" He asked.

"Hell yes." My Dad said as he grabbed the bottle and started drinking out of it. "Betty do you want some?"

I just looked up at him, feeling the tears falling out of my eyes.

"Aw cheer up sweetie, we'll be out of here before you know it." He laughed.

"Hal, what if the police catch us before we make it to Canada?" Lochlyn asked nervously.

"Then we kill her." My Dad said, pointing in the back to me. "We create a diversion."

"But wasn't the whole point to bring her up to Canada with us?" Lochlyn asked.

"Well if the police catch us, then we won't have her or our freedom! This way, at least we'll have our freedom." He replied.

No, I can't die. I had to get out of this alive. I knew the police were probably going to catch him before he could get to Canada, so my chances of living were getting slimmer.

That night as I went to sleep, I dreamed of jughead. Of him rescuing me and always being there to protect me. It was one of the only good dreams I've ever had.

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"Wake up." My Dad said as he slapped me across the face. We had been driving for a couple days since the shooting, and it's now been a week that I've been missing.

"We're going into the gas station to buy food. Make a sound, and your ass is dead." My Dad said as he and his three men got out of the car.

I scoffed. What idiots, leaving me unguarded.

I then realized that it was 2:45 in the morning, and no one was at the gas station at this time, so even if I tried to get someone's attention, it would be impossible.

I saw that Lochlyn left his cell on the seat and I picked it up and dialed a number I now had memorized.

"Hello?" The voice sounded confused.

"Jughead?" I said, my voice weak and wavering.

🌑Jughead🌑

We were driving through South Carolina at 2:45 in the morning. It's been a week since Betty went missing, and we haven't gotten any calls or police reports at all recently, and I was starting to lose hope, when I started getting a call.

I looked at it and realized that I didn't recognize the number.

Who would be calling at this time of day? "Hello?" I asked.

"Jughead?" The voice was weak and wavering on the other end, but I would recognize it anywhere.

"Betty? Oh my god." I said, and saw sheriff Minetta look up at me.

"Jughead, I don't have much time, they're at a QuikStop right at the North Carolina border. They're getting food. Please come fast, they said they're gonna kill me if the police catch them before Canada."

Suddenly, there was a gunshot.

"Betty? Betty, are you okay?"

I could hear Betty breathing heavily, and I heard scuffling, like she stuffed the phone under something.