Truly Yours

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"Betty? Why are you calling at 4 am?"
I rub my eyes and slither out of Cheryl's bed. She makes a small groan and I whip my head back to her, hoping I don't wake her up. She shrugs it off and rolls over.

"Look, I know Jughead told you about the baby and I can't really go to sleep. I haven't slept in days actually but the point is, I know how we're going to take down Sabrina."

"How?" I can't help the excitement in my voice as I blindly walk down the stairs, making my way outside of Thistle House.

"Okay so, didn't you say she made a sex tape with the teacher?" Betty asks.

"Um, yeah? She and Sheriff Keller have a copy."

"Ew, Sheriff Keller has one? Why?" She asks.

"I think for some weird law that was enforced like twenty years ago. Wait, what are you gonna do?" I ask as I open the front door and step outside, the warm morning air wrapping me up.

"Well, I was thinking maybe we could leak it. Ruin her reputation anonymously and get her kicked out. Right?" Betty asks. I kick at some pebbles and shrug. I don't know if that's a brilliant plan or a stupid plan or both.

"I dunno Betty... Have you told Jughead about it yet?" I ask.

"No. Why would I? Sabrina isn't his ex... Anyway, Toni, just think it over. We could leak it from a computer, destroy the computer and watch Sabrina get humiliated." I sigh.

"Why do we need to go this far just for some flirting though? I mean, yes she slept with my favorite teacher but it was because I broke up with her. I dunno, I'll think about it. Thanks Betty."

"Mhm." I can hear her sass now.

"Please try to get some sleep. Or talk to Jug. He's hurting too. Anyways, good ni-well, morning." I smile and wait for her response but instead she hangs up. Okay, cool. What the hell?

I shut off my phone and turn to go back inside but feel two hands wrap around my waist. I sigh into the feeling and twist around to see Heather. Heather?! Shit.

"Wait, what?!" I wriggle and turn but she's got a tight grip on me. She has her hair in a ponytail and is wearing all black. Is she trying to do like a ninja look? Because its not really working for her. I can obviously see her.

"Where's Cheryl? Is she inside?" I nod quickly and Heather releases me only to bite her nails into my wrists. Suddenly, she pulls a gun from her jean pocket and I gulp. She hurriedly walks us over to a black van. Oh how typical. She opens up the back door and points inside the van.

"Sit." She snaps.

I plop down and rest my hands in my lap. Heather swipes some white plastic cord from her leather coat pocket and I hold out my hands, knowing what she's gonna do. Heather wraps it around my wrists and pulls it way too tight. I start to sweat and I look around the van for a sharp object.

I see absolutely nothing to use against her. Seriously? I look at her with pure hatred as she glances around Thistle House. I take this opportunity to kick her stomach, causing her to double over.

I shuffle out the van but she tackles me. I groan and she flips me over, straddling me and starts punching me. Once, twice, then stops. My ribs are aching from the tackle. Pain radiates from my cheek to my jaw. I spit to the side and see its blood. Great, I'm spitting up blood. Heather yanks me up and walks over to the van, throwing me inside. This time she closes the door.

I lay there, wincing and groaning as she gets in the drivers seat and starts the van, pulling back and driving off into the calm streets of Riverdale.

Each bump on the road is a jab of pain to my ribs. I always wondered what happened to Heather. Cheryl just left her for me and that was that. But where did Heather go? How did she react to losing her love? Again? I try to sit up but my body thinks otherwise.

"Why are you doing this?!" I shout to her. Heather turns up the radio and the blasting of ACDC only gets louder. I shrug. At least she's playing a good song, otherwise I would force myself to attack again. I might after this next verse. Not sure yet.

"Heather, I'm sorry she left you!"

"No you aren't."

"Heather, please just let me go. Why do you even want me? What am I good for?" I ask. She turns down the volume and I can hear her clicking her nails nervously on what I think is her steering wheel.

"Just shut up and don't move." She snaps back at me. The car turns into a bumper road until she parks it. I hear her twist her keys and get out the van, walking around to the back and yanking open the back door.

Its still dark out but not for long. Heather grips my arm and pulls me up, shooting pain travels in waves down my body. Holy fuck that hurt. She closes the back door and keeps her grip on my arm, forcing me to walk into an oddly okay looking apartment complex.

"What the hell is this? Where are you taking me?"

"Shut up!" She shouts and walks faster. We finally reach the door and she pulls it open, shoving me inside. I grip the railing above the worn wooden stairs and wait for her to help me up them.

"Move, Princess." She says. I groan and force myself up a couple while biting back the pain. Heather follows behind me and after some treacherous minutes of going up those stairs we run into a torn up door. She pulls out a key and twists open the door. Heather reaches back and grips into the same spot on my arm, yanking me inside.

Well shit.. What have I gotten myself into this time?