chapter one

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I never knew what happened that night. One moment I'm awake and stable, and the next I'm out cold. I woke up in this dark place, more like a room. I heard someone's  voice,  someone I recognized.
?: How are you  Elizabeth?
Betty: Where am I? And it's Betty.
?: Ok  Betty.
His voice sounded kind, soft,he sounded like he was around my age.
Betty: Are you gonna tell me what is going on?
?: Depends, what do you want to know?
Betty: Well for starters, who are you.
? My name is jughead. 
Jughead Jones?  I thought.
Jughead: Yes I'm Jughead Jones.
Crap I said that out loud.
Betty: Sorry. Where am I?
Jughead: You are at the Sisters of quiet mercy.
Betty: What is that?
Jughead: A place for troubled teens.
Betty: Ok, then why am I here?
Jughead: Your guess is as good as mine. Goodbye Betty.
JUGHEAD' S POV
I looked at Elizabeth's file, she's  been to the hospital 10 times in the last two weeks. I sat  there in the office trying to figure why she's been there so many times.
I walk to sister Woodhouse's office to ask her if she knew anything about this girl who we found  unconscious
Sister Woodhouse: What are you doing out of your room dear?
Jughead: Who is the girl in the new room, the one we found unconious?
Sister Woodhouse: Her name is Elizabeth Cooper, she was sent here because of her past we really are trying to help her.
Jughead: What about her past and why is she acting so scared around me, and why has she been to the hospital 10 times in the past two weeks?
Sister Woodhouse: That is something for her to tell you, it's  not my place to say.
Jughead: Ok.
 Where do I know her from? I thought as I walked out of her office and back to Betty's  room. She looked so familiar, and scared, traumatised.
BETTY' S POV.
When Jughead left, I had nothing else to do but look around although it was dark. When suddenly, I heard the door open, but this time a light came on.
Jughead: Where do I know you from?
Betty: I don't know. You seem familiar  as well.
His dark hair and beanie which I guess was his signature accessory.
Jughead: I looked at your file Betty.
I felt myself tense up.
Betty: You did? Why?
Jughead: I'm just curious. About you. I see that you were hospitalized 10 times in the last two weeks. Why?
Betty: Why? I can't  remember.
Jughead: How come?
Betty: I don't know.

JUGHEAD S POV
 She looked scared, she sounded scared she acted scared. I didn't  know much about her but what i do know is that she is terrified. And I need to know why.
 Jughead: What is the last thing you do remember?
Betty: Him. Standing over me and that's  the last thing I saw. Next thing I know I'm  here.
 Jughead: Who is "him" ?
Betty: My father.
Jughead: What about him, Betty?
She looked like she zoned out and I had brought her back to reality. She started to shake.
Betty: He- I don't know.
Jughead: Well betty...you have bruises all over you. Do you know where they came from?
She looked down at her arms, and legs.
Betty: No. Why can't I remember anything?
Jughead: You have amnesia.
I moved  closer to her. She slid back, against the wall, and took a breath.
Jughead: Sorry.
Betty: It's  fine. Just habit I guess.
BETTY POV
 I couldn't  help it. When he stepped  closer to me I nearly froze. That's  when I remembered something, but I was too scared to tell jughead. He apparently noticed.
Jughead: Did you remember something?
Betty: Yea. I did.
Jughead: can you tell me what it is.
I hesitated for a moment until he grabbed my hand.
Betty: It's about my parents.
Jughead: Betty you don't have to tell me if you-
Betty: I have to.
I cut him off.
Jughead: Okay.
Betty: The bruises are from them.
 The last thing I remember is them hitting me.
I started crying and jughead wiped the tears away then pulled me into a hug.
Jughead: Betts, I'm  so sorry.
JUGHEADS POV
I was immediately filled with anger, hatred, and sorrow. How could they do this to such a beautiful  person, not to mention their own daughter.
We broke from the hug. Betty still crying.
Jughead: Do you remember why you were rushed to the hospital 10 times in the last 2 weeks alone?

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