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[CHAPTER THIRTEEN]

././𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓐𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓶𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓜𝓾𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻/./.

"Adelaide," Betty looks shocked as she walks up the old wooden stairs that lead up to my room. I frown, thinking that Jughead might have come back.

Turning back to lay under the covers, I don't say anything.

Betty is smart enough to know that if Jughead isn't with me, then that means that I didn't stop him. If not by the absence of Jughead, then by the presence of the black mascara stains on my cheeks from my tears.

I listen as my sister sighs before I feel the bed dip next to me, "Come on," she says, her voice not wavering as she pulls the covers away from my cold body.

I shiver runs down my spine from the chill, and I move to pull them back, but Betty stops me, "No, A, we have to find him."

I glower at my blonde sister before laying my head back on the pillow, "He doesn't want me," I think back to when he just left me in the trailer all alone, clenching my eyes at the sharp stab in my chest.

Betty rolls her eyes, emitting an annoyed groan, "Look, Adelaide, we don't have time for this," Betty begins pulling out clothes from my closet, "You and I both know that Jughead needs you," Betty says throwing a pair of jeans at my face before turning to me, "He talks about you like you are a goddess," Betty laughs, obviously just trying to get me out of bed, "His eyes light up when you are around and when you aren't I know he is thinking about you," Betty grabs my hand before giving it a light squeeze, "He loves you."

My mind was spinning with everything that was going on, but Betty's confirmation of what Jughead told me, calmed my heart for a few seconds. Leaving it to gently flutter in my chest as I thought about the boy I loved so much.

Betty sighed, sitting next to me on the bed once again, "Please, Adelaide, you are the only one who knows where he would be," she begged. Pop's diner, no doubt.

I shake my head, thinking about Juggie's last words, "Even if that's true," I play with my fingers, "He made it clear that he didn't want me to follow him."

Betty frowned before giving me a small nod and walking out of my room. I watch as she walks out of my room, leaving me only with my tortured thoughts.

I whimper, feeling my head begin to spin again from the constraining feeling on my neck. Ignoring the irritation on my neck, I close my eyes, allowing myself to fall back into a hazy slumber.

~❃~

On the third of October, just after dawn, I, Adelaide Juliette Cooper-Blossom, woke up to find a dark red line circling my neck. The markings of which could only be gained by strangling or choking. Neither of which I have fallen victim to.

I had made sure to cover the markings with a choker, but it was still partly noticeable. Although it still didn't answer the question of how I got them, because I never choked myself and nobody else was even in my room.