Moving On

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*Still in flashback*
Betty was still laying in the the truck, really out of it. She tried to scream. It was too hard. Her head was pounding and stinging. Tears roll down her eyes in agony and pain. Soon, the truck stopped. This is when she got really scared.
"Get the girl out of the car, Chic!" A women yelled. The car door slammed shut. Betty struggled, it was no use. L she felt someone pull her legs. She could feel it was a man's hands. That's when she knew it was Chic.
"Chic." She whispered. No response. He was holding her hands back. She could barely stand because of how weak she was.
"Chic, I know your there. Just, please, don't let me die." Still no response. She could feel him breathing down her neck. She could feel the concrete as she only had socks on. She could feel the blood from her head dripping down her back. Her head was still bleeding uncontrollably. When she woke up, she was tied to a chair. Her head was still bleeding but, not as much. All she could think about Julie. And Jug. What would happen to them? She couldn't think about it. She had a blindfold over her face. She was still sobbing. That's when it was suddenly ripped off.
"Can I call you Jonesy now?"
"Huh?" Her vision was slightly blurry. When she heard her say Jonesy, she knew exactly who it was. It was Penny Peabody. She gasped.
"Yeah, I heard about your cute little family. How adorable. Too bad you won't live to see them again." Betty began to sob even harder.
"J-j-j-juggg w-will come to same mee:" she stuttered.
"Mm, I don't know. We'll see about that." Betty continued to cry. She sat there, just thinking. She heard Penny in the other room yelling.
"No! No!" She heard her say a lot of that. Then, this.
"Ghoulies, club her!" Betty had taken another hit to the head. Everything went black again. She was on a stretcher of some kind. But, it felt like she was in a car still. It was odd. She knew for sure she was in one when they hit a speed bump. The next time she woke up, she was in a room and that felt oddly familiar. She poked up. She touched the back of her head. There were stitches. She sat up and looked around the room. That's when she saw a desk with a sign on it. It read,"Dr. Curdle Jr.". Wait, what? Betty thought to herself. She then thought back to something her husband had said years ago,"In riverdale, everyone's got a price." So, whoever got Betty there, had serious money. That's when she heard someone coming. She then pretended to sleep. By the voice, Betty immediately knew who had walked in.
"And thanks again, Dr. Your really doing us a huge favor."
"Of course, Mrs. Blossom."
"And, can I assure nobody will hear anything about this?"
"Of course, Mrs. Blossom."
"Small bills?"
"Yep." Penelope brushed Betty's face.
"Do you mind if we use the old ambulance once more?"
"Do I get more money."
"Sure."
"Then, yes." Betty suddenly began to feel the bed move. Roll. They injected Anastasia of some kind because, soon, Betty was knocked out cold once again. When she woke up again, she was somewhere unexplainable. It felt really, really remote. Distant. Somehow, not. When she fully opened her eyes, it was definitely familiar. That's when she poked up.
"Oh, my god." She began to cry. She was in the bunker. Her hands were handcuffed.
"It's nice to see you again, Betty." The black hood soon appeared. He took the hood off.
"What are you going to do to me?" She cried.
"I could kill you. No, that would make it too easy. No, I want to meet my grandchild."
"No."
"Come on, Betty. I don't even know the gender. Can you tell me that?"
"No."
"Then I guess I'll just keep you here forever."
"You wouldn't dare."
"Oh, but I would." Betty thought he was kidding. Little did she know, this was only the beginning of her disappearance.