I’m so incredibly grateful for all the love I got on my latest fanfic! You guys liked it and wanted another chapter so I’m back baby! Enjoy it my beautiful love bugs! ***** Betty tucked a loose strand of honey blonde hair behind her ear, adjusting her cheerleading uniform and throwing her bag over her shoulder as she started on her walk home. She took a deep breathe and inhaled the fresh spring to summer air as the sky drizzled, sunshowers were here absolute favorite thing in the world, it was almost as if the universe was saying, even sunshine needs to cry sometimes. Betty brought her fingers up to her face, wincing as she touched a particularly nasty bruise under her eye, the wet mist was washing away her makeup and leaving the evidence of chucks anger visible for all to see.
He had been so angry last night when he found out the jacket was gone, his default was to blame her and as hard as she lied and tried to deny it, he wouldn’t stop hitting her, wouldn’t stop screaming at her, calling her the most disgusting names.
Of course she wanted to leave him, who would want to stay in a relationship like this? When she was younger she had always dreamed of falling in love, finding someone who loved her for all she was, she had written endless pages about it in her diary. Unfortunately, it hadn’t worked out that way, Chuck had hunted her down, he had chosen her because she was pretty, because she was easy prey, and she had fallen for it. He spewed lies about the cheerleader and the quarterback, that they were meant to be, the pretty words and secret kisses had only lasted so long before the real Chuck had shown up. So yeah, she wanted to leave him, wanted to run away, but she couldn’t. She was too scared and she was too weak, his threats always echoing in her mind.
“If you leave me, I’ll kill you. Who are you going to run too? Your parents? Please. They’d laugh in your face, tell you you deserved it.” He would spit, and he was right,her parents were fully aware of the way the football treated their daughter but they did nothing to stop it.
Betty could still remember the first time she had come home with a black eye from Chuck, she woke up the next morning to a tube of concealer and a note from her mother
“Please ice the bruise, you have homecoming next week and it would be unseemly to have a swollen eye in your pictures. Next time, just keep quiet.”
Betty laughed bitterly at the memory “And don’t forget to pick up your medication Elizabeth.” She mocked, drawing her fingernails into her palms.
“You talking to the voices inside your head?”
Betty whipped around at the teasing voice and felt her heart stop at the sight of Jughead Jones standing casually against a trash can in the middle of the park.
“Jughead! What are you doing here?” She asked, a smile tugging on her lips.
He shrugged, moving closer to her. “I was in the neighborhood, saw you walking all alone. Don’t you know there’s a turf war going on little lady?” He smirked before his entire face fell at the sight of the swollen bruise on her eye.
“That fucker did this to you?” He asked lowly, his eyes dangerous.
Betty reached a hand to her eye before dropping it, she had given up
“He was angry with me. I should have known he would be, I shouldn’t have even been near him..” she was cut off by Jughead slender, rough fingers gently stroking the darkening skin.
“It’s not your fault. He’s sick, and he’ll get what’s coming to him. I can promise you that.” He growled, his face a breath away from hers. His eyes were intense as he whispered “how could anyone do this to you? Of all the people in the world, you.” He whispered, his voice sounded foreign even to himself, hoarse and angry.
Betty smiled sadly, dropping her forehead to Jugheads, he was practically a stranger, she definitely didn’t know him well enough to be this close to him, but beside him, his hands on her waist, she felt safer than she had her entire life.
“I’m really not that special.” She whispered.
Jughead pulled away, cupping her chin with his fingers
“That’s where you’re wrong Betty Cooper, you’re the most special person I’ve ever met.” He smiled crookedly as he pulled away, swinging an arm over her shoulder.
Betty laughed at the lazy way he strut through town, she asked about the Serpents, he asked about her uniform, she told him about Veronica and he told her about Keith. When they finally arrived at Betty’s front porch Betty was out of breath from laughing so hard and Jugheads cheeks ached from the constant smiling.
Walking her to her front porch, something shifted in the beautiful blondes eyes
“What’s the matter angel?” He asked concerned, the nickname rolling off his tongue.
“If Chuck sees you… he’ll kill you.. I shouldn’t have put you in this position.. I’m so sorry .. I…” Jughead cut her off as he clutched her hands
“Don’t you worry about me, I’ve got my boys surveying these streets. They seem to have taking quite a liking to you, im not the only one who has Chuck in my sights.” He reassured her.
Betty still looked skeptical but he took comfort in the way her shoulders relaxed slightly. She raised a palm to his cheek and rested it there, her fingers gently stroking the space beside his ear
“Thanks for walking me home. I’ll see you soon?” She asked.
Jughead nodded with a smirk, popping the collar of his leather jacket and raising a brow
“You got it Juliet.”
With one last glance at the dark haired boy Betty closed her front door, leaning her back against it and smiling.
Jughead walked the dark streets of Riverdale, his hand coming up to touch the space that Betty had rested her hand, he smiled.
Oh Chuck was definitely going down.
Something to keep us happy during this bughead hiatus
