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[sweetndwit]

southsidedrcamer:

nothing he spoke was for pity    –     nor for any     intricate purpose,      merely from the thoughts that      entered his psyche.     reminding him that he was      barely human     now     &&    certainly      could not call himself     a man.      a piece of the male species    –     perhaps   –     but not a      man.     swallowing he heard     two syllables she     strung together to make one    sad standalone     statement.     less a      statement      &&     more a     declaration of the last bit of     hope leaving his    system.     even though he was     perfectly gazing into her     eyes he was     absolutely not     finding    an ounce of    comfort.    his skin     felt     numb      &&    cold.     his heart was     dried up    –     broken    &&    unclean.      his skin shuddered with the      first touch of her     fingers,     however it was not a conscious     movement that was made     in rejection of her    touch.      he simply did not     realize that he as safe now.      even though it was     obvious that there      was just the two of them,      he was still attempting to      compartmentalize      everything that happened     &&     reassure his      stressed out mind that it could       not come to pass      again    –    for now. settling into her      touch after several seconds of heavy      breathing,    he lifted his hand to smooth over her   own     &&    feel the first     loving touch he had known      since they were taken.     what they had     experienced was akin     to torture      &&     he took that into account.       ❝    i do     –     i want to die   !!    ❞    repeating the sentiment he      was barely whispering.      as though he feared     shattering the air between them.     &&     he did.       ❝    loving    me now     –    betty,     i know you     can’t.     ❞     it was said as a statement       because no part of him      even remotely believed      that she could.      not when his own      heart had been hardened to stone       when thinking about himself.      &&     she might have been      his     perfect betty      –    but he had been      stripped of his     pride in     front of her     &&     now he could never     gain that back.      she was      meant to be     protected by him      &&     he could not even protect himself       &&      that was the ultimate humiliation.

Despite the lock of eye contact they established, there was a coldness, a lack of warmth she was receiving from him. He might’ve been looking at her but he wasn’t really looking at her, not like he used to. There’s a feeling of mild rejection that creeps in at knowing that truth. Although she’s certain there are multiple reasons, she feels it’s partially because of what he saw, what he saw them do to her. Defilement, ruining the perfect girl next door, breaking her down to bones. She can’t help but think that. Because who would want a used girlfriend? Beaten down, mind and body, sullied. She wouldn’t blame him if that was the case but they had done similar things to her and her feelings hadn’t tilted for him. Shakes away the thought, she can’t start down that path despite it being inevitable for her to stray to. A shudder of his skin ripples, extending the thoughts and she’s doing her best to shove it all away but oh God it’s so hard.

Almost about to take her hand away, retract and curl away from him, he begins settling to her touch, breath heavy and then his hand meets hers. A subtle reassurance of her presence. Hand is shaking under his, unsteady while still remaining the loving comfort she holds for him. “ I know. “ And it’s whispered so softly because she feels the exact same way, she wants it all to end. “ I can, I do still love you Jug. Nothing I saw... Nothing that happened changes how I feel about you. “ He has to know that, she loves him. She knows he believes it, believes that it wasn’t possible anymore, however, it was. “ Believe me Juggie. “ Uses his nickname as if it’ll make him see it, make him trust her honest word.

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teencgewitch:

A TINY GIGGLE   leaves her lips at the other’s surprise and shakes her head. she wasn’t surprised that betty was shocked by her question; sabrina rarely pried into anyone’s relationship. though she couldn’t help but be curious by the polar opposites that seemingly meshed together so well.   ❛ well – only a little bit.. ❜sabrina shrugged, tucking her hair behind her ear casually.❛  growing up with our families being so close it’s so weird to see him in a relationship. I remember him being a weird little nose picker that i used to draw smiley faces on. ❜ 

Laughter that she mirrors, slight and small but present nonetheless. It was unusual for Sabrina to take interest in such subjects, someone else’s relationship, especially since the topic none other than Riverdale’s girl next door and the boy from the other side of the tracks. So different, so opposite. Maybe that was where the interest was. Only a little bit. But she had a feeling it was slightly more than that. “ I think he thinks it’s weird he’s in a relationship. “ Replied casually to the comment, knowing Jughead Jones hadn’t been the type until slowly but surely, the two meshed together. Laughs at the recollection of a moment in his childhood which fades into a pleasant smile. “ He’s better at relationships than you’d think. “ Sweet, kind, caring, there was so much more to him than people gave him credit.

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southsidelover:

It was flattering to even be wanted… apart of her cracking and wanting to ask if she’d talked properly with Jughead Jones, or if maybe they were past what that boy was to the blonde, because, well… that’d be nice. Fingers twisting with pink hair to feel the silken slide of extensioned hair between them, breathing out, head back. Wondering if a school like Riverdale High was open to the brand of fire that she enjoyed spreading, setting, a troubled soul in too many aspects. “Well then… if you’re alright with that? Then I don’t mind. I’ll sign up. You got me.” Hands in the air, an innocent smile that hardly looked as such along her full lips, set into place; but lowering when she could take her hand in her own. “So how does this work exactly?” A firm shake, letting go so that she could recline within her seat, her stance a crossing of her legs, thoughtful, as if she were already plotting away. And perhaps she was. “Do I get some space on the site? A badge? Do I have to take photos for that terrible gossip column?”  Laughter picking up, eyes rolling. But that was the grind, she supposed.  @sweetndwit

Eyes flicker to fingers that twisted with pink, cotton candy hair. Transfixed by the action, a point of interest for a few seconds before darting back to her face, paying attention again. “ Of course I’m alright with that, the Blue & Gold would love to have you. “ Laugh lets out, seeing her hands in the air, an imitation to further the statement. You got me. There’s an innocent smile present that she can’t help but find amusing.

Then hands joined, a firm shake to seal their arrangement. After they break and she takes in all of her questions, figuring answers before speaking. “ We’re mostly traditional, paper instead of electronic. “ Betty loved the feel of it, after all, what was better than actually holding a newspaper? Other teens her age might argue against it but it was her preference. “ Kevin’s taken up a gossip column, I edit for him sometimes but mostly he does all the work, people love his voice. “ It was because she needed to take up space after Jughead’s absence yet he enjoyed it so she didn’t mind. “ You have free reign, for the most part. You’ll take photos for other pieces, if you’d like, and you can write your own articles. We all give feedback and help with editing and there’s no badge required. “ They were a small staff, the whole school knew who was on the Blue & Gold and soon, they’d realize Toni was apart of it as well.

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queenv:

She wanted to BELIEVE it, but deep down, she’d felt horribly insecure. Golden boy meets SUNSHINE BARBIE– really, was there ever a better-written story than that? She sighed heavily, shaking her head in response. “If it didn’t mean anything, you shouldn’t have hesitated about telling me,” her voice was softer then, lacking its usual edge as she lifted her gaze up to meet Betty’s. “– I thought you were my BEST FRIEND, B,” she mumbled softly, taking a deep breath.

“ V... “Frown appears. catching the mumble, sounding particularly hurt. “ I am your best friend. “ Her voice is soft, unusual for that of the Veronica Lodge. Kept eyes on her, expressing her sincerity. “ I didn’t think it was important since it didn’t mean anything to either of us. “ She thought about telling her but thought against it, she felt it would only hurt, not benefit. Switches gears though, because she knows she messed up. It was wrong to keep it a secret, keep it buried away even if it did mean nothing. “ It was a mistake, I should have told you. “

[sweetndwit]

snakevowed:

Matching the others smile, Toni sat up straight to give Betty her full attention, glad that there was no awkwardness between them, that she was probably the only Northsider that the pink haired girl felt completely comfortable with. Listening to the other carefully, she nodded her head slowly and sighed as she looked to her knees. She had thick skin for sure, always had.. it was bred into the Southsiders. But when someone came at her family? Toni had to bite. She couldn’t just sit back and let the girl speak about the ones she loved. ❛ Thick skin, got it Cooper… ❜ she hummed, looking down at the table for a moment before finding the others attention. ❛ Didn’t really want much trouble but it looks like Cheryl had other plans… and what’s his name… Reggie? It’s weird. I was just glad to come to a new school. With books and computers. ❜ That was all Toni wanted, a chance at a real education but drama followed the Serpents everywhere. 

Notes the smile she receives from the other, taking down her guard a bit more around Toni now. Sees body language, knows she has her attention. She’s pushing forward, wanting to be delightful with the other girl, there’s no reason for her not to be friendly. If she was honest, Toni was the only Southsider she really knew.

“ Yeah, I don’t think you’ll have any issues with having thick skin. You get used to it. “ Smile widens because she assumes that if you’re from the Southside, it’s practically a requirement. And it was a compliment, the way she said it. Eyes keep their hold on Toni, brow lowering as she went on. “ Cheryl just feels threatened with so many newcomers to her ‘domain’. Reggie just follows her lead. “ A roll of eyes, knowing the redhead doesn’t want to be dethroned, has to show her place. And the jock? Naturally, he’d feel threatened. “ Don’t mind them too much, don’t let them ruin your opportunity. “ She doesn’t know it for sure but when she visited Southside, it didn’t quite look like the place to get an incredible education. This must be a step up, since she mentioned books and computers. It’d be a shame to have it wrecked by someone like Cheryl Blossom or Reggie Mantle.

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bravewitch:

           “  well,  then it’s a good thing that  i’m here to say it,  isn’t it ?  ”   a wink of her eyes,  as she  whirls around  and gestures for the  other blonde  to follow after her.    “  then  STAY,  why don’t you ?  my present to you can be a nice night in !  even  SALEM  will behave;  we can cook,  bake cookies,  make hot chocolate,  binge some netflix,  paint nails  …  whatever you feel like doing.  how does that sound ?  ”

Can’t help but laugh, escapes her mouth and furthered by the wink she receives. Maybe it was a good thing one of them would say it. If nothing else, it made her feel delighted. The plan she proposed, how to spend the afternoon and possibly further sounded just like what she needed right now. “ That... Sounds perfect. “ Hands clasped together, following after the blonde, stepping inside. “ If you’ll have me, I’d love to stay! “ Cookies, hot chocolate, Netflix, nails? What’s not to like?

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 southsidedrcamer:

silence     carried on for so long      that time seemed to have     no beginning     &&    no end.     every second dragged on forever      linking them eternally as a ravaged    pair.    flashes of      his face being     pressed down into the mattress     kept appearing in the     forefront of his mind.     brought about by    his own indefinite trauma      &&    pain.     although he ached     to hold her     &&   bring her solace, he did not     know if holding her would     bring out what those men had     done to her,    or not.    after a long     drawn out silence    –    she spoke.    his name.     just his nickname.    a far off word that he barely      associated with his own     barren husk    any longer.      what more could he     ask     ??    they had     each bore      witness to each other’s     shame.      watched as the other was pinned,     screamed,     –    raped.     their love had been so     pure     &&    good.      believing that      they might never    find joy in     life again.    did he even want to      go on living    in this state    ??    surely betty would never     look at him the      same.    –    not after what she had     seen done to him. this    unending feeling of      hopelessness     was what those    goons had    wanted.    they had    shouted at him     –    laughed that they were dethroning     the serpent prince.      &&     they had    succeeded.      he no longer felt anything     like a prince.      more like a     monster.      every ache      only proceeded to remind him     of how they had    damaged him.    breaking the    delicate pieces of his     psyche     &&     leaving him to pick up      the scattered pieces.     –     but did he want to     ??     that was the question.      ❝    i just    –   want to die.    ❞      the first sentence he     managed to string together     he was barely conscious of     saying out loud.     it had been a     thought that    became a reality.      something he had wanted from the    instant he was     forced onto that bed,      &&     violated.       ❝      i do not    want to be    alive    anymore.    ❞     these statements     were obviously troubling     but    were they not understandable    ??    after everything.     could betty even     love him now    ??     laying down     he faced her,     his own    eyes blankly staring into     her own.

Every second, every minute, every hour blurred together in the moments following, the ones where they now found themselves alone in the company of one another. If eyes closed, images followed, memories she couldn’t handle, especially ones so fresh. Therefore, eyes forced to keep themselves open, to keep distracted in the silence and with him. Knows she doesn’t give him much to work with, the whisper of his name being the only thing, not even his full name. So so far away she feels. What was to be said? She can hardly manage a thing. Witnessing each other, seeing things they should never have had to, each torn to shreds one way or another. Screaming, shaming, tarnished. A pure, good love defiled in one night. Would they survive? Could they?

Sights hadn’t changed feelings directed toward him. No, she remained with her love for him no matter the shame, the debase of pride. Hears the sentence that breaks her heart. I want to die. One that chokes her yet that she sympathizes with immensely. Troubling they were despite understanding, knowing exactly how he felt. Watches with care as he lays down, facing her, eyes meeting and holding. Hand tentatively reaches out, lays flat against his cheek like she used to do. Gives the opportunity for him to push her away but until then, her thumb strokes along cheekbone. “ Oh, Jug... “ Whispered again, so so soft as tears prick the edges of her eyes, threatening release once more.

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eternalandiconic:

“Sure, Jan. Just like you always want me to believe that those blonde locks aren’t box dyed blessed,” her eyes rolled, hands falling onto her hops. This entire episode had been instigated by her own curiosity at the end of the day, Cheryl’s mind attempting to wrap around Nana Rose’s story at the same time this half of the Breakfast Club went running out the door.

“So then let me get this straight. Who’s told who so far if it’s really no biggie on either front?” one brow raised high, head cocking to the side. It could have been that simple, yes. But in Riverdale, the logistics always were that much deeper.

“Because while I want to believe your vague and unbecoming jab to why a kiss before death was nothing more than a cease the moment jest, I really don’t think Jughead and Veronica would be team kiss fear away, especially with it involving Riverdale’s favorite ginger stud muffin.”

Eyes can’t roll harder at the suggestion Cheryl made. “ You’re as wrong about this as you are about my hair. “ Comments haughtily because she can’t make either connection work it had seemed. The blonde locks she’s blessed with aren’t box dyed nor was there any juicy details to spill about a kiss that never should have happened. 

Sigh leaves lips at the raised brow, the inquiry that no doubt begged an answer. “ No one’s told anyone because it didn’t matter, it didn’t mean anything. “ The only thing admitting that fear hastened kiss would do is ruin friendships and cause overreactions. It might be simple to spill the truth but what would the outcome be? Not pleasant, she knew that.

“ It was a jest, neither Archie or I thought anything of it. “ That’s why they hadn't even discussed it since that night. He was back with Veronica and she was stuck in limbo, the way it should be.” If you’re looking to wreak havoc, you should look elsewhere, Cheryl. There’s nothing to tell here. “

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southsidelover:

Toni spoke with ease to the person, uniformed for the moment, her voice keeping to softer dulcets in a place that didn’t exactly scream grace and class. It was alright because it was the perfect hide-a-way from the world, not speaking of the boy that likely was hanging out in his trailer tonight, alone. Or the fact that there were strangely conflicted feelings within herself for how she felt about it all. Sometimes, it wasn’t about the things you wanted in life… Toni knew well enough how unfair that viewpoint was, and how it shaped, affected, the world around her. Instead knowing what she would want done for her if she felt as similarly torn, weakened to the point of crying on her own out beneath the streetlamps of this city. Hating to think how she’d feel if passed over in such a moment, a little started when asked as to the why, fingers automatically moving to mess with her hair, trying to be thoughtful, careful, in her approach of explaining it, the two girls left to their own devices as the waiter scurried back towards the kitchen to relay their order. “Well… honestly. I know and I don’t know. I saw how Jones felt after the whole… you know. Business with Archie and your break up and… all that.” interpersonal relationships were so messy… it was the reason for her having to tell Jones, later on the next day, that she didn’t want to be involved until he felt either sure of himself or over the blonde girl in front of her.                                        Hearts, simply, couldn’t be moved by will alone.                 And she hated the idea of being hurt. “And. I don’t think breakups really can be easy. For anybody. Meaning that as much as he’s hurting, you’re probably hurting as well. Love’s complicated. It’s not one of those… easily swayed things within a person. Maybe you don’t feel you can work out and hey, that’s fine. You and him? Know about it way better than I do. But… knowing it’s the best thing doesn’t make it hurt any less. So… I figured. It’d be nice to know that that’s… acknowledged, I guess.” Toni’s tongue travelling with nervous unease over her plump lower lip, trying to shrug with some form of disaffect. But no… she knew better. @sweetndwit

An ease, a soft tone that Betty hadn’t expected from her, startling, to say the least. Tonight, things moved, things changed. Itched to speak about Jughead, to know how he was doing because surely Toni of all people would know now. More so than herself anyway. Had she broken him? Although necessary, what kind of strain did her actions force upon him? At the same time, she couldn’t bear to know. How she found her must attribute to how she’s being treated now. Perhaps the two girls weren’t so different after all.

As words begin to flow, she quiets down, listening. At the mention of Jughead, the blonde flinches, brows drawing inward, body shifting. Because it hurts, it sends pain shooting everywhere. How was he? How did he feel? By her not expanding on it, she knows it must be messy, she knows it isn’t pleasant. 

“ They aren’t. “ Agreeable because she has a point, breakups never are easy. This one shouldn’t have even happened either. Love’s complicated. “ It’s not that, it’s not that simple. “ Uttered out before she realizes. It wasn’t that they didn’t work out. They worked perfectly. Breaking up was far from the right thing, only right in the fact that he was safe from her and from the Black Hood. Bites her lip, hoping the statement’s implications aren’t caught on to and she moves on swiftly. “ I appreciate you stopping to help me tonight, it is nice. “ Pause, brief, eyes flicker around and then return. “ How’s he doing? “ Because she can’t help but ask, needs to know that he’s okay.

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BETTY COOPER & SABRINA SPELLMAN    were polar opposites. where every place that betty was cool and calculated, sabrina was reckless and wild. but it all balanced out completely. sitting in the blonde’s room, sabrina peeked up from her magazine with a curious expression.   ❛ elizabeth cooper, i have a serious question to ask you. ❜sabrina began, sitting up a bit from her position on the floor.❛  what is it like being with the ever so mysterious jughead jones ? ?   ❜ 

[sweetndwit]

As opposite, as distant as they come. Even so, they seemed to mesh fairly well, the traits one had seemed to cancel out the others, creating a sort of fun stability. Raises a brow as Sabrina’s attention drifted away from the magazine she previously had her head buried in. “ What is it? “ A serious question? Now she’s sitting up too, preparing herself for whatever inquiry the fellow light hair had for her. When it comes, she can’t help but chuckle. “ You want to know about Jughead? “ There was no shortage of things to say about Jughead Jones but she was surprised Sabrina of all people wanted to know.

[eternalandiconic]

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“Just shut up and let me help you,” she sneered, opening the bathroom door again with a towel she had retrieved from her River Vixen locker. As she knelt down, the red fabric sat between her fingers, running an edge of it to Betty’s collar. Sure, the girl wanted nothing to do with her, but the guilt in her chest weighed more than she could allow it to. She had to help here, the best she could, without Betty swatting her away. Cheryl needed some karma, a reminder that she herself wasn’t tearing the Cooper’s apart limb from limb.

“And while I know I am the last person you’re looking for martyr status from, just consider us even now,” she kept moving her fingers to wipe the mess, eyes looking over to her. “It’s better than Josie or Midge anyway..”

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“ I’m fine. “ Words slip out of her mouth unconsciously because she could handle this, she had handled so much and this wouldn’t be anything new. “ It’s fine. “ Far from it yet she forced the idea out into the open. Before she knew it and without her acceptance, red fabric edged closer, beginning to clean what had been pointed out before. Eyes flickered the other way, itching to push Cheryl so far away and yet she can’t manage it. She just can’t and therefore, the redhead is able to help with ease.

It’s true, Cheryl was the last person she expected assistance from and the last she wanted it from. But it was also true that worse people could have found her like this. “ Don’t say anything about this. “ A silent plea.

[snakevowed]

                   Everything had seemed to settle after the merger, Toni was glad that there seemed to be less drama too. Cheryl had taken a step back after the silent protest that Toni had led on Pikens Day. It was time to actually get involved in the school, prove that she was more than just Southside trash. Toni wanted to go somewhere in life and that was hard to prove when none of the teachers in the Southside cared and when they did, they turned out to be drug dealers. Making her way down the halls, she stopped outside the Blue and Gold. Jughead had told her that Betty worked on the paper and honestly, Toni had no issues with the blonde. Moving to the office door, she pushed it open and stuck her head in with a small smile. ❛ Hey… I was wondering if we could talk.. I was thinking of joining the paper, ❜ she admitted as she leaned against the doorway, waiting for the others reaction.

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[sweetndwit]

After Pikens Day, a different atmosphere had drifted into Riverdale High. A bit less drama, things beginning to settle between the two previously divided groups. One could hope this would last. Majority of the blonde’s free time was spent inside the office of the Blue & Gold. A safe space for her, to write, to think, to be free in specific ways. Hears the door being pushed open and looks up from her task of editing to greet the visitor. It doesn’t quite surprise her to see Toni enter, figuring sooner or later she’d see her. Toni had worked on the Red & Black after all. Slight, friendly smile plasters on her lips, listening before speaking. Then, she leans back in her chair, setting her pencil down on the desk. “ You want to join the Blue & Gold? “ Smile becoming more relaxed, at ease.

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queenv:

Was it going to be one EXCUSE over another? Veronica wanted to roll her eyes at the blonde again, wondering what even brought her to kiss Archie in the first place if she was so IN LOVE with Jughead. She shrugged easily, shaking her head. “I wouldn’t know,” she hummed coldly. “It’s not like you ever said you were SORRY, nor had the decency to talk to me about it until I’ve confronted you.”

Lips press together at the cold treatment she was receiving. What was she supposed to say? “ Because it didn’t mean anything, I didn’t want to hurt you. “ It’s why she didn’t bring it up. She didn’t feel that way about Archie anymore and bringing it up would do exactly this. “ I thought it was better not to say anything. “ For the sake of the couple, wasn’t it? “ I was wrong. “ Because obviously, she would have rather heard it, known the ugly truth without feeling or thought behind it.

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queenv:

She ROLLED her eyes at the confusion in the blonde’s face. Did Betty really expect her to be in the dark about everything? So much for a BEST FRIEND. She sighed, shrugging her shoulders as she shook her head. “I guess you got off on a technicality there.”

“ It didn’t mean anything. “ Betty mumbled because by now, she must have found out one way or another. Her idea had been to spare the raven’s feelings, thoughts about the two of them and reassure her with her silence. It wasn’t important, it didn’t mean anything which is why it hadn’t been spoken about. “ I’m sorry, Ronnie, but you know that, right? “ 

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betty + jughead  //  @sweetndwit

nothing was left inside of him     –    he couldn’t feel.     numb sensations had    spanned the length of him     icing his heart until   the chambers were closed     –     even toward betty.      &&     it was not to hurt her that he had     closed himself off    but it was for self preservation.      a sort of coping mechanism that     emerged when     the worst trauma came to     rear it’s ugly head.     he was a virgin    –    correction   –    had been a virgin.    betty     &&     him had been waiting for the opportune moment but it had     never come    –     not before.      hoods stashed over their heads      &&    bodies    broken    beaten with metal   poles.     drugged with roofies forced down the    back of their throats he remembered      choking on the water.      spitting it out only to receive a punch to the jaw for wasting     precious      &&     expensive cargo.    ropes    –    so many ropes.     biting into the skin of his wrists    rope burns became an unbearable reality.     realization that he was helpless to    defend the    woman he loved had become    all too real.      what they had done     –    oh, the  atrocities    that transpired.      how could he    forgive his own weaknesses    ??  beaten until his skin     was   an ocean of    bruises.    teeth loosened in his jaw with every    firm punch to the area     –    what had he done    ??     although fogginess was     the constant the    most traumatizing     parts would never be     forgotten.     pinned,      screaming,     thrashing    raped into the cheap mattress where they were held    captive betty’s screams would    pierce his memory forever.  this       could not be done alone.     betty was needed even though     finding    solace in her arms was      warranted in every manner of the word     even though being touched     drove a wedge into his stomach.     it was maybe hours      since they had been     dumped unceremoniously outside of his trailer.     it was by the grace of god himself     that fp     remained in prison.    no dignity was left to him,     &&     surely no pride neither.      broken    –     fractured    did not begin to describe the reality of what he was    –   what they were.     with an aching     ass he felt    sick    with regret.     if he had not    turned them down an abandoned     shortcut perhaps their      bodies would be in check. but no.       he bled still     –    ‘like a girl’    –    l they had     chided at him. various     men took turns with them both     &&    now they were coated in     other men’s semen.     his serpent jacket that had once held    pride     &&   leadership was     forever tainted.      stripped of the serpent skin he left it forgotten on his      bedroom floor.       his eyes had been     staring unseeingly for     near on an hour now    stains      hardly noticed on his clothes.      they had defiled both of them      in     every meaning  of the word.      ❝     betty   –     ❞      the first trembling word he had spoken     since their liberation from that dreaded     unknown location.      he must know she was     okay to some degree.      even through his own     terror she must be      safe.    she too     had not spoken      but she curled on the     bed in rumpled     tattered clothing.       ❝     talk to me    –     ❞    could she     even    ??     tears fell    unblocked for the first     time since it happened.    just two    long streaks down either     cheek.

[sweetndwit]

Hours, it had only been hours since... Deep breath, shaky, trembling. The pair found themselves finding solace in his trailer, where they had been dropped off once it was all over. Arms were wrapped around herself, knees against her chest, completely curled in on herself. Clothes torn and sullied, a showcasing of defilement. 

Hears her name, completely broken from him and her eyes squeezed shut for a brief moment. Betty. Not a word had been spoken from her either since they entered the trailer, deciding on silence instead. Talk to me. Words filtered in, registering but what was she to say? Talk to him? About what? His voice sounded so far away too, barely catching what he was saying.

Her body shook, eyes not meeting his as head stays bent down. What she had seen, what she had been apart of... Burned into her memory, into her vision even when she closed her eyes. Silent, tears streamed down her face, one after the other and by now, she couldn’t stop them, especially when she thought about the recent events. It made her feel utterly sick. Talk to me. Thinking about his words again, forcing herself to turn, to face him. Just like her, he had undergone the same thing. Everything felt numb and although she moved, it hardly felt like it. Everything hurt, ached.

“ Jug... “ Name comes out softly and with hints of uncertainty and fear lingering. Fingers lift, wiping pointlessly at the tears that dampened her fair skin. That’s all she can manage, just the whisper of his name because nothing else is comprehending at the moment. Horrible, horrible, oh so terrible. A shake of her head, she couldn’t, couldn’t manage any semblance of composure. Not after tonight. Now she was broken, a wreck and she knew he must feel the same way.