jughead && marley; i got caught up in the possessiveness.
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how many days had it been since he left the house ?? two ?? three ?? he’d lost count. could have been a week. the fuck if he knew. he’d bought enough alcohol to last a while. -- that was all he needed now. wasn’t it ?? his arms had so many open wounds on them there was hardly an inch of space left unmarked. && his stomach, well. he’d moved to begin making marks there as well. the more he destroyed his skin the more he felt like the monster he was. downing alcohol until he would look in the mirror && see the visage of his father staring back at him. she’d told him he wasn’t a man. not like sweet pea. he remembered the words. she’d cut him -- destroyed him; with them. but that was inevitable. his own destruction was always inevitable. after all it was in his blood. his very flesh was weak, && malleable. after so long of being beaten into the ground, one could only hold out for something better for so long until they broke. && he had broken. right down the fucked up middle of his life. he couldn’t leave his house. he didn’t want to go to the whyte wyrm && see her there, laughing && canoodling with sweet pea && toni. the best friends she had now. he was easily replaced. she relapsed && went to toni. probably went to sweet pea too. not that it mattered. nothing did to him now. he’d trusted her with everything. every piece of him he had to give && it wasn’t good enough. how could it be ?? when his father took everything that was good out of him. it was almost six at night. the night was beginning to settle, && the sound of knocks on his door, made him groan in disdain. but he was running the serpents our of his trailer for the moment. this way he didn’t have to deal with seeing her. the girl that decimated his very existence. slowly he lowered the bottle onto the table && wobbled as he felt the effects of the various drinks hit him. he was at least dressed. his serpent jacket clinging to his skin, hiding the various wounds on his arms && other places. as he swung open the door he wanted to slam it again. he wanted to forget that he saw her, because the pain was unconscionable. && he didn’t want to feel it. fuck. why did he put the beer on the table. he needed a swig right now. fuck that. he needed some whiskey. ❛ what do you want ?? ❜ he barked at her, no hint of warmth in his eyes. he wouldn’t show weakness. she made it clear she didn’t want him. didn’t want to be his girl. or even his friend. ❛ come to gloat about how much better sweet pea is ?? or maybe gloat about toni being a better friend ?? ❜ fuck. -- why did he even answer the fucking door.
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