Touch (a Bughead story)

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Nightmare.

The definition of a nightmare is "A very unpleasant or frightening experience or prospect."

Similar words being "horror", "misery", and "torment".

Betty's nightmares couldn't be explained with any of those words or thoughts, it wasn't about a boogie man, or a monster under her bed.

Her nightmares were the cold hard truth, flashbacks if you will.

They were the definition of torture. They were part of the reason she couldn't move forward. They were her greatest fear. He was her greatest fear.

"Get off of me" she cried.

Her hands tied with rope to her bed. She hadn't had clothes on for at least two weeks.

He was on top of her...again.

"Oh come on babygirl, I know you love it" He smirked darkly, holding down her hips with such force it would bruise.

"Please" she whimpered, slowly giving up.

"That's right, beg!" He chuckled into her ear, thrusting against her will.

"No!No!No.." she shouted before passing out...

Betty woke up with a gasp, covered in sweat. She was definitely hyperventilating, she couldn't breathe.

She got out of her bed and started pacing the room, trying to catch her breath.

As she slowly calmed down she looked at the clock, it read 4:18.

She quickly changed into some leggings and a long sleeve top before putting on her trainers.

She had decided to go on a run to get her mind off of things -it always managed to calm her down after a nightmare.

She had ran down to sweet water river and taken in the view for 10 minutes before deciding she should head home.

She took a detour on her way home, running on the empty street past the register.

After getting home at 5:30 she went into the shower to finally get ready for school.

When Betty went downstairs for breakfast her brother was at the table -she hadn't seen him in a few days.

"Chic!" She exclaimed.

"Hey Baby B" He chuckled as he hugged his younger sister.

"Where have you been?! I haven't seen you in ages!" She said sitting down at the table.

"It's been 4 days" The older boy laughed. "I was in Greendale checking out a lead" He said taking three pancakes off of the stack.

"Oh cool. What's the case?" She asked -Charles worked for the FBI even though he was only 2 years older than her -he got early admission.

"It's uh, your case actually" He said carefully.

Betty's face dropped. "Oh, uh I should probably get going" Betty nodded to herself.

"Betty.." Chic spoke softly.

"It's ok, I'm just gonna..yeah" She said grabbing her bag and car keys leaving the house.

Betty could hear Chic shouting for her but she just zoned out and entered her white jeep.

She had fixed it up about a year ago with her brother for her birthday.

She drove silently to school, too focused on her thoughts to remember she had to give a tour.

When Betty got to school she headed straight for her locker.

"Come on Betty, we have to meet them at the office" Cheryl said as she put her folders in her locker next to Betty.

"Meet who?" Betty asked -still distracted from this morning.

"The Southsiders? We are giving them a tour? Remember?" Cheryl said concern crossing her face.

"Oh yeah, right. Let's go then" She said heading to the office.

"Are you ok? Hon?"Cheryl asked as they entered the office.

"Lunchtime, ok?" Betty said walking into the office backwards.

"Ok" Cheryl said warily.

"Ok" Betty agreed -not realising where she was walking.

"Ouch! Damn it!" Betty hissed as she walked into the corner of a desk and it poked her in the side.

"You alright?" Cheryl laughed.

"It's not funny!" Said Betty.

"Kind of is" Cheryl said holding her stomach.

"Shut up. Chair, Chair Chair!" Betty hissed laughing.

"Ugh Betty!! Shhhhh!" Cheryl said seriously.

"When you die I'll have "Chair Blossom" written on your grave" Betty started laughing.

"Not if I kill you first!" Cheryl threatened.

"And how are you gonna do that? Hmm" Betty giggled.

"In your sleep!" Cheryl defended.

"That would require me actually sleeping" Betty said quietly.

"B..." Cheryl's face softened.

"If you two are done your bickering now can we get our tour?" A raven haired boy said.

His blue eyes were fixed on Betty's -a smirk playing on his lips.

Betty gulped before turning her head to Cheryl.

"Hold your horses you hobo! Geez, come on then!" Cheryl said Betty following behind.

The blonde girl could feel his stare -she hated it, it reminded her of how she was stared at when strapped to a bed -she shivered at the thought.

"So I'm Cheryl and this is Betty. You are?" Cheryl asked in the office.

"This is Fangs, Sweet Pea, Toni and I'm Jughead" The boy said still looking at Betty -eyes full of curiosity.

"Alright then, well where should we start?" Cheryl asked her best friend.

"Anywhere and everywhere" Betty said turning around -she couldn't bare to see his stare any longer.

During the tour Cheryl did most of the talking -and flirting with the pink haired girl- she knew Betty was on edge and uncomfortable.

Everyone was infront of Betty apart from the raven haired boy -Jughead- he stayed behind her.

Suddenly she felt someone pull her arm back-she winced and whimpered.

She took her arm away and turned around -it was Jughead.

"Ple-please d-don't touch me" She said.

All she could think about was how that monster had touched her and payed him hands everywhere. How she had scars always reminding her of the terror he put her through.

She shivered.

Jughead frowned, concern spread across his face.

"Uh, sorry I-I didn't mean to..." He said.

"It's ok, you didn't know" She said back looking down at her shoes. Her blonde hair was now covering her face in the half up, half down look she had done this morning.

"I was just wondering who ran the newspaper here? I wanted to join" He said as they kept walking.

"I run it. If you show me some of your work I can take a look over it" She spoke softly. It was nice for her to be able to speak to someone other than Cheryl who didn't think she was a freak.

"Cool, uh Betty was it?" Jughead asked.

"Yeah, Betty Cooper" She smiled.

That was when the bell rung and they headed to their different lockers to fetch their books for class.

Neither knowing they'd be in the same literature class...

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