complicated love

Welcome to my life

Possible TW:
•abuse

Betty cooper

"you did it!" I whispered to myself after getting through the daily abuse my dad gives me. I headed to my room just wanting a break.

dear diary,
Thankfully dad went easy on me today, I keep waiting for the day that he goes too hard and it's over, but I guess he was tired today after work, so lucky me! I'm also counting down the days until he finds out about this diary and does something unimaginable. He hates when I have things like this. I don't even have a phone! They make me tell people I have a phone and run all my social media to cover up. I guess you could say it's smart. Anyways, thanks for listening to me:)
-bc
I closed my diary and hid it in the cabinet before exiting the bathroom. Writing inside my room is too risky. My door has been taken away so if they were to walk by and get a glimpse of it. Well I dont even know.

"Elizabeth dinners ready" I heard from downstairs. My stomach twisted a little. I hate facing my dad after he just beat me.

I went down stairs and was faced with both of them at the dinner table, my plate waiting for me. Of course it wasn't as much as they had but still enough to fill me up a bit. "Thank you so much for dinner, its very good" I said with a fake smile. They made a rule, well two. I wasn't aloud to speak at the dinner table, but I had to thank them for every meal.

I really don't know why they did this. "yep" my mom said as my dad just ignored me but was still listening. "Elizabeth your social media is lacking content we are having a photo shoot tonight for new pictures, I need your whole body covered and looking perfect by 7:00." My mother said as I nodded hiding my annoyance. I hate how she would never even offer to help me. I mean it takes like an hour at the minimum to cover up my cuts and bruises.

"Baby you really made some fine art" my mom giggled to my dad. She was referring to my bruises. I hated her. I hated my dad even more, but this disgusted me. "I have haven't I" he chuckled back.

They always made snarky comments like this, by now I should be used to it. But I wasn't it. I wanted everything to be over! Don't they understand I'm there daughter! That I'm not some object or dolly!

I have thought of running away before, but it's too risky. What if I failed? What if they caught me and nearly killed me? What if I was successful? So many questions ran through my head. I knew it would never work out though, so I just countdown the days till I am graduating.

Dinner eventually ended and we had our little photo shoot. It was so dumb! I put on fake smile and posed while they took these awful photos.

Once we were done I could finally go to bed! Every night I go to bed hoping something will change or that they'll say goodnight, or that I'll even wake up from this lifetime of a nightmare. But no. I know I'm stuck here and there's no way out. For now.

Jughead Jones
She is finally going to bed! It makes me happy to see her finally sleep after the day of torture. I can't even imagine what she feels like!

You're probably wondering how I am watching her all the way from New York. Long story short, while the coopers went on a mini vacation, I snuck into their house, and placed a tiny camera in Bettys room. It's almost invisible, and somewhere she would never look.

Sneaking into their house was quite easy. Riverdale is a small and safe town. Well on the north side. Anyways what I'm saying is the door was surprisingly locked, but Bettys window was open.

Now I sit here in my king sized bed watching her sleep. I need to get her out of there. I can tell she is on the edge of breaking as if she hasn't already, but still, I need to "save her". As weird as this makes me look let alone feel. I love her.

Everything about her. It's something unexplainable. But deep inside I know I love Betty cooper.

Thanks for reading this first part. I have no idea what this story is or where it will go, but leave a comment on how you feel and if this is like an interesting plot......♥️

published: April 18th 2021