Best Friends? ~A Bughead Story~

♡ ︎𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐹𝑖𝑣𝑒 ♡︎

*13 years old*

Betty POV

It's been about one year since Edgar started doing all that stuff to me and the sad part is he is still doing it, but it's only gotten worse. He has started telling me that I'm fat, ugly, and not worth anything. These words hurt me a lot and I tried not to let them get to me, but they definitely did. I have started starving myself and it's going well. I was 130 pounds 2 months ago and now I am 94. My mom nor Jughead know or are aware I am doing this to myself and I hope it stays that way. It's the beginning of June and summer just started. My biggest problem right now is that mom always goes on a summer trip from June 1st- July 31st. I know this doesn't seem like a big deal, but I would normally go to Jug's and stay there. Except, this year, she wants me to stay with Edgar. I feel like I should get over this whole fear, but I can't. It just gets worse and worse. Mom has just left for her trip and Edgar will be over here in 5 minutes. I go up to my room and I get a text message.

Edgar🙄🥱- All your clothes better be off and the handcuffs on the counter by the time I get there.

I was done with this. He isn't my dad so he can't tell me to do anything. I sat on my bed going through my phone when I heard the front door slam. I then heard foot steps stomping on the stairs and I started to worry about what I have done. I should have listened to him. "Why aren't you listening to me?!?!?!?!" Edgar screamed as he ran through my door. "I don't have to listen to you, you ass!!" I screamed at him. I saw the angriest look in his eyes and I immediately regretted what I said. This is the angriest I have ever seen him look. Shit! What have I done.

TW ⚠️R@pe and Abuse⚠️

He came up to me and punched me harder than he ever has before. I'm honestly surprised that I wasn't knocked out, but I guarantee I'm going to have a really bad black eye. He picked me up, took me out of my bedroom, and literally threw me down the stairs. I just kept tumbling and I felt my foot snap. "Owwww!" I screamed in pain. "Be quiet or it will only get worse for you." He screamed again as he picked me up and threw me on the table. He cuffed my arms and legs to the chairs like he did the first time and it hurt my foot really bad. He hasn't gone this far since the first time. "I know you remember the first time. You remember what that felt like? Now imagine 10 times that pain because that's what's about to happen." He said to me with a way too angry tone. He punched my ribs which you could practically see because of me starving myself. I felt at least 2 of them snap and it hurt so bad, but I knew I couldn't scream or else it would only be worse. He did the same thing he did the first time with the knife and my clothes, but this time, he carved his name into my arm to prove to me that I'm under his control. It was the worse pain I have ever felt. It was even more painful than when he raped me. I knew I was in for trouble now. He went and grabbed a lighter out of the kitchen drawer, grabbed a cloth off the counter, and walked towards me. He pulled back the trigger and the lighter turned on. "This is what you get for disobeying me!" He yelled as he stuffed the cloth in my mouth and put the fire from the lighter on my stomach. I screamed so much because this hurt like hell. This is the most pain I have EVER been in. My screams were muffled by the cloth so no one could hear me. As another punishment, he started to rape me as well as burn me. He raped me and burned me for about 20 minutes. My skin was bright red and felt like it was on fire. He left lots of burn marks on my stomach and arms. I never realized how bad things were going to get until they got there. After about another minute I heard the door break down.

End of TW⚠️

A bunch of police officers, including head sheriff which is FP, ran into my house. One of the women uncuffed me, grabbed a blanket, wrapped it around me, and carried me outside to the ambulance. They immediately took me to the hospital and I realized that Jug was in the back of the ambulance with me. "Jug?" I said, out of breath. "Shhh. Don't waste your breath Betts." He said quietly as he hugged me. We got to the hospital and they immediately took me into a room. That is the last thing I remember. I woke up and my whole body ached. I saw my mom, Jug, FP, Gladys, and JB sitting in front of me. "Guys?" I said as I tried to sit up, wincing in pain. "Hey, hey. Lay back down, I will get a doctor." My mom said as she went to get a doctor. Juggie was kneeling on the floor next to the bed, holding my hand and JB, FP, and Gladys were sitting on the couch. The doctor came back in and started to explain everything. "This might take a bit to explain. So, you have 4 broken ribs, a broken ankle, 2nd degree burns from your shoulders to you hips, anorexia, depression, anxiety, and I'm so sorry to say this, but it is a very small possibility you will be able to have children in the future." She then left the room and I was balling my eyes out. This is this worst thing to ever happen to me...