⚠️Chapter 7- Nothings Going On At Home⚠️

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April 29, 2015 12:32 pm
Jughead POV

I open my eyes and see a bright white light. Damn, I thought I was going to hell. Then my eyes focus on a light fixture. Fuck...I was wrong I am in hell.

"Jug hey," My dad says.

"I'm sorry," I say

"Jug we'll talk later okay"

"Okay, what day is it?"I ask.

"It's April 29"

"I've been out for almost two days?"

"No you've been in and out of it," he says and brushes my hair back.

"I'm starving" I sigh.

"Well, I don't know if you can eat right now since they pumped your stomach. But let's get the doctor okay" he says and presses a button.

April 29, 2015        1:27 pm

My dad left to go get something from Pop's. A lady walks into my room.

"Hello, I'm Ms. Weiss. I'm here to talk to you an—"

She's probably here to ask if my parents are hurting me "Nothings going on at home"

"But it's protocol," she says and sits down.

"Okay go ahead" I sigh and she starts asking questions. Most of the answers are no.

"Do you live with both of your parents"

"What does that have to do with anything"

"It's just a question we ask," she says. I can tell she's getting a little annoyed. I guess I'm doing my job.

"No my mom left a while ago," I say.

"Okay I'll go talk with your dad okay," she says and I nod. She leaves the room.

She's probably gonna tell him I need therapy. I already knew that.

The door opens and a stressed-out-looking Betty walks in. She lets out a sigh. Of relief? But then she sobs.

"Why'd you do that!" She says and walks over to me. She hugs me tightly.

"Betty..."

She pulls away "You tried to leave me. You tried to leave us. What the hell? You wanted our child to grow up without a father. Why'd you do it? Why didn't you come to talk to me?" She sobs.

"Cause Charles said that you hated me. And that...that you wanted me dead. Betty, I'm so sorry"

"Charles seriously? Don't believe anything that comes out of his fucking mouth. I want you alive Jug okay. Everyone does. I also don't hate you alright" She hugs me.

"I'm sorry," I say and she wipes the tears off my face.

"It's okay Jug, but why didn't you tell me?"

"I-I was scared that maybe...it was true," I say.

"Jug I could never do that. But I know things are messed up and are kinda awkward. But I want us to be able to talk to each other. Come to each other if we have a problem. Cause for the next eighteen years we're stuck with each other." She says.

"Okay," I say.

"Pinky promise me," she says and holds up her pinky. I lift my arm and wince. Her eyes widen.

"Fuck I'm sorry," she says.

"It's fine" I lift my arm and hold out my pinky. She links our pinky's and smiles.

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