Bughead & Sprousehart Oneshots

i love you.

tw!! in depth talk about self harm

betty cooper
it's been a month since jughead joined the serpents. i'm worried about him.

he barely sleeps, let alone eats. we haven't gone on a date since fred got out of the hospital.

he's just so focused on the serpent missions. he hasn't got any time for me. what if he's cheating?

my life recently has gone to shit without him. my dad is mia 24/7 and my mother is an alcoholic. archie's with his dad and veronica... i don't even know.

i've got to confront him about it. but how? he won't even look at me.

*text messages*
betts ; hey jug, how are you? :)

jug ; uh fine

betts ; do you want to go on a date tonight? my treat

jug ; sure i guess

betts ; okay.. what about 6?

jug ; i have a serpent meeting

betts ; oh... what about 8?

jug ; okay

*end*

maybe we can finally spend some quality time together. maybe i'll get my jughead back. the one who kissed my hands.

jughead jones
betty and i are what you could call dating, but jesus christ she has been so clingy lately.

why can't she just back off? all she does is cry and complain when i see her.

we're going to pops tonight. thats bound to go to shit.

betty has some real issues, she just needs to back up and give me space. ever since i joined the serpents she's been on my case.

betty cooper
it's currently 8pm, and jughead isn't here yet which isn't normal. he shows up a half hour before our dates even start.

*time jump*
it's 9 and he's still not here.. maybe he's stuck in a meeting. he'll show up eventually.

*text messages*
betts ; jug? are you coming?

read : 9:05pm

*end*

he left me on read? maybe it's just his phone.

*time jump*
it's 11 and he never showed up. i can't believe he would just leave me high and dry. this was a bad idea. all of it.

i sprint to my house to see my mother in the kitchen. great.

"betty? what are you doing home! where did you go!" she roars.

she's going to hit me again. i know it.

i stay silent with no answer and here it comes, the first swing of her fist pounds into my stomach, knocking the air out of me.

with her second swing, she shatters the beer bottle over my head, causing the glass shards to cover my head.

i feel empty inside. like nothing will ever get better.

she punches me for the 3rd and final time in the eye. that's bound to bruise.

"i hate you betty!" she slurs. her eyes droop as she stumbles over to the couch and passes out.

i grab a blanket from the cabinet and place it over her. she is still my mom.

i run upstairs and lock the door. after inspecting my injuries, i stare in the mirror at my reflection.