A Bughead story

Chapter 1

He left me out in the middle of the street crying for him to stay and not to leave me. "Jughead! You can't do this, please I'm sorry! Don't leave!" I said walking with him when he was getting on his motorbike. "Jughead we can fix this! Please just don't leave." I managed to say through my tears. He started his bike and almost started to leave but before he did I grabbed onto his backpack and was pulling it backwards because I knew he wouldn't leave if I was still holding onto it because he wouldn't hurt me. "Betty, let me go." Jughead said softly. "No! Jughead just stay we can fix it."
"Betty you can't fix someone who doesn't want to be fixed." He said. I felt like I had just been stabbed in the stomach with a dirty knife. "Betty just let me be free, you have me trapped. I jut need to be free" He couldn't even look at me. I had given up on not crying, my cheeks were stained with hot tears at this point and the tears just kept on rpolling down my face. I sobbed. "I'm sorry Betty, I don't love you anymore." That was it I let go. He revved the engine. And sped out the garage onto the street I chased after him. Crying in the middle of the road while it was raining. "Jug..." my voice broke. I held my stomach and crouched over a little bit.I felt like getting sick. My blonde curled hair was now straightened by the rain. I watched as he drove off. He never looked back. I stood there for hours processing what happened and waiting for him to come back. He didn't.

Jugheads POV

"Jughead! You can't do this, please I'm sorry! Don't leave!" Betty said while following me when I got onto my motorbike. "Jughead we can fix this! Please just don't leave." She was crying and it pains me to see her cry. I can't do this. I wanted to reach over and wipe her tears away but I can't. I stated my bike and tried to leave but then she grabbed onto my backpack. Shit. If I leave now while she is holding onto the backpack she's gonna fall down or get dragged across the road. "Betty, let me go." I say much more calm than I actually am. "No! Jughead just stay we can fix it." Her voice is full of sadness. I hate this so much I don't want to make her sad or hate me but have to or she won't let me leave. I don't know what to say but I need her to let me leave. I memorize her face and the way it moves every time I say something terrible. Time is slower than ever. These moments will aways replay in my head of how I hurt the person I love most in the world so badly.
"Betty you can't fix someone who doesn't want to be fixed." I say hoping that my voice sounded as emotionless as I intended it to. This is hell, breaking the woman I love more than life's heart. She still won't let me leave so I have to set a bombshell off. It's the only way. "Betty just let me be free, you have me trapped. I jut need to be free" I can't even look at her anymore. I can't even imagine how she feels. The tears were just rolling down her bright pink face, her cheeks were stained with tears that I caused to fall. She still didn't let me go. I can't. I have to leave now or I'll just come back. "I'm sorry Betty, I don't love you anymore." She looked at me like The monster I've become. I sounded cold and detached like it was no big deal I was telling Betty this. I didn't mean it. But I had to say it. She automatically let go of my backpack. I started the motorbike and sped out of the garage and onto the street. The streets were slippery due to the rain but that's the least of my worries. I didn't look back, I just couldn't. Even if I wanted to I can't she probably hates me now. I want to on go back there and hug her and tell her I'm sorry, that I love her. I turn onto the next street not knowing where I was going. I finally let the hot tears fall down my cheek.