A Bughead story

Chapter 17

Bettys POV

I wake up to a alarm I know I didn't set. I felt pretty well rested and energized. I was a little uncomfortable because my arms,legs, stomach and breasts were irritated from scrubbing so hard I guess. I rolled out of bed and stretched out my legs. I stood up now and I walked down stairs my mom was sitting at the kitchen table reading a newspaper and I walked into the living room looking for Jughead. He was sitting on the couch on his phone. It looked as if he was scrolling through pictures. I was going to see what he was doing but he looked up and noticed I was there.

"Hey" he says quickly turning his phone off and putting it down. "What were you looking at?" I ask out of curiosity. "I- uhh just some pictures" he stutters. He cleared his throat. "How did you sleep last night?" He questioned and I replied "pretty well actually, last night did you go back to your house or did you sleep over here?" I asked him trying to make conversation. "I slept on the couch in the basement, I didn't want to go home" he says and my heart drops to my stomach. I was on high alert now. "Why didn't you want to go home?" I ask needing to know. Did something happen with Jug and Fp? "It's just a lot of drama and besides I wanted to be here in case you needed me here quickly." He says and looks down. He's insecure. I was going to comment on it but there was a knock on the door. Jughead looked up at me. "Mom were you expecting anybody?" I shout to her in the other room. "No nobody at all" he says and Jughead stands up. He moves himself in front  of me and looks through the peephole in the door. He looked back at me, half of him looked panicked and the other half looked relieved. My mom made her way over and pushed Jughead out of the way. She checked the peephole then opened the door. Sherif Anderson? Sherif Anderson walked through the door. "I didn't do anything" jughead steps back with his hands up by his head. I walked over near him. I could tell he was panicking, he was probably having flashbacks to when he was arrested. "Relax son, I just want to talk. Is that alright with you Mr. Jones?" she asked in a voice that I couldn't tell if she was annoyed or calm. Jughead stood there frozen. I was only a foot away from him now. "Jughead? She just wants to talk, you didn't do anything." I sat in a soft voice and he looks down at me. I couldn't help but feel bad for him.

Moments later we were all sitting at the kichen table. Jughead was nervously looking at the sherif. I was seated next to Jughead and I could tell he was bouncing his leg. "It's okay" I whispered quietly so only he could hear. My Mom was sitting directly across from me while the sherif was across from Jug. "Uhm-" sherif Anderson clears her voice breaking the silence.
"Where is your father? You'll probably want him here for this..." she says looking at my mom as if telling her Fp needs to be here. Jughead tried to speak but the words didn't come out. I asked the obvious question for him "why should Fp be here? Does he need to be here?" I ask in the nicest way possible. "Jughead would you like your father here?" She asked ignoring my questions. "Am I being arrested again?!" He stares at the wall behind sheriff Anderson. His voice so fragile. "No. You are not." She says plainly and Jughead immediately signs in relief. "Then no. I don't need my dad here." He says very relieved. "Jug are you sure?" I whisper and he nods. "Okay then. What can you tell me about John Patel?" She asks and I felt her eyes on me. Jugheads jaw visibly tensed. "He was a doctor who tried to rape Betty." He says coldly with ease and I flinch at the word "rape". It surely couldn't have been that serious. "What happened that morning Jughead?" She asked writing things in her notebook. My mom was quiet the whole time. "Uhm. I heard something horrible happened to Betty and I went to her hospital room and the door was shut and locked, I heard nosies. So I picked the lock with a paper clip Betty taught me how. When I opened the door he was... a- assaulting her." He lower his voice when he said the man was assaulting me.

"How? How was he assaulting her?" She asked and Jughead turned to me and covered my ears with his hands. "He was touching her breasts, he was making her feel his- thing through his pants" he whispered keeping his voice down. I saw sherif Anderson writing in her book. He uncovered my ears. "Betty did you consent? Or-" she started to talk before jughead shouted "She's 16 fucking years old! It doesn't fucking  matter if she consented! she's a minor and he's a pervert!" He shouted at her. My mom looks pleased for once. "I understand that you are upset. He is trying to press charges against you, Mr. Jones for assault. You leapt in and punched him correct?" She asked and Jug nodded. "I was just trying to help. I'm sorry." He was getting nervous again. "Don't even worry about it. He don't be able to sue you when he's behind bars in the next hour. He's not going to do anything. I'll go take care of this and I'll keep you posted." She says quickly dismissing herself.
"Betty I'm so sorry." Jughead says laying a hand on my back. "It must have been so horrible not being able to do anything when he did what he did to you." He says and i think to myself. The whole time I tried to imagine I was with jughead and not that creepy doctor. But it didn't work. I thought about the places on my body that he touched. I couldn't help myself from crying. I leaned towards Jughead the same time that he pulled me into his arms. He was comforting me. And I needed his comfort. "Everything will be alright." He whispered cautiously rubbing my arm. I allowed myself to cry but I kept it under control. My mom cleared her throat standing only 15 feet away. Jughead let go of me and I sat up. "Sorry Ms. Cooper." He apologized.
"Thank you." She says faking a smile. "So Betty what do you want to do for your 17th birthday? You could start planning your party because it's next week. Then you could have your party the weekend after." He suggested kindly and I nodded. My mom went downstairs, probably to do laundry. "I don't mean to burst your bubble or anything but I've already planned it. But I actually wanted to ask you something." I say and he nods. "Okay go on" he says in a longing voice. "I know that you talk to the school counselor, and I was wondering if you'd ask her if she had time to talk to me about everything that's happened in the last few months." I say in a quiet voice not sure how he would react. "Yes definitely, for sure." He says casually. "Thank you so much Jughead, this means a lot to me." I thank him wiping all the leftover tears away. "Happy to help" he says.