A Bughead story

Chapter 20

Jugheads POV

"Jughead! Wake up!" I was shook awake. When I opened my eyes bettys face was frantic. "Betty? What's wrong?!" I ask jolting up. "I hear something downstairs." She says in a quiet voice and I immediately get up to go check it out. "What are you doing?" She asks and I can tell she's scared. "I'm going to check it out" I say quietly and then I hear a crash come from downstairs. "I'm coming with you" Betty says and I walk out the door. we carefully creep down the stairs and I can't see anything. The street lights from outside shined some light in but not very much. I turn around the corner and into the kitchen. I hear Somone rummaging around so I reach my hand out to the light switch and jump out before they could run. "What the hell?!" I yell when I see my dad in the kitchen. "Jug, who is it?" Bettys sweet voice asks while stepping forward then gasping. "I swear if your drunk ass woke jellybean or Alice up then your screwed." I speak sternly to him. "Wait how did you even get in? The doors are locked?" She asked in a sleepy tired voice. Fp laughed. "I have the keys from the time when we first met, remember?" He slurs and I want to punch his ass. He's wasted. Betty looks at me concerned. Betty walks towards him and pours him a glass of water. "Drink it" she orders and he scoffs. "I'm not thirsty" he replies and within seconds Bettys pours the glass of water on his head. "Fp, you can sleep in the basement for tonight because I am tired and I can't deal with you right now." She says and I relate to it. "Okay. Sounds good" Fp says and stumbles towards the basement. Betty and I stay behind in the kitchen. "Jug- I'm so sorry about him being in that state-" she starts to apologize but I stop her. "There's nothing you need to be sorry about. You didn't do anything" I say slowly as I'm tired. "I'm just sorry for you I guess" she says and looks scared and hurt. I hurt her when I said I slept with that girl although I didn't. I just wanted a reaction from Betty. "Let's go back to bed?" I suggested and she nodded. I turned the lights off and went upstairs into Bettys room. "I'm sorry for waking you up I should have just checked it out myself" Betty says as we climb back into her bed. "It was a good thing you woke me up. I want you to be safe" I explain to her while cuddling her. "I'll never be safe Jughead, we live in riverdale." She half laughs and she was right. Riverdale is unsafe. "I know but I'll keep you safe" I promise her unsure if I'll keep my promise. She don't respond. Moments later I heard a cute snore fall from her full lips. I close my own eyes and drift off to sleep.

I wake up before Betty and the lovely morning light is shining through the window. I admire how beautiful Betty looks. Her messy bun and her raised cheekbones. Her full lips and small nose. She's absolutely stunning and I can't believe that she's mine. I really need to sort things out with my dad and my life because if I don't then I know it will mess up my relationship with Betty and she won't be mine much longer. But I don't want to think about that. I want to get up and check on jellybean to make sure my dad didn't kidnap her last night. Last night was embarrassing. I'm ashamed of Fp and that he is my father. I'm ashamed of my mother and how she abandoned me and now he's hiding because both of my parents tried to frame her fake murder on me. It's absurd. I check what time it is on my new phone which was Bettys old phone. She's so generous. It's only 7:00 AM so I still have time to admire her. "Jughead!" I hear someone whisper yell. I turn my head and I see Alice waving me over. I quickly get up and follow her. We stand in the hallway outside of Bettys room. "Ms. Cooper if this is about Fp, Betty and I caught him in the kitchen this morning so we sent him in the basement to deal with later." I explain and she looks confused and concerned at the same time. "That's not what I was going to ask but I guess it's fine." she paused and then looks as if she's studying me. "Jughead did you knock my daughter up last night? I heard her shout at you a few times" she defends her accusation. I want to laugh but I keep straight. "No, you told us not to and it wouldn't be good for our relationship right now" I tell her honestly and she looks relieved. She sighs. "Thank you jughead. Your more responsible then I made you out to be. I'm glad that you can recognize what's good and bad for your relationship" she says and I nod. She sends me back off to Bettys room but instead I make my way to the guest room to check on Jellybean. I crack the door open and I see her still asleep. I feel like weight has just been lifted off my shoulders. I also feel the need to check on Fp. I stop myself because he's a grown man who can take care of himself. But then I think about jellybean and how she doesn't need an absent father like I had. I go down the stairs and head towards the basement. It reeks down here of alcohol. He's passed out on the couch. It's a sorry sight. A few days ago he was a normal father but now, now he's a drunk who couldn't give two shits less about his family. I can't stand it. I'm his son. His blood. Hell we even share the same name and it's as if I never knew him. He's jobless. I'm not even sure how he pays the bills and I'm not sure I want to know. I turn around and go back to Bettys room because I want to be there when she wakes up. I walk in and I see her slowly waking up. She battles to wake up but when she opens her eyes a smile is painted across her face. I slowly walk up to her. "Your here" she says peacefully but it made me wonder if she was expecting me not to be here. "Of course I am." I smile back at her climbing into bed with her again. She moves over and lays on my chest. I love this moment. Her pure beauty amazes me every time. I debate whether to bring up last night but decide against it quickly. I wrap one arm around Betty and the other plays with her hair and caresses her cheek. "Are you staying today? You know you can if you want. It's Saturday." She hums against my chest and as much as I want to stay I know I can't because I have to take my family home and deal with them and talk with Fp. Maybe it would be Betty just to leave jellybean here so then she doesn't have to hear anything. "I think I need to go home" I hint after a moment of thinking. "Get my house in order.'' I add after her disappointment. Betty nods. "Whatever you need. I think I'm going to talk to Archie and figure out what his problem is" she informs me and I do not whatsoever like this idea. If Archie wants to be an asshole let him. It's his problem. But I know I can not say that because I'm supposed to be supportive so instead I nod and tell her it's a good idea. "I think that you'll really love the new car you mom got you." I say trying to excite her because she's getting it today. "Oh really? I bet I will" she says in her still sleepy voice. Betty and I laid with each other for a few more minutes until we decided to go down stairs as her new car would arrive soon. We make our day down stairs and I see Jellybean is watching Saturday morning cartoons. She pays no mind to us being there. No sooner than we see jellybean we all hear a thud in the basement where Fp is. Betty noticeably sighs and I do to. My hand snakes around her waist as a habit of wanting to protect her. We both slowly walk towards the basement we see Fp laying on the floor grunting. If he weren't grunting I'd of thought he was dead. I stop and just look at him. I open my mouth but Betty try's to stop me as she knows what I'd say wouldn't be good. I gently pull her hand away and step up. "What the hell is your problem? Why are you drunk and laying on the floor?" I ask clearly irritated. This behavior he's displaying is exhausting. He grumbled something I couldn't understand and I quickly went upstairs and grabbed a glass of water I rush down the stairs and throw it on him. "Ahhh" is what I interpreted him saying. "There's no way your still this fucking drunk! Damn it! I mean-" I began yelling and screaming at him until Betty cut in and says "Jug why don't you step back? Calm down?" She says in a soft voice and I oblige. I go back upstairs and attempt to recollect myself.