From Hate To Love

Explanations

Betty's POV

I must admit that the fact that he sits next to my bed makes me uncomfortable. He tried to talk to me a few times, but it's a waste of time. I don't know what's gotten into me, I don't feel like I belong here at all. The only thing I want to regain is my memory, so I can continue to live my life as before.

- Hello, Miss Cooper. Start the doctor when he walks into my room, Mr. Jones, I thought I said visits were only accepted when she was ready, remember? He continued, frowning.

What? He disobeyed the doctor to come and see me? Why do I feel like he and I are two totally different people? At first glance, he looks the perfect badboy, am I really into him?

- Oh, yes, sorry. He said in an innocent tone.
- Elizabeth, I came to update you on your current condition, would you prefer that he leave the room? He asked referring to my "boyfriend".
- Hm... No, it's fine, he can stay if he wants. I guess... I don't mind him staying here next to me...

After all, we're a couple, right? I'll have to get used to his presence, or else tell him I want to break up. The second option would be a shame, I don't want to break his heart...

- Okay, so, he starts, you tried to kill yourself by swallowing a large amount of Modafinil, which is a pill to stay awake... Normally you would have already died, luckily your little- friend here found you and brought you here very quickly.

Oh my god... I can't believe it. I look discreetly towards my "boyfriend", who is next to me, his facial expression expresses sadness, I believe. He was the one who saved me, but why did I try to take my own life? Unwittingly, tears stream down my cheeks. It's unbelievable, I have no landmarks, I just have to continue to live my life without knowing my past?

- I'm really sorry, there's no way your memory will come back to you, but you're miraculously lucky to have survived. He said smiling. We believe that you were kidnapped by several people, then tortured for a few days or even a few full weeks, according to the wounds on your body. Also, you haven't eaten good food since then. The police intend to find the culprits and put them in prison, do not worry.

I heave a sigh of discouragement, and let out more tears. It's quite a shock... I feel a hand take mine gently, this time I let it.

- Fortunately, your condition is improving, you will be able to leave this evening. Blood tests prove to be positively beneficial to you. You are very strong, Elizabeth. Everything will be fine for the future, you need to rest well, eat well and drink plenty of water. As for your mother, we haven't been able to contact her yet... but your father will be here soon, you'll be living with him. Is it good for you?

Great, I'm going to have to live with my father, of whom I don't know anything about him. My mother is not reachable, I find it strange, is she the style of mother not present for her children? I have so many questions in my head, I won't have the answers anytime soon, I think. I nod "yes" to answer his question, I don't really have any other choice.

- If you have any questions, do not hesitate, and even when you are at home, you will have my card to contact me, he smiles at me.
- Thank you very much, Dr. Roberts. I said smiling slightly.

He smiles, then leaves the room after making sure I'm okay. I direct my gaze to the charming boy in the beanie.

- What's your name...? I asked after gathering my courage in both hands because I don't know why but I'm very nervous.

He smiles softly at me, has he noticed that I'm slightly nervous right now?

- Jughead, Jughead Jones. Yes I know, it's a strange first name... he laughs a little while looking at me.
- Yeah... is that your real name? I mean... were you born with that name or...? I said stuttering, I should shut up, oh god.

I see a small smirk forming on his face when he sees me stuttering... Ugh.

- My name is Forsythe Pendleton Jones, the third, but I prefer Jughead. I smile a little, nodding my head.

Then I look away, sighing a little, I can't help but think back to everything the doctor told me...

- Hey... starts Jughead stroking my hand, don't worry, it's going to be fine, he ends kissing the top of my head.

Uhhh... I can't get used to all these affectionate gestures, it actually makes me uncomfortable...

Jughead's POV

I'm not blind, I can see she's not comfortable with me trying to comfort her... I feel so bad, above all when I witnessed the moment the doctor said everything she went through. Damn, I'm the dumbest guy on earth.

I promise myself to do things right from now on, especially with her. I have to protect her, make her feel safe around me, not constantly nervous and suspicious. I plan to be a good person, and try to forget about all this revenge shit between rival clans, the Coopers and the Joneses. Sounds like a good idea, I'll keep my promise, I'll take care of you, Betty Cooper.