My Love

Chapter Three

The next morning we woke to find that FP came home and left a note for Jug.

Hey kid,

I'm sorry I've been mean to you. I'm going to a rehab facility to become sober. And I'm also sorry about hitting Y/n. Neither of you deserve it.

I love you son, hope to see you come visit me. I'm goin to the Riverdale Rehab Center.

                                       Love, your dad,
                                                       FP

Jug and I were shocked that he decided to get help. We hung to note on the fridge. We had gotten dressed before coming out of the room.

"Hey, I'm gonna go get some things from my house. But I need a ride. Can you drop me off?" I ask him, in a sweet soft tone.

"Yeah, after I drop you off I gotta go to work. Here's the spare key to the trailer and here's the spare key to the storage unit." He hands me two keys on a key ring.

"Okay, well let's get goin." I say, and walk out the door.

He starts up his motorcycle, puts a helmet on. And hands me the other one. I made him start wearing helmets after he almost got into and accident.

He drove me home and then drove off for work. When I walked in the house, my aunts, uncles, and cousin's on both sides of the family were in there. I didn't notice my brother standing to my right because he was behind the door when I opened it.

"Where have you been?" He asked, in a worried tone.

"Holy guacamole, you scared the hell outta me. I was at Jughead's." I say, with a hand over my heart to attempt to calm it.

"Do you know that mom and dad are dead?" He asked, angrily. He never liked Jughead. He always thought he'd bring me down.

"Yes, the other day the school called me into the office." I say, in defense.

"Oh, so you know our parents are dead and yet you're off with your stupid fucking boyfriend doing God knows what!" He yells, drawing closer to me.

Asher and I never got along. Even as kids. And especially when it comes to love interests.

"This is why I didn't want to come home. I knew you'd be here ridiculing me for getting comfort from my boyfriend of six years." I say back, angrily. I don't shout like he does. I've never been one to yell.

I run past him and everyone and head to my room. Once I'm there I lock the door behind me. I started packing my suitcase and the totes that I had hidden in my closet. They were empty, other than the newspaper in them so I can wrap my breakable items in it.

"Y/n, open your Goddamn door. Now!" Asher yells from outside my door.

"No, you don't need to come in." I say back.

I know that if I unlock my door and let him in he's going to strike. My parents never believed me that Asher hit me.

"Y/n! Open the fucking door before I kick it down" he says, really mad now.

"No, you can't do that anyway." I say, I don't care if he can or can't. All I care about is moving away from him.

I'm glad he doesn't know where Jughead lives, he'd probably try and kill him for being with me.

He does kick the door down, thankfully by then I have all my breakables packed and hidden into the closet. He marched over to me and punched my face. I fell to the ground and put my hand over my cheek.