Bughead 💘 | Wattys2017

Chapter 4

I had another nightmare. It was about Polly and her baby. They were starving on the streets, begging for food. My parents walked past them in disgust, the Blossoms walked past them in disgust. I was there, but I couldn't move yet again. I screamed out her name, but Polly couldn't hear me. I cried and I wept and I dropped to the floor. I couldn't stand to see my sister like this. Then, my worst nightmare happened. Both my parents and the Blossoms approached Polly woth knives. I couldn't watch, so I bolted awake instead. I woke up in a sweat, breathing heavily, yet again. I wept and I wept. I eventually noticed that Jughead's arms were wrapped around me, my head lying on his chest. He was always there to comfort me from my nightmares.

"Shhhh. Bets, it's okay," he whispered softly. "Whatever you dreamt about, it wasn't real."

"Why do I keep having these awful dreams? Where I can't protect Polly?" I cried. "T-t-this time... both my parents and the Blossoms stabbed her to death. And I just stood there, Jughead. I just... I just stood there. I was helpless and couldn't do anything." Jughead started rubbing my back in small circles.

"Shh. That's not true. It's not real. You're going to be able to help Polly." He replied.

"But how Jughead?" I sat up and wiped my own tears away. "How? I don't have a job. I can't support her in any way." I burst back into tears. Jughead gently lifted my chin up, so that I was looking him in the eyes.

"You can help her and you will. You're Betty freaking Cooper, and she's not a quitter. Especially when it comes to helping others, especially if it's helping her own sister." He softly kissed my forehead. He then got out of bed, stretched, and put on a tshirt. His black curls were all over the place. Why was he so handsome, even after just waking up?

"Thanks Juggie," I said, as I tried to compose myself. I curled back into bed and pulled the covers up to my neck.

"I'm always going to be here for you, Bets. I'm going to help you and Polly too. We're both going to get those jobs at Pop's, ok?" He grinned. I looked at him, baffled.

"But... I thought you said you couldn't because your tab was too large?" I questioned him.

"Well," Jughead looked at the floor. "I'd do anything for you Betty Cooper. Even if it means paying off my tab." He looked at me and smiled.

"You're sweet," I said, as I turned over in the bed.

"Umm... so did your parents ever come back last night? Because it's about 8:00a.m." He said, as he was putting his jeans on. He then reached for his hat and jeans jacket. I slowly got out of bed.

"Ya know, I have no idea," I walked over to my dresser, still in my tshirt and pajama bottoms, to check my phone. Still no texts. "That's weird. I haven't heard from them in awhile. Let me check out of the room." I cautiously walked over to my bedroom door, unlocked it, and peeked out. It was as silent as a horror movie right before something jumps out at you. I opened the door further and saw my parents bedroom was open, but no one was there. "Mom? Dad?" No response. So I headed down the stairs. Empty living room, empty kitchen. No cars were in the garage. "Yeah, Juggie, I don't think that they ever came home," I yelled. He came running down the stairs.

"That's weird. Not that I like your parents, but do you think that they're ok? Like should you call them?" Jughead said, with a quizzical look written on his face. I nodded.

I picked up my phone to call them, but as soon as I did, they bolted through the front door. With Polly.

"Polly? Is everything okay?" I rushed over.

"No! Your whore of a sister ran away from the facility." Mother scowled, her hand tight around Polly's arm. Polly had tears streaming down her cheeks. Dad just stood there, arms crossed, as if he were a security guard.