JugHead x Reader

I Should Have Been There

Word Count: 1300

A/N: This was requested by -sardonicjughead and I'm hoping this is alright, I wrote this at school lol. Enjoy some more angst my friends! Much love!

"You wouldn't believe the day I've had!" Y/N exclaimed, walking into Archie's bedroom where Jughead was playing video games. Jughead looked over to his girlfriend and rolled his eyes, he knew what was coming.

"I guess I'll leave you two be." Archie said, exiting from the game him and Jughead were playing and standing up. "No fooling around on my bed." He teased as he left.

"Are you okay?" Y/N asked, looking over at Jughead who looked super pissed off.

"I'm fine." He huffed, seating himself on Archie's bed and pulling out his phone, he needed something to distract him from what was to come.

"Are you sure?" she asked tenderly, walking towards him.

"I said I'm fine!" he snapped, and Y/N stood stunned for a second.

"Okay, I'm sorry for asking." She whispered, sitting on his bed. "Well anyways, I'm not going home ever again." she said, and Jughead just shook his head.

"Why not?" he asked, not really listening to Y/N at all.

"My dad, he's such an ass. He was drinking last night, heavily as you would imagine because when is he not-anyways, after I came home from Pops last night I found him passed out on the couch surrounded by beer cans and bottles. After I put my stuff upstairs I came back down and started to pick up the cans and bottles because I didn't want our house to start to smell like a liquor store like it usually does. I mean I spent this whole weekend shampooing the carpet to get the beer and liquor smell out, the whole weekend! Anyways as I was picking it up, he woke up and started drunkenly screaming at me, telling me that I needed 'to leave his shit alone' and 'if I thought for a second I could steal his alcohol and get away with it, I was out of my damn mind'." Y/N ranted, grabbing Jugheads pillow from the top of his bed and placing it in her lap, squeezing it. Jughead scrolled on his phone, opening a game and started to play.

"I told him I wasn't trying to take his alcohol, and that I was only trying to pick up. I made up the excuse that I didn't want him to step on an aluminum can and slice open his foot, or slip on a glass bottle and hit his head, although at this point I could care less if it happened." She scoffed, and then paused. Her face fell slightly, and she sighed. "Okay I would care a little bit, I mean he is my dad for fucks sake but he is such an ass that I wouldn't feel too bad about it." Jughead nodded his head, trying to make it seem like he was listening and agreeing, although he had no idea what was being said.

"Yeah, I bet." He murmured mindlessly.

"Anyways, I stood up after I had about an arms-full of cans and took them to the recycling bin out in the garage, and when I came in I started to reach for more bottles and cans, but he pushed me over, and I fell on a glass bottle, that just happened to shatter when I landed on it and I cut my arm and had to have Betty and Veronica pull broken glass out of my arm for about an hour." She rolled up the sleeves of a green sweater she 'borrowed' from Jughead, and revealed a large bandage running the whole length of her forearm. Again, Jughead just nodded and pretended to agree.

"Yeah, I totally understand." He muttered, and Y/N looked at him, noticing he was playing a game on his phone.

"Are you even listening to me Jughead?" she asked, and she saw his face harden a little.

"Yeah." He replied, and she stood up from his bed.

"What did I just say happened to me then?" she asked, placing a hand on her hip. Jughead threw his phone on the bed and looked up at Y/N.

"I don't know, probably the same shit that you always complain about. 'oh Jughead, my dad drinks all the time and he is such an ass.' "He mocked her, trying his best to mimic her voice. " 'Oh Jughead, I don't know where my mom is, she hasn't returned my calls in days and I'm worried, I miss her so much.' I get it Y/N, you have a shitty home life, but guess what, so do I. All you do is complain about it and I'm tired of listening." He erupted, and Y/N backed away slowly.

"You're an ass, Jughead Jones." She spat, tears welling in her eyes. "You forgot to mimic the part where he pushed me down, causing me to cut my arm open and left me bleeding, he didn't even care." Jugheads face softened, and worry started to replace his anger. "But that's okay, your game was more important. I guess I forgot to add the part where the only reason I'm alive right now is probably because Veronica and Betty came to my house because I left my math text book at Pops, and they wanted to return it. But when nobody answered, they came in and found me in the kitchen, where I had passed out because I don't do well at the sight of blood, and as you now know my arm was heavily bleeding." She said, shoving the sleeve up again and taking off the bandages.

"I am so sorry, Y/N." Jughead started, trying to hug the girl but she pushed him away with her good arm and showed him the wound.

"They took me to the ER where I got this stitched, and they called the police on my dad. He's in jail now, just so you know. And I'm staying with Veronica so I don't end up on the streets, but let me guess, you don't care about that, do you?" she angrily asked, wrapping her wound back up.

"Y/N-"

"Look, I'm sorry I come to you and rant about my family. But it's because you're my boyfriend, and I thought I could come to you with things like this. I felt comfortable opening-up to you, you were the only one to know of my family problems until last night. I was forced to tell Betty and Veronica because of what happened. Did you notice I called you last night?" she asked, and Jughead hung his head low. He had ignored the call, thinking it was because she wanted to come over and rant.

"I'm going to take that as a yes." She said. "I was calling you for help, but you didn't even answer, you didn't even return it, or at least text me. What the hell!" she yelled. Archie bust into the room, looking between the two of them.

"Whats going on?" he asked, and Y/N turned to face him, wiping tears from her eyes.

"Nothing, Arch, I was just leaving." She whispered, trying to push past him. He grabbed her bad arm and she yelped in pain.

"Oh my-fuck Y/N, I am so sorry. Are you okay?" he quickly asked, pulling his hand away. She shook her head, tears flowing freely now because of the pain of her arm and the paint that her boyfriend was avoiding her.

"I'm fine, goodbye boys." She said, hurrying out of the house. Archie and Jughead stayed silent until they heard the front door slam, and Jughead angrily threw his beanie to the wall.

"Fuck! I'm such an ass!" he yelled, and Archie looked at him worriedly.

"What the hell just happened?" he asked, and Jughead sat on the bed, shaking his head.

"I fucked up big time, I just might have lost the best thing to ever happen to me"