Broken // Bughead

Chapter 4

AN: Omg thank you all so much for 200 reads, honestly I'm so thankful I literally thought this would get like 3 reads so THANK YOU!! Okay now on with the story...

Jughead POV:

I am falling all the way through nothingness. All the rules and regulations of reality have been shattered into oblivion. This feels like I'm finally gone. But chaos surrounds me. Every inch of my being is surrounded by hate and guilt. I can't move and my limbs are strapped down to a cool, metal sheet. Then I am gone, into a dream world, based off of fortune, misfortune and luck.

  A shriek of laughter awakens me, making my eyes slowly open, but at first the world around me is a blur. Slowly, the world focuses. The leaves of trees slowly drift to the ground, and I breathe in the scent of freshly cut grass. Rising to my feet, I notice a little raven haired boy, wearing a black beanie that resembles a crown, laughing and running and playing with a blonde little angel. The angel has long, silky hair pulled up into a perfect high pony tail. Her green eyes glisten with life as she is blissfully unaware of the raven haired boy take in her beauty. Behind them, sits a trailer, a sort of -menacing- feel to it. It towers high above the children, who are, obviously, oblivious to it. It seemed, though, that in that moment, everything for the children was perfect. Until disaster struck.

  A yell. A crash. A scream of, "That's it, I want a divorce. FP I swear to god if you mistreat him I'll kill you". The moment was destroyed. The children looked around in fear, as a crying woman thundered out of the door, bag in one hand, an even littler raven haired girl in the other. She marched over to the raven haired boy, completely ignoring the little blonde girl and said, "Jughead, I'll be laving for a while. Your father should be able to take care of you, but if it all gets too much, don't hesitate to join Jellybean and I in Toledo. I love you." She looked to the blonde girl now, "Take care of him Betty. You mean more to him than you can imagine. Call me if you think something is going on". "I will Mrs Jones," she answered in a somewhat confused tone. Then she left, leaving everything behind. It was just like a scene from a movie, the moment just before the sad music plays and it starts raining. It's always at the start, that scene, except in this instant, it was the end. Or the beginning of the end.

AN: Okay so this chapter is short, but I felt like it was a good time to end it. BUT -- I will be updating way more frequently this next week, as it's a school holiday. So there may be another chapter really soon. Okay bye.