❝I don't know what you went through, and I know we aren't going to go back to where we were for a long time, maybe even ever. But if I knew that you were about to go through the worst time of your life, I wouldn't have left. I swear.❞
Catherine Bell...
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↳ Friday Night
Nov. 11th ↵
My hand was on the doorknob, but I couldn't find the strength to turn it. I was shaking, not knowing what to do.
The door knocked again.
"Come on, babe! I'm drenched out here!" He complained, muffled through the wooden entrance.
I bit my lower lip and finally opened the door. He pushed his way inside, dripping with water. He tracked it all the way to the living room without a greeting or an apology. I watched from behind him as he roughly shook his Serpent jacket, getting more of the water off. It was a mess, but nothing compared to what was about to come.
"Derek?" I softly called, trying to push through the lump in my throat.
He turned to me. "Yeah?"
I cleared my throat, trying to not cry. "We need to talk."
He looked worried and took a step towards me, but I took a step back. He quickly stopped, waiting for me to speak.
I looked at him dead in the eyes and said "I know what you've done. I know about you beating Jason Blossom. I know about you hurting one of my best friends, Kevin. I even know about you robbing that corner store."
The whole mood changed from concerned to defensive.
"Well, I'm a serpent! What do you expect?" He threw his hands in the air.
I shook my head, walking closer to the living room. I pulled up my sleeves and placed my hands on my head, still shaking it. "I don't know what I expected from you."
He just stared at me, waiting for me to speak. I looked at him again, now crying a little. "You don't just hurt people, Derek. What did Kevin ever do to you? What did Jason-"
"How about you mind your own goddamn business," he stepped closer to me.
"You are my business!" I raised my voice.
"No! I'm not!" He shouted, loud enough to rupture my heart. I pulled out my phone and turned around. I quickly texted Jughead.
Me: help
I tucked my phone away and turned to see him look at me, anger in his eyes. He knew exactly what was coming.
"Why isn't it my business then?" I asked.
"You'll get hurt if you keep that kind of shit up, Catherine. You're always digging your nose into stuff you shouldn't, like my life," he scolded, walking closer.
