Together Forever - (Jughead x reader)

Chapter Twelve

    "Well, I think I need to go home..."
"Are you sure? You can always stay at my house-" I cut him off shaking my head.
"No, it's okay I'll have to face them soon enough."
      "Okay, well good luck." He gave me a quick hug and I was on my way. I walked all the way home thinking all the "what if"'s in the world.
        When I made it back home something felt strange, too strange.
       "Hello?" Walking around in the new house feeling even weirder due to me only being in it a couple times yet all my furniture sat around staring at me.
        Jogging up the steps everything seemed so eerily quiet. Slowly, I opened my parents bedrooms pale door. Nothing. I walked in further examining everything. I looked into their closet. Nothing. There's nothing, no clothes, no anything. All the boxes had been unpacked so there's no reason they should still be in them.
       Running into my room, i threw open my closet door to see an array of clothes unlike my parents. They're gone. It feels weird saying it, it also makes me think. Are they going to put up the house for sale and I'm going to be homeless? Either way, those murderers are out of my life.
          I know it's a little cold saying that but I wasn't up for the confrontation anyhow. Somehow I felt this coming. It'll hit me soon enough. I jumped into my bed and slept my demons away.

        I made it to school okay, still no contact and they also left my car with me so that's a plus. I didn't even feel like trying today so I put on my (f/b) t-shirt and, (f/c) skinny jeans. Classes were okay as well. Well, I mean minus me staring at the wall the whole time looking into nothingness.
          I walked outside with only an apple, sat at an empty table, gnawing at it, and reading Fahrenheit 451.
        "(Y/n)?" I slowly looked up still biting into my apple to see Jughead standing before me.
            "Hello jughead." Looking back down at my book I continued reading.
   "Ummm okay what's wrong with you." He booped my nose sitting down as I gave him a questioning glare.
      "Nothing, why ask?"
      "Because you called me jughead...."
       "Can I not call you jughead?" Giving me a sarcastic smile he sighed.
        "Just tell me what's wrong. Lay it on me." He threw back his arms as if I were going to shoot him. Damn Jug, making me smile even when I don't want to.
         "Fine." He quickly regained his composure and laid his hands on the table looking me right in the eye.
         "My parents kind of...left." I scrunched my face up in disgust as I said that. Guess it's hitting me now.
          "Left...?" He gave me a confused glare, and I sighed and rolled my eyes.
        "They took all their stuff and ran Jug." His face contorted into surprise and anger standing up.
         "They did what?" Throwing his hands on the table he looked at me in awe.
        "Shut up Jug! People are staring!" Looking around he saw the piercing glares of everyone around us. He slowly sat down, recollecting his thoughts.
         "We have to tell the police (y/n)..."

Sorry so late had family over, they made me depressed blah blah blah excuses.

     -Grace Lynn