Bughead Oneshots // Compilation

"Betty, I still love you."

Song: "Technicolor Beat" by Oh Wonder

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Trigger Warning: Mentions of Rape, Cussing, and mentions of Suicidal attempts ahead.

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You are not ready for this one.

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|| B. COOPER ||

"Get the hell off me!"I screamed, pushing him off of me. I never realized how much of a monster he is up until today, and now that I've seen how much of a douche he is, the only thought running through my head is about how stupid I am for even thinking that he is the guy for me.

I jumped to my feet, getting off of the bed, ready to run to wherever my feet could take me.

Feet don't fail me now.

"What the fúck are you talking about?"He yelled at me, standing up to his feet to chase after me, grabbing hold of my wrist before I was able to swing the door open. "You're running away from me? You bîtch!"His voice was ringing in my head as he dragged me back to the bed, throwing me down on the mattress.

He pinned me down, both hands cuffing my wrists above my head, his body pressed on mine, his face inches from me. A devious smirk was plastered on his face as he then leaned down, closing the remaining space in between, planting his lips on my neck where he started to trail rough kisses and bite all over.

I wanted to let out a scream, but it's as if my lips were sealed shut. I started to cry, tears welling up my eyes, soft sobs starting to fill up the room, besides his constant moaning and grunting. I closed my eyes, not knowing what else to do but wish for it all to end.

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My body shook violently, completely bare under the sheets. It was dead silent—I've given up my sobs hours ago although the tears haven't stopped yet. I didn't know what to do anymore, I'll most likely be locked up in this dreadful place for the remaining days of my life. With the way he's treating me, I'll surely die.

I clutched the blanket closer to my body, a desperate attempt to keep myself warm. The windows were frosted, since winter drew near. I'd often look out of the window and watch our neighbors leave their houses, either with smiles or frowns on their faces. I stepped foot out of this hellhole in two months, maybe even three. I've lost count of how many days I've been here, but it's long enough for me to forget what it's like in the world outside his play room.

When I heard a car engine start, I immediately bolted straight out of the bed, covering myself with a blanket as I walked towards the window. My face lit up with hope once I saw his face through the window of the driver's seat, a frustrated look on his face. The headlights lit up our part of the road, and I watched intently as the car drove away. He's going to the bar, no doubt about that, and will obviously come back home high and drunk with some floozy to waste his time on and dump in the morning. For the first time in a long while, I felt hope, maybe I really have a chance at getting out of this place.