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Jughead used the strength he had left to pull himself further up the muddy bank, just a little longer he thought to himself. He wiped his forehead with his free hand, producing a wet substance which could only be blood. Jughead's leg throbbed, it was twisted and bent in the cruel ways it shouldn't be. His head swirled, his mind trained into unconsciousness.
God no, not now, he needed help- stay awake his mind screamed
We can't screamed his body
stay awake
but it was too late
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"Jughead?!" Betty burst through the ajar trailer door, flashing her torch around the abandoned premises.
"He's not here" Veronica let out a hopeless whisper, Archie holding her shoulder. "Where else could he be?" Kevin let out a sigh,
"its almost 1am Betty, maybe we can go tom-"
"No Archie, there's no way I'm going home without him, if you want to go, you go- he's my problem" Betty sniffled, choking back tears, "I'll stay" Kevin beamed reassuringly,
"Me too, If my girls not happy, I'm not happy" Veronica linked arms with a tearful Betty
"But we should probably save our legs, who has a car?"
The group spun on their heels to face Reggie, the only person he with a working car
"Why are you all looking at me for" Reggie sarcastically retorted, flicking the hair from his face
"Fine, but I'm driving"
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Jughead flew in and out of consciousness, throwing up all over the river bank beside him, he felt deep cuts trailing blood from his face to his neck, his whole body was soaked through with sweat and salted water.
He felt his mouth foam up, causing him to retch everywhere, he felt horrible. Maybe listening to Betty would've been a good idea.
He shouldn't have gone to that bar party
He shouldn't have taken that drink from a stranger
He shouldn't have accidentally and drunkenly picked a fight with the 35 year old serpent next to him.
He shouldn't have let them carry him down and toss him into the river, drunk, scared, intoxicated and alone
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10 minutes later they were in Reggie's Blue jeep speeding down the road to the bar Jughead had gone to, "So if you didn't want him to get hurt, why did you let him go Betty?" Reggie glanced in the overhead mirror at the blond in the back, "Shut up Reggie" Veronica practically hissed at him,
"I told him not to, I should've tried harder, now its my fault he's 4 hours past curfew, and probably hurt" Betty hung her head into her hands.
"Betty, I'm sure he's okay" Veronica splayed her arm around Betty's neck, the group nodded in agreement, even though none of them really believed it.
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The gang pulled up along the side of the bar, which was fluttering with lively teens drinking and smoking. Kevin slipped his hand into Betty's, Veronica practically clung like a sloth to Archie, and Reggie, well, had generously offered to stay in the car.
But she wasn't scared, she needed to find Juggie, Betty stared into the eyes of a bulkier man as she stormed through the door, letting it crash on her way in, "way to go betty" Kevin squealed, "you have their full attention" He whispered, slowly backing away, letting Betty be herself,
Betty glanced up to see that he was correct, most of the people in the bar had stopped their game-play and shenanigans to stare Betty in the eye, she gulped, maybe she was the tiniest bit scared
"I need to speak to students at southside high" Betty's voice dropped an octive, trembling, she could hardly spit out the words. Most of the serpents ignored her, and continued their conversations. Betty swiftly wiped a tear from cheek
"It was worth a shot" Archie clasped her hand, and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Betty turned to take one last look, in hopes Jughead would just appear in front of her eyes, but he didn't.
"Betty, I hate to be that guy, but its 3 am, can we please go home? I'll get my dad to look into it right away" Kevin yawned,
Betty hung her head, making sure no one could see the fat, salty tears dripping down he cheeks and onto the wooden floor below. Leaving now would mean leaving Jughead,
Veronica's heart dropped when Betty began dragging her feet to the door, she hadn't given up that easily, had she?
But taking one look at Betty's angst filled body and thunderstruck expressions, it was clear she just felt useless, like a stick in the mud, like all this was
all
her
fault
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drunken nights//bughead
Fanfiction- part one of the 2017 mini series, drunken nights- ' he was a mess, but he was her mess, and there was nothing stopping her from finding him
