Polar Opposites (A Bughead Story)

Chapter 4

12:35 PM: Betty's POV:

My head was pounding as I drove the almost empty streets on the Sunday morning in riverdale, to my home. My real home. Home used to be Juggie, in his arms, but now it's just the house I grew up in next to Archie Andrews. I unlock the door using the key my parents hid under a rock near the door to get in  I step in  to the sound of chattering And baby noises.

"M-Mom?  Polls...?"

I walked down the steps into the small living space/den, staring at the 2 baby's in the crib And my mom and sister laughing. They both turn at the voice and stare at me for a moment.

(Excuse me if I'm wrong but I'm just judging the inside of her house from when Alice goes and slaps Hal while he I sat watching a damn baseball game  😂😂😂😂)

"I'm home..."

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12:42 PM: Jugheads POV:

I sit and stare at a wall for a moment after Veronica walks out. Thinking, re playing the words in my head. "We fucked up." Over and over. I was mad and we were both drunk, but then again. We were both sober enough to know what was right or wrong. But we did it anyways. Now playing in my head was when I saw Betty's bruises, and damn she had a lot of them, ranging neck down to her theighs, which I only say when I had given her some shorts and she walked back out To join me again late last night. I've called her phone a million times until there's finally a pickup

"Hello? Betty?"

I say into the phone, but instead it's not Betty, no  it's a man  that sounds drunk.

"Who the fuck are youuuuuuu?" 

He says into the phone holding out the "youuuuuu" which annoys me.

"I'm her... friend. More importantly though, who the Hell are you?"

There was a pause until he sighed and continued speaking to me.

"This is her fucking boyfriend. Archie Andrews. Why you callin my girlfriend? She don't want your sad sounding ass"

I stood there shocked, as anger filled inside of me, wishing that I could strangle him through the phone.

"It's fucking Jughead you dumbass."

I screamed into the phone.

"How dare you call Betty yours after you abused her, raped her, tortured her and took her away from everyone. You should be A-Fucking-Shamed you sick alchohalic."

I said into the phone in my hands. Shaking in fury.

"You called her yours after you slept with Veronica. Seems like Betty is getting her little heart played with all over the place."

I could practically feel him smirk through the phone. Anger building in me stronger And stronger. Even though there was nothing I could do about it.

"What 'Juggie' did Betty run back into your broken arms? Until you broke her comepletely? By Veronica showing up or something while you were sharing a so called 'moment'? Hm? Breaking the very last wall she had built up 'Juggie?' Oh I know how she felt about you. I know how she felt, always. Both physically and  mentally. She got beat cause she said your name during our intimate moments, and she cut herself over you. I had to let her go eventually, knowing she would find and crawl back to you. But you just broke her comepletely by showing her who you really love. And that's Ronnie I guess."

I stood in shock at every word he had said, in some ways he was right, pushing it using the nickname she had for me.

"Sorry Jughead, but I don't have time to chat anymore, for I have a long drive to get back to, back to Riverdale. Goodbye for now."

I dropped the phone as it he hung up staring at a wall thinking for a moment before getting into my car, and bringing my belongings, knowing exactly what would happen, and where Betty would be.

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12:40 PM: Betty's POV:

I stared from my mother, back to Polly, then to the 2 baby's laughing in the crib.

"E-Elizabeth... where have you been?"

Mother said walking towards me.

"It's a long story mom.. I'm just happy I'm home now.."

I said as my mom walked over and wrapped her arms around me, wincing at the pain as she put her arms over my shoulders. She's must have knew something was wrong, cause she instantly pulled away and stared at me. 

"Elizabeth. What's wrong with your shoulders?"

I sighed and looked from her back to Polly who was watching the scene unfold in front of her. I grabbed my mothers hand and led her to the couch, beginning the story of where I've been, leaving out me stopping by jugheads house today and last night

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Okay. First of all: thanks for all the comments! I love you guys so much! 

Second of all: I'm sorry I hadn't updated, I had a huge writers block, so I'm so so soooo sorry.

Third of all: I will be posting 4-5 chapter during the weekend IF I get enough reads/comments/votes. Thank you all soooooo much for reading! 

-Niya 💗