IMAGINES ▹ ROSS BUTLER

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by sweetlysilent

Each day that went by you didn't know how you managed to stay happy, or even alive for that matter.

Your parents were alcoholic drunks, who ended up being extremely abusive towards you.

They weren't always like this though, before you moved to Riverdale your family was happy, if they did drink it was only at dinner.

However, since you moved to the small town they became heavy drinkers, then lashing out at you.

You went to school almost everyday with bruises, but you did your best to hide them with makeup.

One day when you came home, you were in a good mood for once, you did well on your midterm paper.

"Mom, Dad guess what!" You smiled proudly, holding up your paper with an A marked on the front.

"An A? That's it?" Your dad huffed, taking a swig from a whiskey bottle.

"You're supposed to be a genius, you're such a disgrace to this family." Your mother scolded, grabbing your paper and ripping it.

You stood there in fear, you thought they'd be proud of you for once, you actually thought that maybe just maybe they'd say something nice.

"Why'd you rip it? I worked so hard on it." You whimpered, looking at the pieces on the floor.

"What did you just say to me?" Your mother spat, grabbing your arm tightly, her nails digging into your skin.

You avoided her eyes, looking at the ground.

"Answer me when I'm talking to you!" She yelled, slapping you across the face.

Your skin burned, but you'd never let her know that.

"My paper.." You mumbled, motioning it towards the floor.

"Your paper is a disgrace Y/N, just like you." Your father joined in, throwing his bottle at you, which hit you on the leg.

You freed yourself from your mothers grip, running to the living room.

"Y/N! Get back here and face your punishment!" Your mother shouted.

"Stop being a little bitch and own your mistake!" Your father yelled, storming after you.

What happened next was the most fearful part, they'd start beating you.

This was one of the worst ones yet, you weren't sure if you'd live through this one.

You were going in and out of consciousness when suddenly you were pulled off the floor and carried out.

All you remember was a man taking you somewhere far away from your parents.

You soon awoke in a different house, you heard talking from another room.

You had no idea where you were, just that you were in tons of pain.

You groaned as you tried to sit up, this made the two guys rush over.

"Hey take it easy.." The one said, he looked to be about your age but a bit older.

"How are you feeling?" The older guy questioned, making you groan again.

"I hurt." You mumbled, clutching your ribs.

"I'll get her some asprin." The guy said, getting up and rushing to their kitchen.

"So, you're probably wondering who I am, and why you're here." He spoke, as you nodded.

"My name is FP Jones, and that's my son Jughead Jones, and the reason you're here is because I overheard your parents fighting yesterday when I was walking home. It sounded pretty bad so I decided to check it out when I noticed you." He smiled sadly, looking at you.