Riverdale Preferences and Imagines

21. Sweet Pea | Bruises

"No! I'm not who you think I am! I'm not good," the tears drip down your face as you stare the tall serpent in his dark brown eyes, "I'm not good enough for you! You don't need all this- this crazy! Just go!"

Your voice is hoarse, straining from the lump in your throat. You never thought you'd be your own destruction. You never thought you'd have to personally rip your beating heart from your chest and stomp on it. But it's what you have to do. You have no choice.

"Stop, baby! What's going on?" Sweet Pea reaches towards you, grabbing your shoulders to keep you from backing away any more, "yesterday we were fine- we were perfect -what happened? You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, talk to me."

"No, I can't. You have to leave. You need to go!" You force yourself to twist out of his warm hold.

You turn towards the window, watching as a pair of headlights pull up the drive way of your small house. You live on the outskirts of the Southside, away from the rest of the small town and the prying eyes of nosy neighbors. A lot can go down when no one is around to play the witness. The black and blue patches on your back are enough proof, little to Sweet Pea's knowledge.

"Baby I'm not leaving until you tell me what's going on. It's just you and me."

The front door slams open, reverberating loud bangs throughout the house. Your blood runs cold as you listen to the heavy footsteps making their way up the stairs.

"Y/n! Is that you?! You had better be alone!"

You turn back to Sweet Pea, your eyes wide with a kind of terror you've had yet to experience. You push him towards the window he came in from, praying to anything that will listen to will him back out the pane. The footsteps grow heavier and you can make out the wobbly, incoherent steps. He's close to your door now.

"Go now, please," you rush towards your bedroom door, twisting the lock right before the handle turns, "before it's too late!"

"Open the godamn door you little slut!"

You slump against the door, holding it closed for as long as you can. Sweet Pea stands where he is, frozen in shock, his eyes stormy. There's no way in hell he's leaving now, not with his baby cowering against a door in an attempt to protect him. Loud bangs reverberate off the door, causing you to reel back just in time for it to be forced open. It splinters at the handle, falling to pieces before a simmering, sinning man.

Sweet Pea pulls your shaking form behind his large back, blocking your view from the destruction that is, no doubt, about to ensue.

"Who the hell are you?" Your father snarls menacingly at Sweet Pea.

You grip the back of his flannel, leaning your head against his back for stability. You're falling apart behind Sweet Pea however he remains eerily calm in the tense room. One of his hands grips your waist while the other sneakily maneuvers to his pocket. You remember the brass knuckles you had seen upon your first meeting when he came into the diner one dark night you had been working late. He had just initiated a new Serpent by the name of Jughead Jones. He had blood dripping down his hands and you had rushed to help him. He just smiled, said he was alright, and ordered some cheese fries to which he shared with you.

"I could ask you the same thing."

"Watch yourself boy, you're in my house- in my daughter's room -without permission. Don't make me call the sheriff!"