Bad Boy

The Phone

I dialed my dad. Dammit, voicemail. 

"Shit!" I accidentally said out loud.

I left a voicemail; "hey, Dad. It's Jug. Betty's in the hospital, I hope you're happy.... Anyways, do you know a Alice Cooper? Please let me know. Bye..." I hung up and headed into Betty's room.

She was preparing to go to bed. 

"Hey," I said as I stood against the door. 

"Jug!" She was about to get up, but I ran over to her and stopped her.

"betts, you heard what the doctor said." She grunted and scooted over as mush as she could.

I looked confused. She patted next to her.

"Come here, Juggy!" She said, with a huge smile. I smiled back at put my arm around her neck. 

"Goodnight, Juliet," I said, kissing her cheek.

"What! Already?" Betty complained. I chuckled and looked towards her.

"Betty, you were shot yesterday. Do you really want to have this conversation with me right now?" I looked down at her with my eyes.

"Goodnight, Jug. You sound like my mom," She mumbled. I had a light smile on my face and then closed my eyes.

At around three in the morning I woke up to a scream. It was Betty, screaming in agony. 

"Hey, Hey. You're gonna be okay! Come on, calm down!" I tried calming her down.

"Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit!" I said under my breath. I rung the bell for a nurse and she rushed in here as fast as possible.

They took Betty to this separate room... It wasn't an emergency room. Just a room.

*****

It turns out that Betty was fine. She just had a really bad dream, but it was more like deja vu. It was her getting shot. She told me in the morning about it.

"It was scary. Everything was dark. It was just me and your dad there, in a black, empty space. You weren't there. Veronica, Archie, Kevin, nobody was." She finished.

"God, Betty. I'm so sor-" My phone rang.

"Hello? Dad?" Betty sat up, in pain. I rubbed her back.

"Jug... I need to talk to you."

"We are talking..." I didn't want to talk to this son of a bitch.

"In person, Jug. Come home," Fp begged.

"Hell no! You shot my girlfriend and now you expect me to fall into this death trap? That's bullshit!" I yelled through the phone. Eventually, I got up and left the room.

B E T T Y C O O P E R

I could hear yelling through the walls. It was hurting my head, I needed to stop this. I can't just let them argue about me. It's not fair to Jug.

"Ju-Juggy?" I barely yelled. It hurt to talk much.

Jughead immediately made his way to my room. 

"Hey, you okay?" Jug asked.

"Go" I stated.

"What?" 

"Jughead. You need to talk to your dad. What he did to me wasn't okay.... Ever since I met you everything has been so much harder. I-" I started.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, worried.

"It means... you need to go talk to your dad and cut the bullshit. Now go." I was irritated.

Jughead nodded, kissed me, and ran outside to his motorcycle.

*****

What have I done? I ruined my relationship with my boyfriend by letting myself get shot. How am I going to tell him?

J U G H E A D J O N E S

I took a bus to the trailer park and walked towards my house. I stood in front for what seemed like 10 minutes, until Fp came out, holding a beer.

"Dad..." I said, looking down.

"Jughead, you gotta listen to me. We did it to protect you." Fp said. Clearly he had been drinking a lot.

"The hell? Who's 'we'? You've been drinking!" I yelled.

"Hey! I would never lie to you..." Fp said.

"Except for the fact that you played part in a murder?"

"Betty and I planned her getting shot. She was willing to do that to protect you." Fp said.

"Wh-what?" I began to tear up.

"Just promise me this. You won't tell anyone about this." Fp grabbed me.

"You almost murdered my girlfriend!" I yelled.

"Keep your voice down. Now you're going to go back to the hospital and pretend like none of this happened, okay?" Fp pressured.

"Bu-" I began

"No but's. Go" Fp gave I a little push and began walking.