Venom | A Bughead Fanfiction

Chapter Five

It was Sunday morning.

Whatever light had managed to soak itself through the tattered curtains radiated onto Betty's skin. Nia had fallen asleep beside her, as per usual. As the effects of slumber lingered in the warmth of the morning sun, Betty sat up and ruffled her hair. She could see the blonde strands entwined between her fingers.

Such a shame it was for them to be hidden away.

As she leaned over across the bed, Betty noticed a series of dark marks on Nia's neck; shades of crimson and bright pink. A hickey, probably, Betty thought. Must've been from that Fangs guy.

She gently reached over to touch them, but soon came to a cessation as Nia flinched. She was peaceful and Betty didn't want to awaken her.

Betty reminisced about everything that happened last night. She had so many questions that remained unanswered. How did Jughead even find her and why did he come back? Why did she do what she did with him and why couldn't she stop herself? Just thinking about it made her feel dirty and uneasy.

She was reluctant that it was morning and she could take a shower in attempts to wash away that uneasiness. Betty flung her legs over the bed and stretched her arms above her head and let out a satisfying groan at the sound of her joints popping. Her feet touched the bare floor and she made her way toward the bathroom.

Her feet landed in a puddle of liquid.

"Shit..." Betty stared up at the ceiling. It was profusely dripping. Water, perhaps, but it hadn't been raining. Betty crinkled up her nose and reiterated her interjection. "Shit. Literal shit." She was disappointed but not surprised because the apartment owners above her had a history of being slobs.

Shrugging off the minor inconvenience, Betty stepped out of her pajama pants and pulled her shirt over her head. She detoured around the puddle and turned the knob for the wobbly shower head. The water was cold, and it would only be cold, but Betty didn't mind. She stepped inside and felt the immediate sensation of cold water against her skin. She ran her fingers through her hair and slathered herself with soap and water. She could stay in the coldness of the shower for hours and it wouldn't bother her. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't, and eventually turned off the water.

Her body was soaked and the steamless room allowed her to perfectly see her reflection in the cracked mirror before her. Reaching for the towel beside her, she rubbed it over her face. Her bright, pink lips were dripping with water.

Such a shame it was for them to be hidden away.

Knock, knock, knock.

Betty whipped around at the sound of three sharp knocks on the door. She quickly wrapped her bathrobe around her and headed towards the door. Carefully, she removed the locks and opened it, wondering who could be at her door so early in the morning.

It was a man, probably around the same age as Betty. His height allowed him to tower over her, but his facial expressions were the least intimidating. He eyed Betty up and down with his daring brown eyes and flashed a smile. Maybe it was an innocent gesture or maybe it was a flirtatious one that happened because Betty was staring him right in the eye with nothing but a bathrobe around her. Betty couldn't tell by the way he composed himself.

"Can I help you?" Betty snapped at him.

He seemed taken aback by her snarky response, but he shrugged it off and extended his arms towards Betty. There was a heap of papers and envelopes in his hands and he was giving them to her.

"Apartment 4C, right?" He spoke in a light Spanish accent.

Betty ignored his confirmation and snatched the envelopes from his grip. She looked through them, all of which had Nia's name on them. "Where the hell did you get these?"