Bughead : Lost in love

Chpt 23 : Helper Jughead's POV

     Betty hung up her call. She sounded so drunk and it was really frustrating to me. She was pregnant and drinking. I was only trying to protect Betty. I felt really sorry for her. Her life was falling apart and no one knew except for me. I was the only support she had and I was trying my hardest to help her. Sometimes I feel like there is nothing I can do anymore. It breaks my heart. In class I'm constantly worried about her, wondering if she is in pain.

    I arrived at Betty's house and I noticed that her parents still weren't home. I made my way into her room where I was this morning. She was laying face up on her bed with her legs hanging off. She was crying with her hands ontop of her eyes. I sighed seeing how sad she was. I walked over to her and layed down next to her. She smelled like vodka and she was obviously drunk. "You ok Betty?" I asked. I didn't know what else to say. "No." She said flatly, "I'm drunk and pregnant. It's feels bad"

     She stood up and went to the bathroom. She then threw up and she sounded awful. She was coughing by the edge of the toilet. It was funny to think that just this morning we were happy together and now she is drunk and sitting on her bathroom floor. Betty kept coughing and gagging, she sounded horrible. "Jughead, come here" she cried in between coughs.

     I walked over and knelt by her side and she threw up again. "Have you been throwing up like this for a while? You sound horrible." I asked concerned for her health. I felt bad that she was going through so much pain. I ran my fingers along her back until she finally calmed down from gagging. "No. It just got worse." She whispered. She sounded so weak. The bathroom reeked from both the drinks and Betty being sick.

     Betty leaned back into me and moaned. She looked pale as a sheet. She was struggling to keep her eyes open. "You ok Betts? Should we talk about why you were drinking?" I asked. She shook her head and responded by saying. "I don't have the energy to talk about it. I feel horrible." She sounded less drunk now. She at least understood how she was really sick. "Betty next time be careful when you drink. You're pregnant and it's dangerous for you." I said.

     She nodded her head and started to cry. "It's ok Betty don't cry. You'll be ok, I'm here Betts, I'm here for you." I told her trying to comfort her. She was falling asleep on her bathroom floor in between cries so I decided to carry her onto her bed. She fell asleep instantly. I went into the bathroom to clean it up a little bit, but I kept thinking about Betty.

     I was trying to help her so much but nothing I did seemed to work. I started crying. I was so frustrated, scared, confused and worried at the same time. I wanted to help Betty and I was trying with all my might but she still was sad. I was trying to think of ways to help her while I calmed myself down and tried to get rid of the smell in the bathroom. I never cried but here I was, crying.

      It took me a minute or two to calm down and regain my thoughts. I finally moved onto cleaning when I heard Betty moan and say "Jughead. Where are you?" I walked over to her and stroked her hair and said "I'm right here, how do you feel?" She looked at me confused and said "I don't know. I forget a lot that just happend but I remeber feeling sick." I looked at he clenchjng her stomach with an uncomfortable look on her face. "Are you hungry? I mean you are eating for two." I chuckled. I watched her smile back and rub her baby belly. "Ya I'm hungry. It'll be a date let's go to Pops." She said excited.

     She sat up in her bed and we walked over to Pops because Betty wanted fresh air. I was so happy to finally go on a normal date with Betty after the crazy drama that has been going on. "I'm happy to be here at Pops with you." Betty said practically reading my thoughts. "Me too" I said and I lightly kissed her forehead. We didn't talk about why she was drinking. I figured I'd save that conversation for another time because I didn't want to ruin or precious moment at Pops.