Bughead : Lost in love

Chpt 28 : Talk Betty's POV

(Trigger Warning)
     I woke up feeling nauseous again. I ran to the bathroom and threw up which is basically my weekly routine. I was so anxious after I told Archie and Veronica. I picked up a razor and started slicing at my thighs. I don't know why I did, but I did. I feel like I've become desensitized to everything. I just kept slicing wondering why my life was as fucked up as it is. "Elizabeth Cooper! Get down here!" Yelled my dad. Shit. What now?

    I was about to go over to Archie's and tell Fred about what happens to me. I wasn't looking forward to it, but maybe things would get better if an adult knew. I ran down stairs throwing on baggy clothes to cover my bump and the newly added scars. "Breakfast." My dad said as I walked downstairs. I started feeling really dizzy when I got down. "Hold on a second." I said clutching my stomach feeling sick once more. "Betty why are you throwing up?" My dad questioned harshly. "I just don't feel well." I responded too afraid to tell the truth. I mostly got sick in my bathroom. I think this is the first time I've thrown up in front of my dad.

     I ate the food they made for me then found a way to sneak outside the house. My dad went to run errands anyways so my mom allowed me to go outside for a "walk." Really what I as doing was walking over to Archie's house to tell Fred. I decided to tell Fred because 1) I've known and trusted him since I was 4. 2) he supports me and wants the best for me and Archie. 3) his ex-wife Mary was a lawyer and would help me settle this mess.

     I knocked on the door of the house next door to mine. Archie greeted me saying "ready Betty? You don't have to tell him." I took a breathe and said "it'll be ok Archie." He patted my back and directed me towards his dad. "Dad," Archie said to his father, "Betty needs your help with something. She is having family issues right now and your the closest support system she has for this issue." Archie continues making me anxious.

     Fred looks concerned. "Of course Betty, I'll help you out. What's going on?" Fred questioned me. "Well I'm in a pretty bad situation. And uh I need some help." I say trying so hard not to cry. "Archie you just tell him." I say letting a tear roll down my cheek. "Dad Betty was harassed, and sexually abused by Chuck. He got her pregnant too." Archie said letting out a huge sigh.

     I stared crying but Archie, being the good friend he is, gave me a friendly hug. "Betty is ok. We told a safe person now." Archie said trying to calm me down from sobbing. "Jesus Betty I'm shocked and sorry to hear this. How do you want to handle this?" He asked me. I didn't know what to do. "I don't know. Maybe put Chuck on trial? I just don't want to loose the baby." I said shyly. "I'll call Mary but Betty, if you go on trial and I call Mary your parents should know. I can tell them for you." Fred offered to me.

I never even thought about how to tell my parents. "Maybe I'll tell them when I get home." I said. Archie looked concerned when I told him, probably because he knows about how my dad treats me. "Alright Betty. Have you thought about handling the baby? Like doctors?" Fred then asked. Fred was being so helpful with me. Part of me thought he wouldn't be understanding, but Fred never fails to be kind. "I went to the doctor recently, but I haven't put much thought into it." I told Fred.

I wanted to keep the baby. It's kind of shocking I want to keep the baby, but I want to help a life hopefully be a good life. I want to make sure my child doesn't end up like me. That's primarily why I want to keep my kid. Also I think Jughead is sort of  looking forward to seeing my baby. "Well do you want to keep the kid?" Fred asked. I nodded my head and leaned my head into Archie's chest. Archie put an arm around me. "How far along are you Betty?" Fred asked again wondering how much time we had probably. "14 weeks along." I said. I still had a lot of time to figure this mess out. "Well Betty thanks for telling me. I know that it's hard to talk about. I would go tell your mom at least ok Betty?" Fred told me. I thanked him saying, "thanks a lot Fred."

I walked home which took 15 seconds. I walked in and sat next to my mom. I sat there and started crying. "Betty why are you crying?" My mom questioned. "Mom. I have to tell you something." I said crying. I felt frozen I could barely talk. "Well what is it." My mom said sounding concerned. For the first time I noticed she looked like she cared. "I was hurt mom." I managed to say, " I was hurt bad mom." I said. It was true. I was hurt, bad. "Betty you're scaring me what is it." My mom asked. She sounded desperate to help for once.

I was so nervous to tell her. I wanted to wipe away my tears, but I couldn't even move. "I was raped" I managed to say. I hid my head into my hands feeling embarrassed. I had no reason to feel embarrassed, but I still did. I started crying harder into my hands. "Betty! Baby when did this happen?" My mom was shocked and put an arm on my back. "It was on Jughead's birthday." I said in between tears. "Betty don't cry it's ok." This was the first time in a while that I felt supported by my family. "One more thing mom. I'm pregnant." I said crying some more and moving away from her.

     My mom looked shocked. "Betty is this a baby from the rape?" She asked concerned, but disgusted with the news I just broke. "Ya. 14 weeks along." I said still trying to calm myself. Mixing stress with pregnancy hormones is not a good combination. "Betty I don't know what to say. I'm sorry that this all happened to you. And that I didn't help you." My mom said, now joining me in crying. We both stood up and hugged eachother. It was the first time in four months that I had hugged my mom. "I'm so sorry baby. I'll tell your father for you." My mom said. I didn't respond but I continued crying onto my moms shoulder. It felt nice to tell my mom, but next I'll have to explain to my dad.

     I was in my room doing nothing until I heard my dad yell downstairs. I assumed my mom told him the news I was raped and now pregnant. I couldn't hear what they were saying : only the muffled yells. I then heard thumping up the stairs that sent a chill to my spine wondering what my dad was about to come do to me. He burst open the door and yelled "You're pregnant! Care to explain!" I cried and shielded my face as if he was about to hit me. "Dad I was hurt by someone, I never meant to be pregnant! I was raped!" I said desperately trying to keep him from hurting me. "I cant believe you Betty." He said hitting my face. "You deserved that's slap." He yelled and he walked out my room.

     I ran I got he bathroom and starting sobbing, it seems like a weekly routine. I reached for the razor, took off my jeans which were starting to get tight, and started slicing. I kept slicing away at my own skin, watching as the blood spilled out slowly. Why does it always have to be me with all the issues.