Bughead : Lost in love

Chpt 29 : Strong Jughead's POV

I woke up to a text from Betty. It took me a while to actually get out of bed and be motivated to actually notice the text was from Betty. "Can we meet up? I told my mom and Fred what happened and now my dad found out. I need a break" was what the text said. "Sure I just woke up. I'll call u. I'll meet you at Pops or my house in an hour." I sent back to respond. I felt really bad for Betty that her parents found out. I went into the shower which is my normal weekend routine then got ready by putting in clothes and of course, putting on my beanie.

Betty I ended up wanting to come to my house so I decided to make pancakes. Even though I was cooking and should've been focusing, my trait of though kept going to Betty and her dad knowing she is pregnant. I could only imangine what the reaction was. I also followed up with Veronica and found a therapist she recommended. I didn't set up an appointment or anything yet because overall, it is Betty's decision. I really do think she needs a therapist though, suicide isn't something people just joke around with.

     I heard a knock on the door so I though it must be Betty. I quickly took the pancakes I made off the stove and opened to door. There was Betty. She was wearing she typical baggy jacket that covered her belly perfectly. "Hey Betts." I said hugging her. "I hope everything isn't too bad yet." I said allowing her to dig her head into my shoulder. "Well it's bad Jug." She said tracing her fingers along my white tank top.

      "Well anyways I made pancakes if you want one. We can talk and eat because I haven't eaten yet." I explained to her. "What you haven't eaten? It's almost 11." Betty said laughing. "I just got up late ok" I said smiling while looking at her beautiful eyes. "How are you feeling? Is morning sickness gone by now." I asked. "No but it should be. The little baby is moving every now and then." She said while sitting down to eat.

      She looked more sad than usual. I wanted to make sure she was doing fine after her dad found out. "What did your dad do." I said quietly. She looked down and stopped eating her pancakes. "Called me a disappointment like always. Then he called me a slut even after I told him I pretty much forced into doing it. I never wanted to be pregnant. Not this young and not with Chuck's baby. He also slapped me and said I deserved the slap and probably 'enjoyed' it." She said practicaly whispering, but holding herself together rand not crying.

     I felt sorry for her. My family was never very supportive of me either but at least they cared about me if I was hurt. My dad is never home; he is always drinking. My mom lives in Toledo but she calls me once a week to check in on everything.

     Betty took another bite of her pancakes and let out a sigh. "What did your mom do?" I asked hoping that her mom had a better reaction. "She was actually more chill about it. She was kind of upset but didn't freak out." She said leaving her pancakes to the side. "Do you want the rest of my pancakes Jug? I'm not hungry really." She said.
    
     You could just tell she was sad from the time of her voice. "Shouldn't you eat Betty?" I responded. Not that I didn't want the pancake, but she was basically eating for two and definitely needed food. She was already really stressed and sad which was unhealthy for her and her kid. "I'm just not hungry though." She said tightening her pony tail and putting her hand on her forehead. "Betty come on just take one more bite, you need food." I said trying to persuade her to eat. She had barley even taken a bite of her food. "Fine" She said sighing under her breath.

      I smiled and looked at her beautiful eyes and said "Thank you Betts." She put her fork down and smiled back saying "You're welcome." We moved onto the couch and sat next to eachother sitting in silence as we played with each others hair. I was debating whether or not I should bring up therapy but whenever I tried to the words wouldn't come out.

     I looked down at Betty and saw the scar on her wrist from the horrible day almost 4 months ago when I walked in on Betty doing something unimaginable. When the terrible memory or her helpless yet beautiful body laying in the blood stained bathtub it gave me the assurance I needed to ask her about therapy. "Hey Betty can I ask you something?" I managed to say.

     She nodded her head and looked up at home as she continued messing around with my hair peeking out of my beanie. "I uh- I followed up with Veronica on the therapist she recommended. I think maybe you should try it out." I said. She stopped twirling my hair and put her arm on her lap. "Jug I don't know. Maybe I'll do it." She replied. "Betty I really think you need to see someone. You're going through a lot and need help." I said firmly speaking the truth.

     She nodded her head reluctantly and said, "ok you're right. I guess I'll do it." She plopped her head into my shoulder. "I just care about you too much Betty. I want you to be happy. I don't want to pressure you into anything." I told her. "No it's alright, Juggie. You're right, I should talk about it with someone." She responded. Her phone went off from a text message. She sighed and said , "Fuck my dad texted me. He is saying come home." I felt horrible for her.

     I didn't want her to go home to her dad where she was going to be yelled at again. "Betty stay, just stay here. Text your mom that you're here and safe." I said desperately trying to protect her. "It'll be ok jughead. I'll make a therapy appointment too. Just text me the person." She said getting up to leave. "Betty text me if your dad is mad and I'll send you the info." I said. She waved goodbye and I waved back to her. I just hoped she would be fine. She is a strong woman, she will ok.