Bughead : Lost in love

Chpt 34 : Not Again Betty's POV

(TRIGGER AGAIN)
I woke up to kicks in my stomach. It was so cute to feel the baby but it was annoying at the same time. I texted Jughead I was awake now because he told me he would walk me to school today.

     Once I found out he was a serpent I was taken back. I knew jughead was tough but I couldn't help but worry about him. The only good thing about him being a serpent is seeing him in his sexy leather jacket. Nothing really changed about his behavior now that he was on the serpents. I'm sure he would change a little, but not much. Nothing can change my love for jughead though.

     I got a text from Jughead saying that he was sick and wasn't going to come to school but that he would still walk me. I told him to stay and rest, I felt bad that he was sick. I would stop by his house after school though to check in on him.

     I walked downstairs and saw my family sitting at the table. My mom was reading the news and my dad typing in his computer. "Good morning." I mumbled as I walked buy them. None of them budged. No one said hi or even acknowledged me. I wondered what it would be like to come downstairs and be greeted with a hug from my parents. I know I would always do that for my baby girl.

      I made myself some waffles. All I did was pop the frozen waffles into the microwave while they heated up for 90 seconds. I sat down by my dad and started eating my waffles. "Get away from me Elizabeth." My dad said harshly. What the hell did I do wrong? "Oh okay." I said back to my dad thankfully finishing up my waffles. I put on my huge grey hoodie, the only one that hid my bump, and walked out the door with my backpack.

     I was walking by a park that I walked by everyday but I decided to take a break at the bench. I had enough time to sit for a minute and walking to school while being 5 months pregnant was really tiring. I sat down and the bench and just looked at my phone. I looked up from my phone and Chuck Clayton, the monster that raped me, the father of my baby, sat down next to me. "Get away from me you ass hole." I said harshly. I was taken back from my words, I never cursed.

     He smirked his perverted smile. That damned smile I fucking hated with my life. "Geez. Calm down Cooper." I need to get away so I stood up, but my wrist was gripped tightly, so tight I thought I may loose circulation. "Where you going?" He said stroking my hair. I smacked his hand away. "Don't touch me you pig." I yelled. I was in a public setting so yelling would draw attention. He forcefully covered my mouth and wrapped and arm around my wide waist.

     I squirmed under his grip. Please don't let this happen to me again. I shut my eyes as a tear rolled down my cheek. He took me into a bathroom and locked the door without moving his hand from my mouth. I tried to scream, this couldn't be happening. Not again. "Cooper, if you scream then I'll punch your baby. You don't want that happening do you?" He whispered slowly moving his hand away from my mouth. "What. You know I'm pregnant?" I asked wondering how he knew. "Don't worry. I won't tell anyone." He seductively whispered onto my neck.

     I slapped his face hoping to get out. The only way to get out the bathroom was by the door Chuck was standing in front of. "Don't do that Betty. I'll hurt your baby." He threatened. I leaned against the wall and cowered into the corner crying. Please don't let this happen. Not again. "Please" I said crying quietly. "Don't hurt me or my baby." I was desperate. I was helpless. Chuck started fidgeting with his belt and took off his shirt. I just closed my eyes. "I won't hurt your baby if you don't give a reason." He said. I cried into my hands wanting to get out of here.

     He pulled me up from the ground and forced my sweater off of me. "Don't do this Chuck." I cried. I wanted this to be over. "Don't worry. I'll go easy." He said laughing. How could he be laughing? "You're disgusting Chuck." I scoffed between cries. He took off my shirt and my pants as well. I tried to fight against him. "Stop hesitating." He yelled as he slapped my stomach. Chuck got himself completely undressed and I closed my eyes. Why was this happening again? Why me? If only I hadn't sat down I wouldn't be raped for a second time.

     Chuck pushed me against the wall and sucked at my chest as he put himself in me. I cried at the pain I felt. He was grunting and thrusting and I was going against all my will not to scream. There is a big difference between the feeling of sex and the feeling of being raped. When you're being raped all you feel is pain. You close your eyes and pray for it to end, for the pain to subside. Chuck ended quickly, he probably wasn't even on me for 2 minutes.

     Once he got his clothes on I rushed to get myself dressed as well. "Fuck you Chuck." I said meaning every last word. I hated him, I despised him. "Fuck you too." He said hitting my stomach hard, but not too hard. It hurt a lot but the pain went away so I didn't go to the doctors.

     I could t believe it. I had just been raped. Again. I was trapped in all my thought. I leaned against the wall of the bathroom and slid down and sat. I just looked at the wall and cried. I felt helpless. I felt useless and embarrassed. I looked at the disguising floor I was sitting on and then stood up. I put my hood over my head to hide my tear stained face and walked home. I need a break.

     I walked into the door and sighed. I took off my hood as I set my bag down by the front door. "Elizabeth!!" I heard my dad scream. "Why are you back you'll be late for school!" He yelled. "Sorry." I said and ran out the door. My legs were sore already but I ran all the way to the south side. I ran all the way to Jughead. I knocked on his door with tears already on my face.

     He opened the door and you could see how worried he was when he saw me standing on his porch crying. "Betty what the hell? Are you ok?" He said sniffling from his runny nose but also wrapping his arms around me and squeezing me tightly. I just dug my face into his chest and cried. He ran his fingers through my hair and stroked my back. Thank god I was with him. He makes me feel comfortable and happy even when the worst things happen.