Jellybean Jones

Chapter 8: The Secret

Jellybean POV
I looked at my Dad, waiting for him to tell me what was going on. I was beyond confused and definitely nervous for what was to come. Then, Jughead spoke. "Just tell her already, you've put it off for long enough." His voice was cold and infuriated. I then realized that whatever I was about to find out, Jughead already knew about.

The suspense was unbearable. Nobody spoke for what seemed like a long time. I felt myself go pale and I didn't feel so well. What in the world did I not know? But my question would soon be answered. "When you were just about three," Dad began. "Your Mother and I were really starting to not get along." She rolled her eyes at this.

"We didn't want to split up," She scoffed and earned a look from Jughead. "but we knew we couldn't keep going like that. We decided to make an agreement to take a break." I swallowed hard. "So, when you and your Mother left, it was, well, it was-" I cut him off. "Planned?" I snapped. He nodded.

"But you guys were always going to come back, both of you. So when it was just you, I realized someone hadn't followed the plan." He added quickly. I was going to be sick. All those times I had been so worried we'd never be a family again. I got up. "We're not done here." Mum snapped. "I am." I said coldly and stormed off to my room.

I slammed the door. I felt nauseous, this whole thing made my head spin. I could barely believe it. I hurriedly walked to the bathroom attached to my room. I threw up almost immediately. Everything had become too much. I leaned against the wall and started sobbing. It had been planned. Planned! Hot tears rushed down my face. I felt quite warm. I was astonished and completely appalled. But most of all, I felt betrayed, because Jughead hadn't told me.

Jughead POV
As soon as Jellybean left the room, I got up to follow her, but, to my surprise, Dad grabbed my arm. "Leave her alone." His voice was gruff. I sat back down. "Why'd you really come?" I asked Mum. "Because I wanted to make sure that this so called plan had worked just fine, Jughead." Her voice was rude and patronizing.

Nobody spoke for an incredibly long amount of time. "She had a great day at school, you know." I remarked bitterly. "She was so happy about it and maybe instead of just doing this right now you could've waited for a better time." I was furious that her day had been ruined. "There is no good time Jughead! She wouldn't have taken it any lighter any other day!" Dad snapped. "That's it." I muttered, heading to Jellybean's room. "She'll be mad at you too." Mum said angrily. I shook my head and continued walking.

Jellybean POV
I had managed to get back to my bed. I was now laying down with my eyes shut tightly thinking about what I had just found out. I still felt sick and I had been laying there for what must've been a couple of hours when there was a knock on my door. Jughead let himself in, he sat on the edge of my bed.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, I was mad. His eyes looked red, as if he was trying not to cry. "I wanted to. I wanted to so badly. Trust me, okay." I shook my head. "Look, I found out early yesterday morning and I tried so hard to make Dad let me tell you, but he wouldn't let me. And I was going to anyways but you were still adjusting to being back and I didn't want you to get mad at Dad, you know."

I tried to stay mad, I really did, but I couldn't. I understood why Jughead hadn't told me. Instead of yelling and staying angry, I started to cry again. I was so incredibly overwhelmed by this. Jughead quickly pulled me into his arms. "You don't look well." He said worriedly. "I don't feel well." I responded, my voice shaking,

"Did you throw up?" He asked. I nodded. He knew how sick I got when I was worried and overwhelmed. He ran his hand through my hair. "Jug?" I asked after a few minutes. "Yeah?" He answered. "What's going to happen now?" I questioned anxiously. "I have no idea Jellybean. I have no idea." And I knew he was telling the truth.

FP POV
I no longer know why we had made this plan in the first place. We should've just split up, but now I'm almost positive we're going to. "Why'd we even do it?" I asked. My wife glared at me. "Because we thought we would be able to work this out." Her voice was threatening and she was clearly furious she was here. "We can't just 'work this out' and you know that, I know that." I said.

I think we both knew that from the beginning, but we didn't want to admit it. "I guess this is it then." She said coldly. "I guess you're right. I'll phone you when I get the papers." I replied, matching her tone. "Goodbye FP." She snapped, not daring to use my real name. "Goodbye Gladys." I answered as she walked out the door. When she was finally gone, I struggled to believe that we were finally getting a divorce.

Jughead POV
Jellybean had fell asleep in my arms soon after I came to check on her. I didn't move, not wanting to wake her up. She used to worry herself sick and clearly she still does. Her forehead was burning and she was still nauseous. I was rather scared to think about what was going to happen, but my best guess was divorce. I refused to believe that though.

Dad knocked on the door. I didn't answer. He opened it and came to sit beside me. He was holding back tears. "I'm so sorry Jughead. I'm so sorry." I could tell how bad he felt. "Could you please tell me why you guys did it?" I asked hesitantly. "I'd like to tell both of you, at the same time." He said. He smiled faintly, but then he noticed Jellybean.

"Is she sick?" He asked. I nodded. "She still worries herself sick." He sighed. "She doesn't look well at all." Dad felt her forehead. "Apparently she threw up as soon as she came in here." I told him. He looked guilty and shook his head at himself. "How about we leave her alone?" He asked. I nodded. I picked her up as Dad pulled back the covers. I laid her down and we left the room.

We went into the living room. "Is she gone?" I asked. He nodded. "Are you guys- um, getting a divorce?" I asked quietly. "Yeah, yeah we are. I'll tell your sister later." I looked down. We sat there for a while, both of us just thinking about what was going to happen. After a while, I decided to go to bed. It was early, but today had wore me out. I laid down and tried to convince myself it would all work out. But I had learned the hard way that things just don't work like that.