Bughead Oneshots // Compilation

"You can't convince me otherwise."

|| B. COOPER ||

Before him, I lived the perfect life.

It was just perfect little me, with my perfect little family living in our perfect little house, scoring the perfect grades and having the perfect social life.

"Elizabeth, come down here please."

Before him, I was blind.

Blinded by the need for perfection that was shoved right on top of me every single day so that I wouldn't notice the pathetic me, with my terrible family living in our dull house. If there was anything perfect, it would definitely be my grades—so that I can finally attend a prestigious school somewhere far away from Riverdale so that I could get out of this stûpid town and away from my family.

Betty, my love, you don't have to try so hard to be perfect. He would always tell me that. Just be yourself, and that fact alone is perfect already. If they don't see that, they're not worth your time.

"Yes, mother?"I asked as I reached the bottom step of the stairs, unaware of the presence of two unknown men in the kitchen with my mother. I walked into her trap, literally and figuratively.

Alice Cooper's eyes were filled with tears. Her eyes showed anger and sorrow—no regret in what she was about to do next.

I was helpless, clueless of what was happening, until the two men stepped out of the dark, both of them wearing white uniforms, and firmly grasped my arms.

"Mom, what are you doing?"I sobbed desperately, trying to break free of the mens' hold on me; but they were too strong.

"This is for your own good, Elizabeth. We're doing this for you, because this is what is best for you."She reasoned out.

She's lying.

Not that I blame him for my banishment to the Sisters of Quiet Mercy, but he was the reason why I was sent to the sisters.

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"Who is Jughead Jones to you?"Sister Woodhouse asked.

This is what they did to me, every single day—and every single time they asked me that question, every time I was strapped in the wooden chair in their office, my answer never changed.

"The love of my life."I muttered weakly, my body exhausted from all that they have done to me. It felt like physically, I was starting to give up. But if I'd have to say those five words until my dying breath, then so be it.

"Elizabeth, dear—"

"I love Jughead."I told her, with my voice firm. "You can't convince me otherwise."I shook my head and took a deep breath.

"Hit me as many times as you want, drug me, push me around and wear my body out, but that will always be my answer. Jughead Jones is the love of my life, the person who changed me, who opened my eyes to the truth. He is my savior, and I trust him with all my life. He will come to save me."

I believe that he will come for me.

I love Jughead, and he loves me.

He will come and save me.

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