⚠️Trigger warning! Mentions of domestic abuse and eating disorder!!!⚠️
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*Based off the song Consequences by Camila Cabello* https://youtu.be/k73EBmeJ950
Dirty tissues, trust issues Glasses on the sink, they didn't fix you Lonely pillows in a strangers bed Little voices in my head Secret keeping, stop the bleeding
Tears streamed down my face as I sat on the couch with my knees in my chest, as blood trickled down my cheek from my eye. Broken bottles and glasses covered the floor of the trailer, and another night of fighting with a drunken Jughead had passed.
Now, here I was alone again, trying to pick up the broken pieces of glass, and of myself, while he was out doing god knows what with god knows who. I stood up off the couch and wiped my eyes with the 100th tissue of the night, and then began cleaning up the mess before me.
This wasn't the first time this had happened, and no matter how many times I walked away, I always found myself crawling back to him and his charming ways. The good times we had together far outweighed the bad, and I guess that's how I found myself in this situation again.
As I swept up the glass, the front door flew open and Jughead walked in soaked from the rain outside. He closed the door behind him, and then we both just stared at each other silently. He frowned at my puffy, tired eyes and the bleeding cut beside the left one that he had given me only hours before.
"Y/n," he stepped closer to me, and I flinched slightly as he pulled me into his arms. "I'm so sorry, baby." And then like always he says it's never going to happen again, but it always did.
Lost a little weight because I wasn't eating All the souls that I can't listen to, to tell the truth...
The verbal abuse was probably the worst, it always left me feeling like I wasn't good enough for him, or for anyone. Left me feeling like I was worthless and no good. I'd go through spells of starving myself to try and lose weight to make Jughead love me again. To turn myself into the person I believed he wanted, but then he'd assure me he loved me just the way I was and that I didn't need to change anything about myself.
Loving you was young, and wild, and free Loving you was cool, and hot, and sweet Loving you was sunshine, safe and sound A steady place to let down my defenses...
I looked back on the past, and it made me smile. When I first met Jughead he was so passionate about life, and what he wanted to do with his life. We were inseparable, and I trusted him with every fiber of my being, but one day something changed. Something triggered, and turned him into the man he is now.
I guess deep down I thought maybe I could bring back the Jughead I fell in love with. The Jughead who was carefree and loves life. The Jughead who loved to dance when no music was playing, and loved to go on picnic's and walks in the park.
This Jughead...is not my Jughead.
...But loving you had consequences
It's been 2 years now since I was last with Jughead. I have tried to move on on so many occasions but the wounds were deep and seemingly unhealable. I sat up in bed and looked around my room, and at the guy sleeping beside me.
I desperately wanted to give this man everything I had, I've him all of me, but my soul is scarred. No matter who I am with or where I go, a part of me is always and forever going to be with Jughead. He shattered that part of me with every hit and every derogatory remark and I will never be the same...
A/N: Well, this didn't turn out how I wanted and I wasn't going to post it, but I decided to just throw it out there and it'll probably flop. So, sorry for this really crappy imagine! 😣
