Gangsters or lovers?

2.

Jughead had walked into his bedroom with Betty close to him. He walked over to his bed and placed Betty down gently. He hadn't wanted to let Betty go, but he had to. For Betty. Jughead made his way to the couch and just stared at his lap. How could he have wanted to hurt her. He knew she would ask questions in the morning and he was going to tell her the truth. He looked over to the clock and noticed it was 3 in the morning. He placed his head on the arm of the couch and drifted of to sleep.

In the morning Jughead had woken up before Betty and decided she would probably be hungry. He whipped up some eggs and bacon with toast and orange juice. He glanced over to Betty and she started to stir. Jughead grabbed the food and make his way over to Betty.
"Hey"  he said softly.
"Who are you?" She asked him.
"I'm Jughead" he smiled.
"As in a Jug and a head? Thats-" before she could say anything else Jughead had interrupted her
"Weird? Yes I know" he laughed.
"I was going to say unique" she giggled.
"Can you tell me why im here" she asked quietly.
"I came and rescued you from your brother and sister. We found you in you room last night.  I'm not going to lie to you, my original plan was to kidnap you and do to you what your brother had done to my sister but my friend said something and I changed my mind. And then- well I actually saw you and I felt my heart break a little. So, I'm going to make you a promise." He said. Betty looked a little terrified.
"What's that?" She asked quietly.
"I promise that I will make sure no one ever hurts you ever again. I promise to protect you until I die" he whispered to her, a smile toying on his lips.
"How can I trust you?" She replied.
"Forsythe" Jughead blurted out.
"What?" Betty asked, giggling a little.
"Forsythe. That's my real name. Only my mom, dad and sister know that. And well you know now" he laughed.
"Wait, literally no one else knows that. Not even your best friend?" She asked.
"Nope. You can't tell anyone either" he said to her.
"I promice" she smiled.
"By the way, juggie, I all ready trusted you. I just wanted to make sure it was right of me too first." She whispered.
"You sneaky shit." He laughed.
"And juggie? He asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry it just slipped out" she said.
" Don't be sorry, I like it. Only you can call me that" he smiled.
"Get some rest" he said kissing her temple. He went to get up but Betty grabbed his hand.
"I know I may seem fine, but I'm petrified. Could you uh - could you uh stay with me until I fall asleep?" She asked.
"Of course" he smiled. He took of he shoes and got under the sheets. He pulled betty close and held her.
"I don't know why, but I feel completely comfortable around you. It's like you were mean to fine me" she whispered.
"If I tell you a secret, promise not to laugh?" He asked.
"Sure" she smiled.
"Since I was a teenager I promiced myself not to fall in love or be compassionate about anyone else apart from myself and my family." He paused. "But then when I saw you yesterday, all I wanted to do was make sure you were safe and protected. Your the only person I have ever felt like that around" he continued.
"Really?" She asked, surprised.
"But you could have any woman you wanted. Even with all your clothes on and me being trapped away for years, I can tell your attractive. Why don't you want to love someone?" She asked.
"That's a conversation for another time" he said.
"Sleep" he commanded. With that she drifted up to along sleep.

Betty had woken up because if a loud knock at the door. Jughead had gone to see who it was. While he was gone Betty thought to herself. She didn't want to get too close to Jughead because she didn't want him to find out about her nightmares and she didn't want to be a burden towards him. But, at the same time all she wanted to do was talk to Jughead all day long. Her thoughts were cut short, when a tall, red headed women burst through the door.
"Betty!" She shouted. Betty was scared. She got reminded of what chic would do to her.

Flashback

"Betty!" Chic shouted.

Chic came to the window seat and sat next to Betty. He grabbed her thigh and started rubbing it. Betty wasn't a virgin. She had lost it to her first boyfriend. However,  she was no stranger to having chic rape her. She hated it. She hated him. She ignored him. This made him mad.

"Betty look at me" he growled.

"I said look at me" he shouted. I looked at him with a tear in my eye and he slapped me. He slapped me again. Again. Again. Again. He slapped me until my face was red with slap marks.

"Next time I tell you to do something, you do it" he shouted.

"Take your clothes off" he snarled. I didn't want to be slapped again, so I did what he told me to do. I tried hard not to sob. What he had done to me was long and painful. It wasn't the only time he had done that.

Flashback over

"Betty? Betty? Betty?" Jughead said trying to get Betty's attention.
"Cheryl, please could you leave?" He asked her.
"Yeah, yeah. Sure." She said, astonished at what she just saw. Jughead held Betty to him close and told her to follow his breathing. When she calmed down Jughead had asked Betty what was wrong.
"I didn't mean to snap like that and I feel awfully terrible about how that pretty girl must of felt, but the way she came in and shouted my name reminded me of what he used to do. And I had a flashback and it terrified me. God, I'm sorry" she sobbed.
"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay, it okay" he soothed.
"May I ask who 'He' is?" Jughead asked.
"Chic..." Betty whisperd, still sobbing.

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