You and I- A Bughead Story

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Betty's POV:
"Do you want to go home? I can walk you." Jughead asked me softly after I stopped crying.

I nodded, "I don't want to see him today, but my mom is home, she'll get mad at me for not being a school." I said sadly.

Jughead wiped the tears off my face, "Remember my treehouse?" he asked. I nodded, "You can go there, I'll walk you." he said grabbing my hand. I grabbed onto his and we walked to the treehouse. We climbed up and I sat down on the bed.

"Ok, I'll be home after school." Jughead explained.

I didn't want him to leave me alone, "Juggie?" I asked him, "Can you stay... please?"

Jughead smiled, "Sure." He awkwardly stood there and didn't know what to say.

"Juggie... we're friends again." I said, "It doesn't have to be awkward."

"I know, but I still feel like it is." he replied.

I nodded sadly and got under the covers of the bed. I shifted the pillow and saw one of Jughead's shirts under it.

"Juggie, why is this here, I thought you haven't been here in a while?" I asked him pulling out the shirt.

He grabbed it and didn't answer me. I got up, "Are you staying here?" I asked him.

He nodded and didn't say anything. I sighed, "Is this what you need time to tell me?" I asked

"Part of it.." he replied. Then, I saw his eyes tear up.

"It's my dad..." he whispered.

"Your dad?" I asked softly.

He nodded, "He's an alcoholic. Always drinks. I do one thing wrong, I'm hit, shoved, or kicked."
he started, "But Betts, you can't tell anyone, I don't want- I don't want anyone to find out." he said, stuttering.

I held onto his hands, "I won't, I promise."

He looked at me sadly and he looked tired, "Why don't you go to bed for a little." I suggested.

He nodded and laid down in the bed. He quickly fell asleep and I went over and kissed his forehead, "Everything is going to be okay, Juggie." I whispered. I sat up from the bed and went to my bag and pulled out my book.

Jughead's POV:
I woke up and saw Betty on couch reading a book.

"Hey!" she exclaimed and closed her book. I smiled, "Hey." I responded.

I looked at my phone and saw it was 3:00. "Shoot." I got out of  bed and grabbed my bag.

"What Jug?" she asked me. I put the shirts in my bag.

"My dad... he's going to be mad that I'm late home from school."

She got up and stood right in front of me, "Jug, no. You're not going back there." she said.

"Betty I have to, I'm going to get hit worse if I never come home tonight." I replied.

She nodded, "Okay, call me when your home and we can talk." she said.

"Okay, Betts." I replied and went down the ladder and ran home.

Once I got to the trailer, I slowly opened the door and peaked in. There my dad was sitting on the sofa, drunk as can be.

"Where have you been, boy!?" he yelled. I closed the door and didn't answer.

He got up and shoved me up against the wall, "Where have you been!" he yelled into my face.

"At the B- blue and gold... with b-betty." I stammered.

"With a girl, huh?" He questioned.

I nodded. He then slapped me, "No girls!"

"Dad, it's Betty Cooper. Don't you remember her?"  I asked him.

"The one that left you... yeah, I remember her." he said.

He then kicked me in the stomach, "Get out of here, I don't wanna see you." Then, he punched me in the face, "Leave." he finally said.

I grabbed my bag and left. I was in so much pain. I walked to the treehouse and climbed up the ladder. Once I got in there, I didn't even realize Betty was still there. I sat on the couch and cried. I felt someone sit next to me and hold my hand, "Juggie?" Betty asked.

I wiped my tears, "I'm fine, I didn't realize you were still here... sorry." I said to her.

"Juggie, why are you holding your stomach?" she asked me. I didn't say anything, "Was it your dad?" she whispered. I didn't say anything  again. So, she lifted up my shirt to reveal a purple and red bruise on my stomach. "Jug..." she said and gently touched it, "I'll go get some stuff from my house." she said and kissed my forehead. I nodded and laid down.

Betty was always this affectionate with me. We were always just so close that we would kiss on the cheek and snuggle.

Once she got back, she had ice packs. She pulled up my shirt again and gently placed it on my bruise.

"Thanks, Betty." I said and she smiled slightly.

"Shouldn't we tell somebody?" she asked me.

"I'm not sure." I replied.

"We should, you don't deserve this." she said, "Your eye looks okay, though." she said and rubbed her thumb gently against the bruise.

"Thanks for everything, but shouldn't you get home?" I asked her.

"Yeah, are you sure your going to be okay here?" She asked me.

"I'm sure." I replied. She came over and kissed my cheek.

"Goodnight." I said.

"Night." she whispered as she went down the ladder.

I was at my breaking point. I never felt so alone. Maybe Betty was right. Maybe I should tell someone, but what if it goes wrong?

After today, I realized something. My dad was a very dangerous person, and I loved Betty. I love Betty Cooper.