Jellybean Jones

Chapter 65: Déjà Vu

This chapter is explicit af -Bria

Jellybean POV
I tried to scream. I tried to kick. I tried to fight back. But please put an emphasis on the word 'tried'. Because trying just wasn't enough. I was too small, too weak. My body gave up. I felt tears leave my eyes and wet the gag shoved lazily into my mouth. I couldn't see. I didn't know where I was. Penny hadn't been alone, there had been a man, a man wearing face paint and a creepy ass mask with her. He was the one carrying me now.

I'm sure we were in the school, but my vision was clouded by his black sleeve, the loosely hanging fabric pooling around my eyes. I miraculously managed to wriggle one of my arms free and backhand him across his face. He dropped me on the ground, whether it was out of shock or rage, I wasn't sure, but before I could get to my feet and book it to the gym, I was grabbed again. But not only was I grabbed, the strange man now had a switch blade held daintily in his hand.

The unoccupied hand grasped me around the waist, his arm wrapping around my hips, pulling me forward. Peabody was out of sight now, probably getting to a vehicle. All too suddenly, we were outside. The knife was pointed at me now, a muffled scream barely made it out of my lips. "Dad! Daddy!" I tried repeatedly to yell. "It's his fault you're here, sweet thing." The man said seductively. "He didn't help the snake charmer." He continued. All of the remaining colour flooded from my face, leaving me paler than normal. He ripped the gag out of my mouth. The man grabbed me by the back of the head, fingers intertwined in my hair, and pulled me close to him.

I shut my eyes, knowing what was coming next. He pushed his filthy lips against my soft ones and sloppily made out with me. I pushed away from him harder than ever and collapsed to the ground. I was left speechless, feeling defeated. Sobs erupted from my freshly kissed mouth. "Help me please, help me." I cried, but no one could help me now. I was all alone.

Jughead POV
Five more minutes passed. Everybody was gone now apart from Mr. Cassidy. He emerged from backstage all of a sudden, looking very panicked. "She's not with you?" He asked frantically as he approached us. "What'd you mean?" I asked worriedly. I was ignored and Dad pushed me out of the way. "Where the hell is my daughter?" He asked, his voice strangely calm but intimidating at the same time.

"I don't know. I looked everywhere, everywhere. I just, I hoped maybe I hadn't seen her come out." Mr. Cassidy explained, an edge of sadness lacing his voice. All of a sudden, all of the colour left my Father's face. "Penny." He whispered. A sharp breath escaped my lips. 'I'm taking it.' she had said. 'It' had been my sister. "Jughead, c'mon." Dad snapped. I hurried after him as he broke out in a run, trying desperately to get to the truck. I followed closely behind. But no matter how fast we ran, no matter what we did, the damage had already been done. Jellybean had already been hurt.

Jellybean POV
He left me on the ground for quite some time, allowing me to cry, allowing me to try, and fail, to scream. He had pushed the gag back into my mouth after he was through with me. He lit a cigarette and took a drag, leaving the smell of nicotine lingering in the cold night air. Just as soon as he had lit it, he dropped it unceremoniously to the ground and stepped on it with his booted foot. "Come on." He said gruffly. I didn't move, my body felt paralyzed. "Get up." He snapped. I remained still. "Get your ass off the ground before I do it myself!" He yelled.

I wanted to move, I wanted to run away, but I couldn't. The man slapped me, whipping my head to the side. I cried out pathetically. Memories of my Mother, Ryan and Jackson came rushing into my mind as if a dam had been holding them back, but the dam broke. A simple slap to the face broke the dam I had worked so hard to build.

He pulled me roughly to my feet and shoved me forward, we were in the back parking lot. A little ways forward, I could see a white van. The same kind of white van they tell you to run away from. The back was pushed open and Penny herself hopped to the ground. She met us in the middle and placed a finger on my chin. I bit it, but regretted this action immediately. She punched me on the cheek, the brass knuckles on her fingers leaving deep gashes. The pain was almost unbearable.