Behind Mansion Walls

6: Run

Chapter six: Run

Jughead walks into the trailer, he immediately hears shouting; the voice belonged to his mother. He wanted to run, run as fast as he could. He tried to but his arm was snagged into by his mother's angry strength.

"Forsythe!" Gladys roars, tightening her grip on his arm. He tried to break free," Uh uh, you get your ungrateful ass over here!"

He flashes a look to his father, FP finally gained the courage to argue back," Gladys... why don't you just let him go..." He tries to stop the fight before t got any worse.

Her eyes flared in his direction," Shut up, FP! This is between me and my son!" She barked back harshly, causing Jellybean and Jughead to wince.

Her words rocked his body, she looked like she was going to kill him. She grabbed him, pulled him tightly toward and held a knife to his throat," I heard you told your rich friend!" FP gulped nervously as the blade pressed closer to his throat.

"I-I-I—" Jughead was cut off by a shove and he fell to the ground with his hands out to catch his fall," You what?! I'll tell you what you did, you just made mom very angry!"

FP tried to intervene," Baby.... why don't you just calm down..." he suggested gently, trying to give Jughead a chance to escape.

She laughed harshly," CALM DOWN?! You want me to calm down! Well my son needs to be punished!" She threatens.

JB stood, tears in her fragile eyes and she hoped for a break. Her mother abused her, dad and Jughead. She's afraid what will happen if Gladys gets madder. Nobody. I mean nobody wants to see that.

"Mommy, please let Juggie go!" She begged, tears pooling in her eyes.

The next thing she knows is the room darkened, Jughead broke free, sprinted around the house, while Gladys chased after him with a knife held tightly in her grasp.

"Mom, p-please don't!" Jughead begged as the knife was raised and hurled towards his stomach. "Ahhhh!" He cries out as the blade penetrates his skin and slices through his stomach.

He falls to ground, nearly screaming from all the pain, she bent down and wiped a tear away with her fingers. She leaned in closer and smiles sickly.

He screams out in agony as the sharp blade was retrieved and Gladys smirked," That will teach you to be quiet."

She disappears into the kitchen, whipping open the fridge and popping the top off and drank the liquid clean from the bottle.

Meanwhile, FP charges to catch his falling son, scooped him up into his arms, ignoring the blood soaking through his white sleep shirt. He brushed his shaky hands through his son's hair. His crown beanie had fallen off at some point during the struggle.

"No,no, you've been mistaken!" He heard his wife screech as Tom Keller and his officers came into arrest Her. "They abuse me!"

Tom snarled back, "Save your lies, your daughter told us everything and you're going to the big house for a long time." He opened the squad, shoving her in the back and slammed the door; ignoring her useless excuses.

FP sighed in relief, Jughead started to blink his eyes. He leaned closer to his son and heard him murmuring," I-l love you and J-Jellybean.... I-i—"

"No, no, don't close your eyes!" He shouted cutting off Jughead. Tears streamed down his face and he grabbed the slides of his son's face. "I need you, don't leave me, Juggie!" He pleas as his son's eyes flicker shut.

Once they rushed him to emergency surgery, He pulls out his phone and dials a number from his son's phone.
Jellybean nodded off next to him and he looked down and smiled faintly before the phone picks up his call.

"Hello?"

Fred slowly appears from the door, FP gets up quickly from the chair aside his son's hospital bed. It had been a few days since he was stabbed. His doctor said there was a complication. When the knife entered it tore his spleen, also bruised his kidneys from the previous beatings.

The doctor said he was lucky he even survived from all his injuries.

"Hey." Fred said softly as FP closed the door and almost looked like he was going to pass out from exhaustion. "Hey... Fred." He hears the exhaustion in his voice.

As they walked to the cafeteria, Fred gently asks if he was okay," No, I'm not okay, Fred. My son was stabbed, nearly died and now is still a coma since he slipped in one while in surgery. So no I'm not okay. I just need my—" He started sobbing loudly and Fred catches him in his arms.

"Shhh, he'll be okay, F. He's strong and he will fight this." He assures his fragile friend as he rubbed his back.

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Hermione seemed relaxed, since Hiram was reaped from the mansion, her nights were quite peaceful. Although, she still had nightmares and Smithers would calm her down. She still chewed on her hair when a door slammed too harshly. Or she would tense up at shouting: even if it was outside.

She checked up on FP last night. He was told his son had suffered complications from the stabbing. She held him when he got the news.

He started to shatter as the doctors explained what happened during surgery." No not my son! He can't—" Hermione immediately pulled him into a tight hug and he just broke down like a waterfall.

She didn't care if he ruined her clothes, his son was in a coma. His son was more important than a stupid piece of clothing.

Alice and Hermione both stayed by him all night, making sure he didn't hurt himself. JB stayed over at Alice's while Hermione and Veronica kept him company at the hospital.

That was a few days ago, She still hasn't received any news or improvements of his condition. She already felt shitty. He told her about the abuse and now Jughead is suffering due to that mistake.

Morning felt frayed by the sun, She and Veronica ate their breakfast slowly as the sun ached their skin. Summer would be approaching, they weren't ready to display their bodies. Too many scars and were still afraid.

Hiram was dead!

When she got that news, her world came to a blissful stop and she just felt a wave of pressure releasing from her shoulders.

Now her life could official be hers again, no more ruling, consequences. All hers and she couldn't wait for it.