Bughead Oneshots

Wrong One (Part 4)

WARNING: This chapter contains physical abuse (not rape), severe bullying, cheating (in relationships), and swearing. You have been warned.

"Sweet, sweet revenge."

Betty's P.O.V.

"Oh, my God," I breathed.

"Are you okay, Betty?" Toni asked. "I mean, I know you just slept with Jughead, but you seemed to really love Chuck, and—"

"No, Toni," I said. "I hate Chuck."

Confusion overtook her face as those words stumbled out of my lips.

I explained everything to her about what Chuck did to me, and by the time I finished, Toni didn't look too sorry for me anymore.

"That stupid bitch," she spat.

"I fully agree with you," Jug said.

"We have to do something about him."

"Like what?" I asked.

Toni's eyes suddenly widened with realization, glittering, a mischievous glare. "I've got it," she said.

* * *

Three days later . . .

I knocked on Chuck's front door, replaying the plan in my head. When he opened the door and smiled at me, I forced a smile back.

Relax, Betty, I thought to myself. This will all be over soon. Just stick to the plan.

"Hey, babe," I said as I walked in past him.

"Have you been eating?" was the first thing out of his mouth after her closed the door.

His dad was at the school helping the football team practice for an upcoming game, and his mom was out of town for a business meeting, so that meant it was just us two.

"N-no," I fake stammered. "Of c-course n-not."

"You lying shit!" he roared.

He raised a hand, balled it up into a fist, and rammed it into the side of my face. I fell back onto the floor.

"Ch-Chuck—"

He grabbed me by the ponytail and lifted me up, then latched on to the collar of my shirt.

"Listen here, fat bitch," he growled. "You will not eat. If I tell you to do something, you do it. And now, I'm telling you to lose some weight. You hear me, you little shit?"

Tears sprung to my eyes, but I nodded.

"Good," he said, dropping me to the floor. "Now leave. I don't want to see your face, you fat ass."

I scrambled up off the floor and raced out of his house.

"Hey!" he called after me.

I turned around, still only on his front lawn.

"Not a word to anybody about this. Got it?"

I nodded.

"And walk. I don't want people to get suspicious."