Jughead Jones imagines

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This is another request, for @Shannon1300. Hope you enjoy it! Side note: you can request anything and everything here, we don't judge,so everyone feel free to request. It really makes my day! :)

Request: Shannon1300                                                                                               Warnings: language, domestic abuse.                                                                           Word count: 810

Third person:

There are many words to describe FP Jones; lonesome, depressed, frustrated, confused... But if Jughead had to choose just one, it would be terrifying. For you see Jugheads father was a drunk ,and not the happy kind. Each night differed, some nights he would simply yell. Others he would fall asleep, the worse though. The worst were the nights when he became violent. Unfortunately one particular Thursday night was one of those nights, Jughead was sat alone in his bedroom typing away on his laptop when the sound of the trailer door hitting the wall echoed throughout the once silent house.

"Where the fuck are you, you dissapointment?" An obnoxious voice called before a angry and clearly drunk F.P stumbled into the room. Jughead cringed as he silently closed his laptop and stood up to face his father.

"Dad, you're home late." He stated calmly trying to calm his nerves. 

"What did you just say to me?" F.P slurred, anger evident in his tone.

"Dad, you're drunk. Go get some sleep." Jughead tried before his father pushed him backwards.

"Don't touch me! You're the reason your mother left and took Jellybean with her!" He screamed as Jughead grew angry.

"No dad, you're the reason they left. Mum didn't feel safe around you anymore so she left, taking my little sister with her!" Jughead fought back taking a few strides towards his father and pointing a finger towards his chest.

"That's it!" F.P let out a scream of frustration as he lunged towards Jughead, grabbing him by the neck and slamming him against the wall. He clawed at the hand holding him there and his father finally let go. However before he could fully recover F.P had already lifted his fist.

Jughead cried out as he fell to the floor clutching his now aching cheek. But F.P didn't stop there, punch after punch was delivered as Jughead soon became a weeping mess trying to shield himself from the abuse his father was sending his way.

"Dad, dad! Stop! Please..." He cried lifting his arms in a weak attempt to shield his face as he curled in to the corner of the room.

Shannon, Jugheads girlfriend, had been making her way to Jugheads trailer as she felt like a late night cuddle when she suddely got a terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach. Running the rest of the way to Jugheads trailer, she burst through the door to hear cries of pain coming from the bedroom. Rushing through the door she was met with the horrific sight of her boyfriend laying curled in a corner bloody and bruised as his father continued to abuse him. 

"Stop! Oh my God, stop!" She cried lunging forwards to shield Jughead from his poor exuse of a father. Jughead was weeping as his father sent a disgusted look her way. 

"Get out of my way you bitch!" He spat as she threw her arms out in an attempt to shield Jughead even more. He lifted his fist in an attempt to hit her but stopped shortly after she spoke.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. You see, all I have to do is go to the police with  a bruise on my face and I have the right to file a restraining order on you." She spoke with such confidence even Cheryl would have been impressed. A cry of frustration left F.P's lips as he stormed out of the trailer, making sure to slam every door he passed through. 

"Thank God, Jug baby are you okay?" She worried, crouching down to tend to his injuries. She led him over to the bed and grabbed the first aid kit, proceeding to clean any cuts on his face, arms and legs. 

"Ahh, that stings!" Jughead hissed as she pressed the rubbing alcohol to a cut on his left cheek. 

"I can't help that, this is the last one anyway." Shannon soothed, placing the first aid kit back where she found it and laying back with Jughead on the bed.

"Thank you baby, I don't know what I would've done without you tonight." Jughead thanked as Shannon curled into his chest. 

"It was nothing baby, I love you. So, so much. Just remember that okay." She instructed letting out a yawn.

"I won't babe, I love you too." Jughead yawned before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep thinking about how he was saved.

Omg, I am so sorry that took so long! My device got lost and I only just found it today! I hope you enjoyed this Shannon! Bye Angels! Xx