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Chapter 2

"William," Betty started her story, making Jughead scrunch up his nose. Of course, he had known the story was going to be about that guy, but he had hoped it wasn't. "So like... Before I got pregnant with Willow, we had been together for like three months or something, right?"

Jughead nodded, letting her continue. "I um... We had sex a couple of times, but... It was never that good. So, on that night, I remember we were at a college party. Toni was somewhere with another guy that Cheryl knew too. And um... I'm not sure what happened," she whispered. With a quiet sniffle, she continued. "I wasn't drunk. I had only drunk one cocktail. But suddenly everything got like dizzy and I remember him leading me upstairs."

Jughead pressed his jaw together, eyes already getting teary. The girl next to him was crying now. "I ached the next morning. I was wearing his shirt," she explained quietly. "I don't know, but... A month later I was pregnant."

Jug's eyes widened. "You... You got pregnant from a raping?" he shuddered, looking at her with horror and sadness in his eyes.

"I think so, yeah," Betty sighed. "Anyway. He worked almost all the time. So it didn't really matter where I stayed. He paid me to get all the pregnancy stuff done... He never even came to the hospital with me."

"Betts," Jughead's voice broke.

"Let me finish," she pleaded, squeezing her eyes shut and lowering her head. "After the birth, you usually can't have sex for a few weeks. I don't know, I had problems and I kept bleeding, so the doctor told me not to do it for a few months, or I could catch an infection... William was... Well. Him. He was impatient and he kept yelling at me to get myself together," she cried, a quiet sob escaping her throat. "So... Two weeks ago. He did it again."

Jughead felt like beating somebody up. He felt like beating him up. He wanted to kick the shit out of him and cut his throat open. The thoughts scared him, but there didn't exist a limit where he wouldn't go for Betty. That bastard had hurt her. So much.

"There were no drugs," she cried. "He held me down. I remember everything..." She looked up at him with her broken eyes all puffy and red. "I thought I was strong, Juggie. I thought I was strong enough to get him off. But I wasn't."

"God, Betty," Jughead breathed, not knowing what to say or do, not even daring to touch her right now.

"He was at work when I woke up. I was bleeding worse than before and--" a sob stopped the sentence, Jughead finally able to move. His arm moved around her shoulders and gently pulled her to sit on his lap, letting her nuzzle her face into the crook of his neck. "I went to my doctor," she explained, her lips moving against his neck. Jughead tried his best to hold the goosebumps back. "She asked me why I had sex and I had no choice but to tell her," she cried. "She got me a certification that I was infected and I went to the police and told them everything and now I have full custody of Willow." she cried.

"And when he had a long day at work, I just packed the most important things and I took all the money I had saved and came here..." By that point, she was staring at the ground through her blurry eyes again. "My car is full of boxes. But I'm not brave enough to tell anybody."

"Baby," Jughead sighed, crying himself. "Why haven't you told anybody? Why did you keep being with him? You should've come away after the very first time when you got pregnant," Jughead asked with a painful tone. He had always loved her body and, well, her in general. He had no idea how somebody was able to hurt her like that and just move on. She was still the strongest girl he had ever known.

"I felt so weak," she cried. "And I wasn't really sure about what had happened at that party. I decided that when something like this happens again, I'll go. I needed a place to stay beside the dorm... But... When I found out I was pregnant, it changed."