Not a Victim

Sinner

I walked through the hallways of my school, completely and utterly exhausted. I barely heard the whispers and rumors from other people as I trudged to my locker which had 'sinner' written on it in red ink. Or maybe blood. I couldn't tell, my nose was already so clouded with the smell of blood that I could smell nothing but it. This was how everything had been since my father was revealed to be the black hood. Grey and depressing. I shoved all my stuff into my locker and made my way to the lounge for free period.

I smiled at Jughead when I got there. Waiting patiently with my friends on the couches. As least I had him, and Veronica, and Archie. At least that hadn't been taken away. I went and sat down by Jughead.

"Hey Betty." He looked at me concerned.

"You look exhausted B..." Veronica said.

Everything felt blurry. "Hm? Oh yeah, I just haven't gotten that much sleep lately." They looked at me concerned. My phone chimed and I unlocked it. 'Go to hell slut' it read from an unknown number. I just sighed and turned my phone off. I had gotten used to these constant messages of hate. But could I really blame them? My father had killed countless people. Innocent people.

"Who was that?" Jughead asked glancing at my phone.

"Oh, just my mom. She wanted to know what I wanted for dinner tonight," I lied. I wished that the message was from my mom. I wished my mom would just say something to me. Anything to me. But ever since the black hood, she had been drinking more, and sleeping a lot. I was fairly sure she wasn't even home at the time, she probably went to the farm with Polly. I was all alone.

All my friends looked at me concerned. The bell rang for us all to go to our next classes. I stood up and headed off to mine. On my way Chuck and some of the football team stopped us.

"What's up slut?" He asked me. I sighed. "Come to find more victims for your dad to kill. Oh wait, he's in jail. Never mind, you'd probably just kill them for him..."

I ignored him and tried to shove past. "Hey where you going?" He smiled at me and cornered me up next to a locker. I gulped. Everyone else had already made it to class, I was all alone. Chuck kissed me and one of his friends took a picture. Chuck pulled away and slammed his fist into my stomach I fell to the ground  and vomited.

"Sent," his friend said satisfied. I looked at him confused.

"To Jughead and your friends. Now they'll all now what a slut you are." I closed my eyes tightly and the rest of the football team had a go at me. Punching and kicking me until I was sure I looked barely human.

They finally left and I struggled to keep my eyes open. I stood up, wincing at the immense pain shooting through my body. I grabbed my backpack and threw it over my shoulder, walking out of the school. I knew my friends would never believe I cheated, but I also didn't want them- or anyone else- to see me like this. Weak. Especially when I wasn't anything close to a victim. Not after everything my father put people through.

I slowly walked home ignoring the thousands of messages my phone was probably getting. I finally arrived to my house seeing the dark windows. When I went inside I realized I was right. I was all alone, my mother had left. But I couldn't really blame her, anywhere was better than this hell hole.

I dropped my backpack and trudged up the stairs. When I finally sat on my bed I checked my phone. 'Wow slut really?' A bunch of unknown numbers had texted me. But then there were the ones from Archie, Veronica, and Juggy. 'Really how could you do that to Jughead?' I looked at the text confused. It was from Archie. Why would he even think I cheated? He also sent a picture of Chuck kissing me. It was edited making it look like I was smiling when I definitely wasn't.