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Gladys leaving (Part 1)

The door slammed. Jughead, with his back pressed against the wall, teeth clenched, watched his mother pace the room, throwing bottles, papers and random items of clothing its a tattered suit case. He had to get a grip, they'd be safer this way. Jellybean was out in the car, he could still hear her banging on the locked doors, she didnt understand. This was for the best.

Trying to distact himself, he creeped foreward, placing his hand on his mother's arm, trying to get a look at her eyes.

"Can I- Is there anything..." he trailed off, eyes moving to the floor, playing with the zip of his jumper. He felt stupid now, childish. He had to be stronger than this. "Ill go and-"

"Dont make this worse than it already is", Gladys snapped, folding a child sized t-shirt over and over in her trembling hands. She didnt look up, her blood shot eyes blank.

"I just want to- im ok with this, you know, i think its best for JB, and for you, safer", he mumbled, trying to meet her eyes, trying to take her hand. She pulled away, crouhing down next to the open chest of drawers, pulling things out, throwing them onto the floor.

"You think this is easy for me?" she whispered, anger lacing her words

"No, no im just-"

"You're not hepling, go and say goodbye to your sister".

"When will I see you again?" Jughead murmered, bitting down on his fingers, leaving red lines imprinted on his skin.

"Dont do that, you're not a baby anymore, you've got to be the man of the house now-", she faltered, turning away again, a single tear falling.

"Dads still here, he'll-".

"You really think he's going to take care of you, ou think this is all going to get better, you think me and JB are ever coming back!", folding her arms over her cest she swung round into the cramped bathroom, the doorframe rattling behind her.

Jughead kept his glassy eyes fixed on the floor, he felt sick. His mind was so loud he could hardly hear the wracking sobs comming through the wall. The door flew open. Tensing he stood up straighter, turning to face the wall. He felt his mum linger, open her mouth, turn away, close the door softly behind her. With the sound of the spluttering engine, the spin of worn out wheels, they were gone.

Jughead sunk into himself, muscles losening. He swallowed hard, bitting the insede of his cheeck. Everything had gone down hill, his dad. The drinking, late nights out bleeding into early mornings, the shouting. Jelly Bean hated it. When she heard the screach of tires, the lights pearsing through the blinds, shed crawl into his bed, grabbing onto his shirt. Jughead would wrap his arms round her, pulling her further onto the matress, waiting for her to fall asleep again. She never did. This was for the best. This was his responsibility now, he couldnt let them down.

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Hey, a bit shorter this time, this is going to be 2 or 3 parts long so hopefully that makes up for it. If you guys have any suggestions for oneshots id definately give them a try, leave a comment at the bottom if youve got any ideas :)