the perfect image // bughead

prologue

Her whole life has been about keeping the 'Perfect Image' so to call it. Getting good grades, expensive clothing, good friends, and being a cheerleader because it 'looks good for the image'.

Her mother has ruined her life.

It all started when Betty was four and moved to Riverdale with her sister Polly and her ungrateful bitch of a mother, Alice Cooper.

Alice has ruined her life, completely demolished it.

Betty's sister, Polly, has always been 'better than her'. Perfect, sweet little angel. She's a bitch too. Hangs out with the snotty girls and all the sluts at their high school.

Betty's life had been getting better, but then it dropped when she met him.

He was dark, very unlike her. Dark hair, dark clothing, dark heart, but his eyes. They shined so differently from the rest of him.

But of course, Just when she thought things would get better, he came and made her life shit, once again.

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"I've read many novels in my life, most of them claiming that love was the center of the universe.

That it could heal any damage inside of us.

That it is what we need to survive.

Fom Darcy to Heathcliff, I though they were fools, that love was something fictional. Only found in worn pages of a book.

That all changed when I met my Elizabeth Bennett. I never thought that I would find myself completely and utterly consumed by another until her.

She took my hand and led me out of the darkness and showed me that whatever our souls are made of hers and mine were the same.

You once asked me who I love most in the world. Its you... It will always be you."

He once read by Anna Todd. All the love story's and all the movies drove him absoulutley mad.

Jughead ever really knew love until her. She changed him, and she changed herself.

Her mother changed her, He changed her. Some things were for the good, other's for the bad.

He broke her heart and then expected her to forgive him for all the gruesome and cruel things he had done to her.

Their love was bitter, the good type.

Unexplainable.

She wanted to run but he kept her and held her close.

The sound of her voice breaking when he hurt her.

It killed him. She screamed and yelled, nothing changing until he got to see her eyes, and how much pain was filled within them, even before he hurt her.

She never did tell him her story, always ignored the question, getting a slap or a punch for not answering. It was worth it to her, she didn't want to suffer through telling it again.

Only she was already suffering and too blinded by love to realize it.

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