Unconditional Love - Bughead Oneshots

The Gang Leaders

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This one shot includes rape. It's not exclipt, the action is not described but it is mentioned. So please if you are uncomfortable with this, don't read it.

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Betty's POV

"Do you have a death wish or something Jones!" I yell across the bar when the leader of The South Side Serpents walks in.

He keeps a lazy smile on his face as he shrugs and makes his way to the bar. "Depends on the day."

I roll my eyes. "What do you want?"

"We need to talk." His tone of voice went from playful to serious.

"What could be so important that you come onto my territory?"

He crosses his arms, "It's about the Thorns." He tells me, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"Follow me."

We walk up the stairs, down the hallway, and into my office.

"What about them?" I ask, sitting down behind my desk.

He leans against the window. "I've heard rumors that they plan on attacking the White Worm, then here."

I lean back and cross my arms. "Rumors are just that, rumors."

"Yeah, but I had an inside source confirm it." He tells me. "They plan on attacking tomorrow night."

"What do you get by telling me this?" I questioned.

"I figure that if we join forces, take out the Thorns, then it benefits us both."

"That's not the worst idea you've ever had Jones." I stand back up and open my office door. "Come back tomorrow morning, and we'll plan out the attack."

He nods his head before walking out of the office. "Pleasure doing business with you Cooper."

I smirk at him. "Wish I could say the same to you."

He chuckles quietly before walking out of the building.

Jughead's POV

I was sitting on my couch, watching the TV when I heard a faint knock on the door. I walked across the tiny living room of the trailer and opened the door and what stood waiting for me on the other side left me shocked. "Cooper?" I asked quietly. There was a dazed look in her eyes, her clothes were ripped in random places, her lip had split and there was dry blood on her mouth, and I could see bruises forming on her exposed skin. She was swaying and looked like she was about to pass out. I caught her in my arms and she looked up at me. "Y-you were the closest and I-I didn't kno-know where else t-to go." She stuttered out before losing all consciousness and going limp in my arms.

I carried her over to my couch and put her down on it. Then, I grabbed a washcloth from under my bathroom sink and wet it with warm water. I pushed her unruly blonde hair away from her face and gently washed the dried blood away. She looked absolutely terrible and I had this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. I later realized that that feeling was I wanted to kill whoever had done this to her.

Her clothes were torn apart so I grabbed a shirt from my room. I carefully, as not to wake her, took off her black top, which was only staying on her by a few threads, and her jeans, which the button had been ripped off of. I slipped my shirt onto her then covered her up with a blanket.

My leg bounced as I sat on the chair next to her, waiting for her to wake up. I wanted to beat someone up but I needed to know who. Two hours passed before she started to move around. I crouched down next to her and put my hands on her shoulders. "Betty." I whispered, shaking her slightly, "Betts wake up."