The King and Queen of Riverdale

Chapter Two

Betty POV

I went into the house before I could upset my father any more than I already have. As the youngest child I was made to have the smallest bedroom. But when I went into the room, it was larger than my old room and had a window seat. I started to unpack my bed sheets and pillows to make it homier. I had bought with me some scatter cushions and put them on the window seat. The only thing I had in my room was my bed. The moving van was coming tomorrow with the rest of our stuff.

As I looked outside my window into the garden, I saw that there was a window facing mine. It just so happened to be the boy that was looking at me earlier. He waved and I waved back. But then I heard the tell-tale sound of heavy boots coming up the stairs. I thought to myself" please don't come in here"! My door swung open and hit the wall. I saw the look on my father's face and immediately looked down at the floor.

"Look at me" he said in a venomous tone. I looked up and he grabbed my face and said "if I see you looking at that boy again, it won't just be a slap you get, you'll get a beating. You understand?" I nodded. That's when I felt a sharp sting on my cheek. "Do you understand me, Elizabeth?"

"Yes sir" I replied. He stormed out of the room and banged the door shut. My brother Charles walked in and sat on my bed. "Why can't you just try and not anger him Betty?"

"It's not like I try and do it on purpose Charles! You have no idea what it's like. The black sheep of the family, the runt of the litter. I try and be so perfect and I just fail every time!" That's when Polly walked in and said "you should try harder if you want to be dads favourite Betty! But we all know you never will be. You're just a pathetic little girl who no one loves."

I tried my best to keep calm but I felt my hand ball up in a fist and connected with her face. The look of shock on everyone's faces told me I was in trouble.