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I Would Never

Everyone knew that Harold Cooper was a serial killer, and an all-around terrible person. However, almost no one knew what happened behind closed doors, even before all of the Black Hood murders. Even before he became a brutal murderer, Hal was an abusive father and husband. Yet another thing that goes to show that the Coopers weren’t perfect, far from it. 

The only people who knew about this were Alice, Betty, Archie, Veronica, and Jughead. 

But now he was dead, and though the nightmares lingered, Betty was safe.

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    Right now, Betty was upset. It was her and Jughead’s three year anniversary. She had been so excited to make them dinner, watch a movie, and go to bed with the man she loved. 

She was sitting at the kitchen counter, in her blue dress, just waiting for him. She had put away the food after the first 45 minutes had passed. Then it had been two hours. Now it had been three and a half. They had planned to meet at 8:30, now it was midnight.

She debated going to sleep. He would get home when he would get home, see that she was asleep, and get in bed with her. She could yell at him in the morning. But she knew that if she went to bed now, when they woke up in the morning, her anger would be gone and she would forgive him immediately. 

But she had given him so many chances. He had blown her off at least five times in the last three weeks and she was sick of it. He couldn’t even be bothered to show up on their anniversary?

She heard his key turn in the lock on the front door. He walked in.

“I’m home! Sorry, I’m back so late, but the Serpents wanted to hang out at the Wyrm and I-” He trailed off as he saw her sitting there, her face red like she had been crying, which she had. “Betty? What happened? Why are you crying?”

She got up without answering his question. She walked past him and started to walk up the stairs.

“Did I do something wrong?”

She turned around abruptly, with anger in her eyes.

“Happy Anniversary, Jughead,” she said furiously before running up the rest of the stairs to get out of this ridiculous dress she had loved so much this morning.

“Shit,” she heard him say as she closed her closet door behind her.

She changed into her pajamas, which were actually just one of Jughead’s shirts and a pair of shorts. She debated wearing different ones so he knew she was very mad, but she decided against it. These were comfortable and she really needed to feel comfortable right now.

She lay down on her side of the bed, picked up the seventh Harry Potter book, and started to read. Even though she was an adult now, it was still her favorite to read to unwind when she was upset. 

Jughead walked out of his closet, wearing only his boxers.

“Betts, I’m so so sorry, I lost track of time and I-”

Betty got up off the bed.

“And you forgot our anniversary. Three years, Jug. Three years we’ve been together. Does that mean nothing to you? You’re almost four hours late and I don’t want to hear it. How many times have you blown me off recently? To hang out with your Serpent pals. You’re an adult. You shouldn’t be staying out with your friends until midnight on a Thursday. That’s a high school thing to do.”

He frowned. Great, now he was mad too.

“Give me a break, Betty! I’m sorry I forgot, but I’ve had a lot of things on my plate recently, and I work hard every day and-”

“I work every day too, you know!”

“Yeah, but you’re a journalist.”

“Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean?” She was livid.

“That’s not the point! You’re not my mother, you’re my girlfriend, I don’t have to explain myself to you all the time.”

“Well, try some of the time! You’re never here! You never spend time with me anymore. Can you even remember the last time we went on a date?”

“I think this is really selfish of you. I want to hang out with my friends now and then without you and you get all jealous.”

“Jealous? Is that what you think this is? I’m not jealous of your friends, Jughead. I’m asking you not to take me for granted. We live together and I see you for about five minutes every day. I love you! And lately, it seems rather one-sided.”

“Why do you have to be so damn controlling, Betty?! I don’t want to come home very late just to be yelled at. I’m tired!”

“Well, I’m tired of your bullshit!”

There was visible anger in his eyes as he took a step towards her. She thought she recognized that type of anger from right before her father would hit her. Forgetting her anger momentarily, Betty’s eyes widened and she cowered away from him, flinching. She closed her eyes and shook, so used to waiting for that blow to come across her face. It didn’t come. She opened her eyes.

Jughead was standing there, realizing her thoughts, looking horrified with himself. His eyes softened. He stepped toward her again, but again she stepped away. The anger was gone, but she was still scared. She hadn’t felt that way since her dad had died.

“Baby-”

“Don’t, Jughead, we’ll talk in the morning.”

She lay down once more on her side of the bed, facing away from his side. She saw him turn off the lights and felt the bed sag as he climbed into bed with her. 

“Betty?”

“What?” she asked in a small voice, still facing away from him.

“Can you please turn around?”

She sighed and turned to face him. He stared into her green eyes with his piercing blue ones.

“I don’t want to wait until the morning. I don’t want you to be scared of me, Betty. I would never, ever lay a hand on you, and I’m so sorry if I made you feel that way. I promise that no one will ever hit you again, now that he’s dead. I’m even more sorry that I missed our anniversary. I felt guilty when I remembered, and instead of owning up to it, I just yelled at you. I’m a lousy boyfriend. Please don’t ever think that I don’t love you, because I do, so much. I know that I’ve been absolutely terrible to you recently, and you deserve so much better,” He took a deep breath and sighed, “I don’t want to say this, but I understand if you want to-”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence, Jughead Jones,” she interrupted him, “I love you too,” she paused, “Asshole.”

“I deserve that, and I know you have every right to be mad. I can go to sleep on the couch if you want.”

“No, you can stay, just stay on your side of the bed.”

“Of course. Good night, Betts, Happy Anniversary.”

He closed his eyes, still facing her. She watched him for a few seconds. Fuck it, she thought, I’m not sleeping alone on our Anniversary. She moved to his side of the bed, turned around and pulled his arms around her. She felt him readjust around her and pull her closer. She could also literally feel him smirking.

“Oh shut up, I’m just cold.”

“Whatever you say, Princess.”