We all Need Someone to Save Us- Beronica

"Slut"

A/N: Hey peeps! So, I've been a busy bee lately. I started my Depression/Cutting Poetry book, reopened Riverdale's Resident gay chat, and of course read a bunch of stuff! I might start a public reading list since I'm more open about things on this acc now. Anyways, hope you enjoy the new chapter! 

TRIGGER WARNING: GRAPHIC MENTIONS AND SCENES OF RAPE, SUICIDE, AND SELF HARM

Betty's POV:

Flashback Oct. 31, 2016(Just over 4 years previously)

I laughed at his stupid joke and we sat there in the backyard of the house Cheryl and I shared. We had only just begun to share Thornhill about a month ago, when my parents and hers decided that we were such 'despicable, irresponsible, shameful children', as they had phrased it, that they should team up to raise Cheryl and I. Either way, Thornhill was the perfect Halloween location.

I'm spending this 'spooky' night with none other than my best friend Archie Andrews. I love him like a brother. Although, from what I've been seeing from him lately, I'm not so sure he feels the same. It seems like he has been dropping hints, but I've avoided them because he does not yet know my sexuality is actually lesbian. 

"Hey Betty, I need to tell you something." He looks nervous and I felt my heart rate spike because I knew what was coming. When I nod, he continues, "I- I really like you as like more than a friend and I was wondering if maybe you would like to go out with me?" I knew my face had been drained of color and I sighed. "I'm sorry Archie, but I don't like you in that way." 

Fear floods my emotions as a terrifying expression appears on his face. It is of the upmost rage and then a twisted smile spreads wide in his expression. He grabs my shoulder and the back of my neck and says, "Maybe this will change your mind." He yanks me into a kiss. I manage to push him off of me, but the victory was short lived and out of nowhere I feel myself being flipped onto my back.

A sharp pain shoots through the back of my head as I crash into the hard ground. I'm disoriented for a second and next thing I know there are hands running over my body, one pinning my arms down above my head and the other pushing up my shirt. I scream as he bites down on my skin brutally, drawing blood.

His hand then traveled to my pants, I begged him to stop, but he had already undone the buttons and was pulling the pants down my legs. My eyes started to sting and tears leaked out. "Please Archie! Archie! Please! Please stop!" I whined through my panting. I was crying so hard that my whole body was shaking. 

Then, I felt his hand on my most personal region of my body and I only cried harder. Pain ran through my right cheek as he slapped me. "YOU AREN'T EVEN WET? YOU BITCH! Oh well, this is on you." I screamed the loudest yet as he slipped inside me. The pain was unreal, I couldn't believe that my childhood best friend, a guy that I loved like a brother, was doing this to me now.

I don't know how much time had passed before it was over, but a warm liquid being released inside of me alerted me that it was done. Archie stood up leaving me there and not too long after, Cheryl came outside holding a tray with some sort of drink on it. As soon as she saw me, the tray dropped from her hands and she rushed over to me. "Oh my god Betty?!?!? Are you okay? What happened? Where the hell is Archie?" I couldn't speak, I just cried into her shoulder for another unknown amount of time. 

Cheryl helped me inside and cleaned me up. I was bleeding in between my legs and all over my stomach where he had bit at my skin. My phone buzzed once, then again, and then repeatedly buzzed. I grabbed it off the nightstand and winced as the towel Cheryl was cleaning me with ran over an extremely sore part of my body.

On my phone, a bunch of texts from my friends were coming in talking about how much of a slut I am. I was shocked when I saw the text I got from my other best friend Jughead. "What the hell Betty? I thought we had something and you are over here whoring around with Archie? You absolute slut." There was also a link attached to his message. I clicked on it and it took me to Archie's page on twitter.

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"Who knew Betty was such a freak in the sheets? The little slut was begging for me to fuck her, like damn. Check it out ^"

I turned up the volume on my phone and pressed play on the audio clip, Cheryl now sitting next to me. "Please Archie!" I heard myself whine out. "Archie! Please!"  It was an audio recording of me begging him to stop, but he made it sound like I was begging him to do things to me. The anxiety attack kicked in as I read the comments. "Oh damn. What a slut. Bet she's a kinky bitch too." "Holy shit! Betty of all people? Wow miss perfect girl next store is actually a slut. What a shame!"

Betty's POV:

Current Time(Nov. 10, 2020)

That night I cried myself to sleep and I would for nights to come. Cheryl had held me close and let me cry. That is when I moved into her room, which we still shared to this day. I wouldn't still be alive if it weren't for Cheryl. I just feel so bad for erasing all those efforts. Either way, I couldn't take it anymore.

I put down my pen and went into the bathroom, but not before grabbing the tool wrapped in the scarf. I stood in front of the mirror looking at my sad eyes and broken smile. 

UGLY, WORTHLESS, DISGUSTING

I know, but you are getting what you've wanted all along.

GOOD. DO IT NOW. END IT. NOBODY CARES.

Okay.

I slid the blade across my wrist pushing down hard, going deeper than I had ever gone before.

A/N: Okay, so this chapter was really important but the next chapter is gonna really change things. I was going to put it all in this chapter but it was getting too long. Anyways, have a GAY DAY!