✔︎ The Gang Leaders | Bughead

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲: 𝐈'𝐦 𝐔𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐈𝐭

Third Person POV

Jughead walked into his office and is met with a horrific sight.

"Betty!" He yelled, running over to her aid.

Betty was sitting at his desk, scissors in hand, digging them into he hand.

He hand was covered in blood, stabs and cuts also covering her hand.

He runs up behind he and takes the scissors out of her hand, but she fought back. He then throws them to the other side of the room and wraps his arms around her from the back, shushing her

Her breathing begins to pick up. Jughead notices this and tries what he did that one night.

"Breathe, betts. In... and out. Can you do that for me, please?"

Betty shook her head no.

"Betty, please? Breathe in... and out, okay?"

Eventually, Betty complied and began breathing in and out like jughead told her.

"You're doing so good, I'm so proud of you. It'll all be okay, okay?"

She nods.

After a minute or two, she calms down completely. Tears streaming down her face and blood streaming down her hand.

Jughead moves to her side and sets his hand on hers gently. "I thought we talked about you coming to me when you feel like hurting yourself."

She sobs. "I'm sorry."

"No, no, don't be sorry. You didn't do anything wrong. But next time, tell me and we can avoid this whole situation."

She nods, leaning her head back on the chair.

"Everything just hurts."

He cocks his head, confused. "What do you mean?"

"You, fangs, Toni, everyone hurts! Can I not just go one day when I'm not..." she stammers. "Getting hurt but someone or something?!"

"Betts, I know."

"No, you don't know! I can't anymore! I have no mom, no sister, no dad, no brother, no boyfriend, no best friends, nothing," she sobs, falling into jugheads arms. "I just needed a relief."

Jughead could make a very unnecessary and inappropriate sexual joke here, but he decided not to. Only, she beat him to it.

"Haha, I need a relief. You used to help with that," she smirks.

He chuckles slightly, too, trying to lighten the mood. "Yeah."

"I'm sorry, Jones. I won't do it again."

He nods. "That's good. I'm glad."

"Just... please don't tell anyone."

"Betts, why would I—"

She kissed him.