(Short story)
B E T T Y
After all these year Juggy... my juggie was back.
He was mine again.
"Juggy.."
"Yes baby?" He mumbles into my chest as we lay in my bed
"I love you.." he looks up at me and smiles
"I love you too" he says and plants a kiss on my lips
His hand crosses my cheek as we pull away and look into each other's eyes
"Please don't leave me.."
"I won't baby.. I'm gonna go and tell stone wall I'm leaving" he said and got out of bed.
I sat up and watched him grab his jacket. I follow him out the door.
"Juggy please don't go" I said as he walks back and grabbed me by the waist and pulls me into a long deep and passionate kiss, my arms wrapped around his neck, our tongues glides against each other's,
His hands travel my back. We pull away and rest our forehead against one another's breathlessly, he cresses my cheek "I'm gonna go making things right... you wait okay? Wait for me..I'll be back I promise" he whispers, his hot minty breath hits me as a tear rolled down my cheeks "okay.. I love you"
"I love you" he says and walks to his car and opens it and looks back at me "after this" he says "everything will be how it was supposed to be" he shouts as I smile, he closes the door. I watch him drive off.
Hours goes by, my bed room door open
"Jughead?!"
"Oh betty.." my mom says.
On July 30th 2020 at 8 pm Jughead Jones died..
There I stood at the scene. His body covers in blood
His hands still clenched onto the wheel as they unclenches his hands and pulls his limp body out.
Besides his car sat the other car..the drunk driver.
I stood there... my legs felt weak. Knowing the moment he turned that corner he thought about me.
Knowing his whole life flashes before his eyes...
My bottom lip quiver as I watch them cover his body.. "I love you Jughead Jones.." I mumble under my breath.
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For months I haven't showered. I stood in front of his bedroom and of course it reminded shut..
With a sign "Jughead Jones waz here" I reach for the handle and pushed it open.
I close the door behind me and looked around his room, his drum set collecting dust, his serpent jacket hung on his wall, pictures of his scattered all over his bed.. I bite down on my bottom lip and sat on his bed and picked up a picture of us, it was us at the beach on our 2 anniversary. I smile down at it as a tear falls and drips on it, I let out a shaky breath and a loud and painful sob, "t-this is your daddy's room.." I cried and rubbed my belly as my bottom lip quivers. I feel his presence in the room.. his sent and his arms wrapped around me..
"You promised you'd come back.." I sobbed tasting my salty tears
"Y-you promised me.. you told me to wait.. you told me you'd come back... you never did.." I cried and held his beanie against my chest and sobbed..
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Saturday August 24th 10 pm, Hope Juliet Jones 7lb 5oz was born.
I held her tight and looked at her face and I saw him in her and smiled "hi baby" I said and kissed her head as I felt tears fill my eyes as she smiles.. god.. she looks like him..
My jughead.. he will always be my jughead..Mine..
