Bughead OneShots (Smut/Fluff)

Lifeline (Fluff)

⚠️Trigger Warning (Abuse)⚠️
Jughead Pov:
I grunted as I slumped against the wall, flinching before my dad deliver another right hook to my face. There's another black eye. He had repeatedly punched and kicked me in the stomach, straightening as I winced in pain. "That should teach you a lesson, Boy. Never defy me again! UNDERSTAND?!", he shouted, gripping my face as he did so. I nodded quickly, tears welling up in my eyes.

He let go of my face aggressively before he just out and left the trailer. I let out a sigh, both relieved and terrified for my life as a few tears escaped my eyes. This hadn't been the first time. This, in fact, was fairly common of my father, being the drunk that he was. I had gotten home late from Pop's with Betty. He didn't appreciate that.

I trembled as I thought of what might happen to me if this continued. I needed help. I didn't want to call the cops yet, somehow believing that he might change. But I did need help. I needed to call my lifeline; my anchor.

I slowly got up, holding the wall behind me for support. I groaned, grasping my stomach with my other arm as I limped to the other side of the room to my phone. This one, I knew, would be harder to cover up for him.

I slumped back down onto the couch, lifting up my phone to dial her number. It rang twice before she picked up. "Jug, hey! What's up? Is everything okay?", Betty asked sweetly. "I- I um... Betty, I need help. Can you come to the trailer? Please?", I said in a soft voice, knowing it would hurt if I spoke any louder. "Of course. Whatever you need, Jug. I'm on my way. Give me 10 minutes.".

Soon enough, the trailer door swung open, and my blonde beauty looked around. It didn't take her long before she spotted me, and her eyes widened when she did. "Oh my God! Jug! What the hell happened!?", she said, a look of shock and deep concern on her face.

"Oh. Uh. It was that damn bike again. I fell off of it.", I responded. She gave me a look of question. "Jug, don't lie to me. You had just gotten home 5 minutes before you called me. I don't believe that you went for a ride around the neighborhood in that period of time. Besides, you tell me the same thing every other week. What. The. Hell. Happened?", she whispered, stroking my cheek.

I winced slightly, taking a deep breath before hunching over in pain again. She sat up straighter, confused at why I would flinch when I breathed. Before I couldn't do anything to stop her when she lifted up my shirt and gasped. "JUG! You did NOT get these wounds from your bike. Your ribs are probably broken!", she exclaimed. "Y-You're right, Betts. I've been lying to you t-this whole time.". Tears began spilling out of my eyes.

She sat down next to me, carefully grabbing my face and pulling it into her chest. I wanted to hug back, but it was too painful. She pulled away, looking deep into my eyes. "Jug... Does your dad...". I nodded. "Yeah, Betts. M-My dad h-hits me. It's the same every time I 'get hurt on my bike'.", I whispered, slightly ashamed, making quotation marks with my fingers as I told her.

Her eyes mirrored mine as tears streamed down her face as well. "Oh, Jug. I'm so sorry.", she sobbed. I was about to comfort her before she shot up, shaking her head rapidly. "I'll have time to cry with you later. First, we need to clean and bandage these wounds of yours.".

She left to the bathroom, coming back within a few minutes with bandages, ointments, and a ton of other shit that she would use every time she took care of me after I'd been abused. She kneeled in front of me, pouring rubbing onto a cotton pad before using it to clean my face. She caressed my hand as she did so, seeing as neither of them had been hurt.

"For your torso injury, I think we need to go to the hospital, Jug. You could be internally bleeding.", she said, looking into my eyes worriedly. "I- um. I don't want them to know that I'm being abused, Baby. My dad... What if he comes to his senses? We could just forget that any of this happened.". Her expression suddenly turned into a look of astonishment. "Jug, are you serious? YOU COULD DIE! We're going to the damn hospital. And if your dad changes, he can do it in prison. I'm not letting him hurt you again, not if I have anything to do about it.", she remarked, borderline scolding me. She leaned in, kissing me quickly before calling for an ambulance.

The doctors at the hospital checked me for any internal injuries. I did, in fact, have a broken rib (which they couldn't do anything about), but thankfully, my father hadn't managed to inflict any internal bleeding on me. Betty cried, holding my head and rubbing it as she did so.

The next day, the cops came to my house to ask us about my abuser; my father. They arrested him as soon as they possibly could, seeing how severe my injuries were, and after Betty had told them about how long she'd been coming over to help. He went to prison after we went to court, him being found guilty.

Betty was always there to protect me, and I couldn't be more grateful. If it weren't for her, I probably would've been abused until the day I moved out. But thanks to Betts, I was able to move on and live a better life with her and her family, who took me in. Thanks to my girlfriend, my life no longer felt like a prison. Thanks to my lifeline, I could be happy again.

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