With You

Old Habits

Jugheads POV:
At the Wyrm

      Suddenly the door to the bar slung open revealing my dad and a few other older serpents holding on to our Math teacher Joey. Betty jumped a bit when she seen him and held onto my arm tightly. I wanted to comfort her so I turned and kissed her forehead and wrapped an arm around her. "It's ok baby" I whispered as she watched them drag him onto the stage. "What the fuck did you do you bitch" he spat out at Betty once they had him tied down in a chair. "Why did you hurt her?" Dad asked him in a very harsh tone. The serpents stayed quiet as they watched us antagonize him.

     "Because, I wanted to and Hal said he wouldn't care as long as i paid!" He said angrily. "Why are you working at the school?" I asked him next. He didn't respond for a second which gained him a punch from dad. "Answer the question" dad demanded. Joey just shook his head no which caused dad to punch him once more. "Ok fine!" Joey yelled. "Hal, he wanted me to so he could get back to Betty, and you are dumb if you think this will stop him" he said and glared at Dad and then Betty. I could tell those words scared Betty because she took off. Jumped up and ran away in a split second. I didn't even get to see where she went through the crowd of serpents in the bar.

    I walked closer to the man and gripped his caller tightly into my hands. I wanted to kill him but I knew I couldn't. "Why does he want to hurt her again" I asked him. I made sure to keep a strong and demanding tone in my voice. "I don't know! He's just angry with her!" He screamed in my face. I threw him out of my grasp and shook my head. Why couldn't things be ok for once. "Bastard" I said to him before walking off the stage calmly. I straightened my serpent jacket on my shoulders and walked through the crowd of serpents to find Betty.

Bettys POV:
 
     I jolted up from Jugs lap and rushed away. I made my way down the stairs and pushed people out of my way left and right. I was on the brink of breaking down right there. My dad was out looking for me. For whatever reason I don't know but I wanted this to all be over. Why had he hated me so much? At this point I would be fine if he killed me. He should as a matter of a fact. Then none of this would happen. Everything would just end.

I soon found myself in a room upstairs which held all of our mail. I sat down and felt myself wanting a relief from all this mess. A relief from my mental pain. I thought back to what I used to do. I remember when I was bullied I would use my razor blade to make slits in my arm. This wasn't but around a year ago. I looked down at my arm to see the group of scars that were barely visible anymore. I wanted it now more than I had in a long time. I thought about it for a moment. Should I do it? Jughead would be angry if I did, but I want to so badly. Will it help like it used to? 

     I made a decision. I didn't want to be seen but I wanted to leave. I didn't want Jughead to know where I went because I wanted to cut myself without him knowing. He would be mad at me if he found out. He only knows that I used to do it but recently I've found myself pondering about it. I slipped out of the room and seen Jughead start to walk off the stage. I quickly snuck down the stairs and ran around the to the back for being sure to stay out of everyone's sight. I was upset and crying by now but I knew the blade would help. Seeing the blood would work as an amazing relief just as it used to.

     I ran and ran. Down the sidewalks of Riverdale. It was just sundown so it wasn't to dark yet. I cried as I ran, sobbed actually. I wandered what Jughead was doing. Probably freaking out when he couldn't find me. My phone rang in my pocket so I began walking and pulled it up. Juggie💗. Shit  I can't answer then he would ask where I was. I knew that I needed to answer and talk to him but I didn't want him to know what I was going to do. I let it ring out until finally it stopped. I felt so bad but I couldn't let him know. I finally arrived at our house and unlocked the door.

     I rushed up to the bathroom and searched deeply for it. Where could it be? I dug in drawers and cabinets until there it was. I sat down on the toilet and pulled up my hoodie sleeve. "Ok" I breathed out and I brought the blade to my arm. 3 tiny slits in and I needed more. So I kept on. The tiny cuts turned to longer ones. Those to deeper. I took a damp rag and held it on my arm to stop the bleeding for a moment. I wasn't done though, I wanted to keep going.