Bugheads Baby

Hope, Love and Faith

Hey Readers it's the author. Sorry this chapter was really late, not going to lie, I had pretty bad writers block. However, I was also working on three other stories. I will release both of them in their entirety and I hope that one will be up by the end of the year. In saying that, I will now be focussing my attention back to 'bugheads baby' for the foreseeable future.

Bettys pov

It's been a week since Jugheads accident, and since then, its been the same schedule every day. A specialist comes into his hospital room from 9:30 am-1 pm - Then I try and show him pictures of us, Emily, the serpents and anything that may possibly jog his memory - Then at 4 pm Emily usually comes to visit, however, I can see every time she comes a piece of her soul breaks like mine. To look into jugheads eyes and see that something's missing, the fire, the love, the passion, is...heartbreaking. It appears that while his speech and sensory body parts have remained normal, his memory has been set to 18 years ago. And to be honest, I'm not sure what's worse, him losing his memory or that fact that he still thinks that he's dating Missy. Which brings me to the end of his day, when is girlfriend comes to visit him. Aka Missy. No. What's even worse than him forgetting me or loving Missy, is that he's not only forgotten about Emily but about our baby. Today, the doctor is releasing him, but because he still doesn't know who I am, Fangs is taking him home. To our home. When he came to pick up Jughead, he turned away from me, shielding the pity that lay heavy in his eyes. 

Emily's pov

This week has been the most stressful week of my life. First I witness my first school shooting, then my dad end up in hospital, now he doesn't even know who I am. I know that I am acting like a bitch to everyone... but I can't help it.  Everyone is so annoying. My mom for letting my dad drive his stupid motorcycle, my dad for saving me, penny for being the soul reason for this, and lastly my grandmother, who, while in her own way has been helpful  is completely suffocating me. After school, I'm walking with my friends to the white wyrm. It was my birthday yesterday, and I guess with all the stuff with my dad people forgot. I mean, Jamie got me a necklace and Tess got me a cute new outfit, but aside from that everyone else forgot. I told my friends to not make a big deal about it, or tell anybody, because I really don't need my mom feeling even worse than she does already. When I walk into the bar, I get a few lazy smiles from the serpents and give them all a small smile back. My friends and I head to the bar and I sneak some vodka from the top shelf. I mean, if nobody's going to celebrate my birthday, I might as well do it myself. We all head outside and around to the back of the building. 

"So,"  Masson says and takes a swing from the bottle, "happy birthday Em." I give him a two finger salute and take the bottle from him. The liquor warms the inside of my throat, and makes tingles down my arms and legs. We all talk and laugh and cry and play fight, but eventually the alcohol starts to kick in to everybody's systems. Tess, Beccy and I, all link our arms over each others shoulder and walking into the bar, plastering on our best sober expression. When I see the stage set up, I break free from my friends hold and clumsily walk up, tripping as I walked. "Helooooo, serpent bar," I yell into the microphone. The sound was deadly loud, and in reflex I lean away from the microphone. "Wohoahoa," I start again, "sound cheek someone. Hahahaha!" Every pair of eyes are on me, but I was too intoxicated to care, "I would like to say a few words." Sweet pea walks up onto the stage and grabs my arm protectively, "Hey come on sweetie." "No!" I yell slightly harsh which only makes me laugh. "This is MY bar, or at least it's my dads bar. The same dad that doesn't know he's my dad." Sweet pea reaches for me again but this time I lung away from him and take the mic. "In fact, he's the same dad, that seems to just keep fucking up my life. But that's ironic. Since it was a simple fuck that was the reason I was born. You see, I was a mistake. An accident, a burden, some might say. My parents never meant for me to be born, and quite frankly, I don't think they care that I was. I mean, it's not everyday a girl turns 15," as soon I say this, murmurs go around the room and a wave of emotions floods the faces of nearly every serpent. "Anyways," I continue, "Happy fucking birthday to me." I pathetically and clumsily place the mic back into the stand, and walk off the stage and outside.

"Wait!" I here nearly every serpent yell as I walk past them and out to the parking lot. Sweet pea grabs me by the waist and chucks me over his shoulder. Feeling to sick and mentally exhausted to protest, I was submissive. Before we re-entered the bar Sweet pea stops in his tracks and says, "You kids better stop messing up her life. Do you hear me? For so help me, not only will her father, but every other serpent in this bar have a problem with you, but if you were all really her friends, you wouldn't help her mess up her life when things get tough." I moan in embarrassment and burry my face into my hands. Sweat pea sets me on the bar and leans me aginst the wall. All the serpents are now crowding around me and helping me with something, whether it's keeping me up-right, getting me water, or keeping me from chocking on the pool of my own vomit. Then I hear the familiar and warm voice of my mom. "Emily," she says crying, "Bear, I am so sorry, I forgot about your birthday." The mention of her betrayal only made me start to cry as well. She continues speaking to me in a low and calming voice, "I know that despite and inlight of everything happenig with your dad, I still shouldn't have forgotten. I am the worst mother in the world, I know that." "Mom, your not the worst, your not exactly the best right now, but, your not the worst." That made everyone laugh awkward laughs, "Jaquine told me what you said about your life being an accident," she continues. "Bear, you are not an accident or a burden or a mistake. You are a mirricle. A beautiful mirical, that has made mine, your dads and everyones life better." I turn to face her head on and take her into a hug. "Thanks mom," I say and continue to cry, happy tears.

Bettys pov

We drive home in silence. There is still an awakard tension that stiffles the car, and frankly it seems to just grow. But as it appears neither one of us has anything to stay and so we remain silent. When we walk into the house, immidetly I see Jughead shirtless in a pair of boxers sitting at the counter drinking a glass of water. He turns and looks at us startled and then settles slightly. "Oh yeah, I forgot, I have a wife and a kid," he says sheepishly and sarcastially. "Actually I'm just your girlfriend Jug." "Mhmm," he says staring blankly ahead. "Why don't you go upstrais Bear, you've had a long day." She nods and runs up the stairs. I pul out my phone and text Tony...

B  - Hey Tony. Remind me agiain what Jugead was like 18 years ago?"

She took a few moments to respond and then said,

T - You mean, befefore he met you :} He was grumpy, nartistictic, a bit of a player and also sarcastic.

B - That just great :(

T - Good luck.

T - And Betty... I am really sorry. P.s Say happy birthday to my favourite neice from yesterday.

That text only reminded me of the strong guilt I felt for forgetting the most wonderful day of my life. The birth of my first born child. I turn off the phone and walk aroud the kitchen island to face Jug. Before I can speak he says, "So I'll take my bedroom, if you want to take a guest room?" "Yeah sure," I say visibly hurt. He however, seems unphasedby his comment, which only hurts me more. How can somebody go from being head over heals, Romeo and Juliet style in love with someone, to seeing them as a stranger. This kind of thing only happens in moves or tv shows, not in real life. You know what. What the movies and tv shows fail to mention is not just how hard amnesia is on the patient, by the loved ones aroud them. If it wasn't for my daughter, who I fought every day for in order to keep my composure, I would be a mess. "Jughead," I say blankly, "do you love me? Are you phisically attracted to me?" He seems offguard slightly by this question. "It's not that I'm not attracted to you, but its that I have a girlfriend and like it's kind sirious." My emotions change from sad to mad in less than a second. "Ohh, you mean Missy, the girl who was working as a double adjent for the goolies..." "Watch your tounge," he warns. "Or the girl, who not only once, but twice cheated on you..." "Shut up!!!" he yells, and I snap my mouth shut quickly. He pushes back from the table and storms upstairs.

The dotor did say that there is a chance that he will regain his memory's, and until that happens, I will not stop having hope, love and faith, that my Juggy will return to me.