To Protect You

Part 6

Betty

I was sitting in my room and looking trough the window, suddenly I saw Jughead walking outside. What the hell is he doing here!?
He can't find the doorbell. I quickly opened the window.
B-Jughead? J-hey Betty, I wanted to check up on you. B- I'm good thanks J- can I come in? He looked really sweet and it's nice of him to step by but my dad would never allow him to come in
B-no! You can't ring the doorbell! He looked disappointed, I felt bad for him he's bin so nice to me B- you can climb trough my window if you want to? I knew it was a bad idea but I didn't want to disappoint him. He looked confused but nodded, he climbed up and I let
him in trough the window. J- hey Betty, is everything okay? B- yea everything is fine J- then why can't I ring the doorbell? I hadn't thought of that question. Shit.. ofcourse he was gonna ask that B- my mom just doesn't like to be bothered. I had to think of something, it didn't sound convincing but at least it was something J- oh okay... can I hug you? B-yea. He hugged me. I hugged him back. It felt nice, I felt safe. We talked for hours about school and other random stuff. He told me about his little sister and his dad, he didn't say anything about his mom so I assumed he probably didn't have a mom.We were having fun together but then I had to send him away, my dad could come home any minute now and I don't even want to imagine what he would do if he saw Jughead
J- bye Betty, are you coming to school
tomorrow? B- yea I think so, I'll see how I feel J- okay, bye. He gave me a hug and climbed out of the window. He is so nice, and understanding. It feels like he feels my pain even tho I never told him about it.

The next day

Still Betty

I woke up to my dad yelling H- BETTY WAKE UP YOU'RE GOING TO SCHOOL! B- yes dad. I walked down slowly, I was scared of him. H- hurry, I don't have time for you. B- yes dad. He scared me. I was afraid that one day he would actually break one of my bones. I hurried to school, I didn't have time for breakfast and I felt sick so if I did have breakfast I was afraid I would throw up.

Jughead.

Last night I couldn't sleep at all, I knew something was wrong with Betty, why can't I ring the doorbell? And why does she always have bruises. And when I came to visit she didn't seem to be sick.... I want to be there for her but I barely know her. I can't just walk into her life and force her to tell me about her life at home.

It was time to go to school, I had breakfast and talked about it with my dad, I explained the situation to him
FP- if it doesn't feel right son, you should try to do something about it. Maybe you should talk to her J-okay thanks dad. When I got to school I saw Betty
J- hey Betty B- hi jug. J- are you feeling better? B- yes I'm good. I didn't believe it but I didn't want
to bother her. During lunch break I saw her sitting at a table, I sat down next to her B- hey jug. She said and smiled, she kinda looked sick J- het Betty, are you feeling well? B-yea I'm just a little tired. She said and laid her head on my shoulder. She's so cute. B- Jughead? J- yea? B- is it okay if I call you jug? J- of course. I said and put my hand on her back. B- jug, did I miss anything important yesterday? J- no, I handed in our project our professor said it was good. B- okay. The bell rang and we got back to class