To Protect You

Part 35

Betty

can you please stand next to me when I tell them? J- ofcourse, come let's go back.

We walked back to our classroom, we had almost half an hour left so jughead went up to his teacher and explained the situation T- Betty, would you be okay with telling the class your story? To let them know how you felt all this time? B- uhm yea sure, as long as they don't laugh about it J- they won't, I promise B- okay... T- class can I have your attention! Betty has been a lot the last few years and she wants to tell you her story. B- where do I begin? J- at the beginning betts. B- okay...

I took a deep breath.

B-so, when I was about 7 years old my dad started hitting me, my mom found out about it when I was probably like 9 years old but instead of stopping him she joined him. I got to the point that I was so scared to be home that I stayed at school as long as possible, in middle school I started staying in the library as long as possible only to come home to my mom and dad screaming and yelling at me and often abusing me. It was around that time that people started calling me a nerd because I spend so much time at school. I never really had friends and I had no one to talk to.

Tears rolled down my face but I kept talking

B-the bullying got worse, and the abusing got worse. For years I had no safe place to stay, and when I was 14 years old I went to a bridge a-and I-I .

I started stuttering J- it's okay take your time. B- I stood on the side of the bridge, getting ready to jump. I had no reason to be there anymore. No one liked me, and nowhere I felt safe. Then right when I wanted to jump this lady came up to me, she took my arm and helped me down. She didn't realize what I was trying to do, she just told me to get down before I fell and hurt myself. When I was standing on the ground again she looked at me and hugged me. After that I realized that there were good people in this world, I was just living with the shitty ones.

Tears kept rolling down my face

B-after that I decided to not take my own life. The next years I felt more and more depressed, I got bullied every single day and whenever I was not, I was at home with my parents who hit me at least 5 times a week. That was untill the

day I met jughead, he was the one refusing to bully me. After I heard that I went up to him and thanked him. He was confused, back then I didn't realize that it was normal not to bully someone. Jug and I became friends and I felt like everything was getting a little better. Until I realized I fell in love with him, the feeling of love was so new for me and it scared me so much that I hurt him before he could hurt me. We didn't talk for a while untill one day my dad came in with this guy, nick. He told me he was going to be my new boyfriend, and he was going to make sure I didn't become a failure. As soon as my dad left the room he started touching me even though I told him I didn't want him. My dad heard it but didn't do anything about it. I got away from him and ran to school where I saw jug. I went up to him

hoping he would protect me. I never told him what happened but it felt like he understood me. Even though I had jug, the bullying didn't stop, it only got worse and worse. Then one day my dad pushed me down the stairs, I fell and had a wound on my leg. My dad didn't care and he locked me in my room, I climbed out through the window and went to jugs place, I still didn't tell him what really happened. Then a while later our school trip was announced, I didn't want to go but I didn't have a choice. A few days before the trip jughead and I started dating and I hoped it would be a good trip. When we got there the bullying was less because everyone was buissy having fun. The second day of camp I got sick and stayed at our cabin, I was completely alone because I asked jug to go to the store. Then nick came in, he

started undressing me and himself. I refused and tried to get him of of my but since I was sick already I was too weak. He kept going, but then he got mad because I didn't want it. He walked out and came back with a knife. I still refused to kiss him and he cut my arm with the knife. I lost so much blood that I almost didn't make it. Luckily jug was kust on time to get me to a hospital or I wouldn't have been here. Except for the trauma and the emotional pain that will probably never go away I fully recovered. Right after I thought all the bad news was done, the doctor told me that because he was so extremely aggressive I would probably never be able to have kids. Which was devastating, I always wanted kids I wanted to be the mother I wanted to have for my child. But he took that away from me. I had to recover for a while, but when our camp was over I

could go back home. Before I could even knock on the door my mom pulled me inside and hit me in the face, apparently they had called her and told what happened. Her and my dad hit me and kicked me screaming they should've killed me right away and that I was a mistake. That day I climbed out of my window again and ran to jug. Jug, his dad and I went to the police. They ended up arresting my parents and jugheads dad offered to take me in. Now I'm staying with them and my life is getting better. (I know this is stupid but I had to give Betty's lifestory somehow)