✔️| 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 | 𝗯𝘂𝗴𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱

Chapter 27

Betty's P.O.V.

today is the day i leave to go to the facility to get help, it's not a scary place where they lock you up, it's a nice house where a bunch of girls and guys stay. i had my bags packed and i was waiting for jughead to come pick me up, since he was driving me there. veronica already left for work, so i was sitting down alone. i heard a knock on the door and went to get it.
"hey, you." jughead greeted as he came inside.
"hey." i replied.
"are you ready to go?" he asked.
"as ready as i'll ever be." i responded.
"hey, it's going to be okay i promise. it's only a week and i'll call you every day." he told me placing a hand on my shoulder.
"i know, i just don't like the thought of being away from you." i replied looking down.
"i know, me neither. here, you can keep these, so if you want to be near me you can just wear those." he said handing me one of his 'S' t-shirts and a black hoodie sweatshirt.
"thank you." i replied running my fingers along the sweatshirt and shirt.
"we should probably start heading over there now." he told me.
we got in the car and drove the hour long ride to the house.
once we got there, jughead helped me get my stuff out of the car, but i stopped him before i went inside.
"thanks for bringing me here." i said as he put one of my bags on the ground.
"yeah, of course." he replied. "you still want to go, right?"
"i do, it's just..." i started, but was hesitant about what i was about to say.
"what is it?" he asked as we stared deeply into each other's eyes.
i paused for a moment leaving him worried.
"i love you." i finally said. "but i get it if you changed you mind about saying it because i took so—."
"i love you too." he interrupted. "am i allowed to kiss you or is it going to hit a trigger?"
"it's okay, you dork." i laughed.
he leaned down to kiss me and i kissed back, not reluctantly this time. i melted into the kiss forgetting about my dad raping me and everything else in life, i just focused on the one thing that mattered.
jughead jones, the love of my life.
he backed away after awhile of kissing, that i would definitely miss, and placed his hands gently on my waist and rubbed my sides with his thumbs.
"i'm going to miss you." i told him.
"i'll miss you too." he replied.
i quickly kissed him then grabbed my bags.
"see you in a week." i said.
"see you in a week." he repeated.
i walked up to the house and fiddled with the necklace that he gave me on my birthday, that i had worn ever since. a woman politely opened the door with a big smile on her face.
"welcome! you must be betty cooper!" she greeted letting me come inside.
"uh, yeah." i replied and saw a few guys sitting down in the living room.
"my name is emilia, you can go to your room and get settled in. dr. shinel will come talk with you in a few minutes." she told me.
i gave a forced smile and walked back into my room. it was a nice room with the basic stuff bedrooms have and there was no door and two other rooms already decorated near by. i sat my stuff down on the bed and looked at my phone.
10:24 am
i saw a message from jughead and swiped to look at it.
jughead: hope you're doing good so far! jetty and i miss you. call me tonight before you go to sleep. ily x :)
i smiled at the text and heard a knock on the door frame. i quickly put my phone down and looked to see a man i didn't know.
"um, hey." i greeted as he came in.
"hi, i'm dr. shinel, but you can call me scotty." he said as he pulled up a near by chair to the bed.
he looked like he expected me to say something, but i just sat there.
"so you worked with dr. grams before coming here, correct?" he asked.
"yes." i responded.
"from looking at your medical records, it seems that you have depression and anxiety, you have a history of self harm, and sexual assault happened recently, right?" he questioned.
"yes." i replied.
"what's the thing out of all the things i just listed that bother you the most?" he asked.
"you shouldn't even have to ask that." i responded. "sexual assault, my own father raped me."
"right, so that is what we are going to focus on. most people that have something that tragic happen to them, fall in a dark path, so we are here to make sure that doesn't happen." he told me.
"okay." i replied trying to keep the conversation as little as possible.
"great, we will discuss more later, emilia is going to come check your bag." she said before walking out.
i put on the sweatshirt jughead gave me and pressed the sleeve to my nose, so i could smell the scent of him i already miss.
a few minutes later, emilia walked in with rubber disposable gloves on her hands.
"i'm just going to check your bags." she told me.
she started opening them up and looking through them then looked at me.
"no electronics." she said holding out her hand for me to give her my phone.
"actually, i promised my boyfriend i would call him daily." i replied.
"we have a house phone you can use, come on." she said not caring.
"i just, i need to call him on my phone real quickly." i told her.
she left the room and i quickly called jughead.
"you miss me already?" he chuckled.
"yeah, but that's not why i'm calling you." i replied.
"what is it then?" he asked.
"apparently, they take away all of the electronics, so i won't be able to text you, but they have a house phone." i responded.
"that sucks, are you not going to call me then?" he asked.
"no, i will, you dork, it will just be on the house phone and i won't be able to respond to your messages." i replied.
"alright. how is it so far?" he asked.
"the people seem nice, but i haven't talked to any of the people. it's weird, i've only seen boys here." i responded looking around the room.
"well, i hope none of them will steal you from me." he told me.
"trust me, they aren't my type." i reassured him.
"what's your type then?" he asked.
"you." i replied making him laugh a little.
emilia came into the room and tapped her finger on her watch.
"i've got to go, but i'll call you tonight on the house phone." i told him.
"okay, bye." he said before hanging up.
i turned my phone off and gave it to her.
"concerned boyfriend?" she asked.
"uh, yeah, he's always freaking out over me getting hurt." i replied as she put my phone in a plastic ziplock bag.
"that's always the best type." she told me.
"yeah, always the best." i smiled.