Them [bughead]

~Them~

[Contains eating troubles, self harm and description of sexual assault. Please don't read if any of these might trigger you. Stay safe love!]

FRIDAY - DAY ONE

Jughead got home, pretending that nothing hurt. Because it didn't. Right? And he really didn't know that the uneasy feeling he had was a feeling of pain and hurt. He was alone as he entered the small trailer and he walked inside. The ride home had taken him more than three hours. He had stopped at Pop's and just stared at Pop's and looked at the spot where he first kissed her. Where his tongue danced over her skin, leaving her a small mark. A mark that told the world that she was his. Even though she wasn't. He had just stared at the spot for over an hour before going back home. He hadn't been in school since she told him how sick he was. And the words of her telling him that she never wanted to see him again made him feel a slight feeling of panic. But he just ignored it and sighed as he started the engine. He was so in love with her. He just didn't know how to handle it. 

He didn't do anything particular that night. He lied on his bed wishing she was beside him. But she wasn't. And the thought of that kept him up. When his dad opened the door he walked outside and cooked them a meal. A simple meal, chicken salad. But his dad liked it. Even though he didn't cook it because his dad liked it. He just felt like it. And if he would really put any thought into why he did it, he might have figured out that it was the only thing Betty ate during the time where she barely ate anything. But he didn't put much thought into it. Why would he? His dad ate the salad and then went to watch something on the TV. So Jughead decided to pay the bills. Trying to ignore the growing feeling of sadness.

Betty walked straight home that day. She had wondered where Jughead was since she wanted to him about what her mom had said to her. Only to find out he wasn't in school. And he wasn't anywhere to be seen on the way home either. Not that it made any sense that he would be. But she hoped. Her mother smiled at her as she entered the house and she sighed as she walked upstairs to her room. It wasn't a night filled with many happenings. It was just...a night. Except she felt bad for what she had said to Jughead. She didn't mean it. She wanted to see him again. Hell, she wanted to kiss him again. At this point, she felt that he could do whatever he wanted to her, hurt her, cheat on her, shoot her, if only she could kiss him one more time. And even though she knew she shouldn't she called him one more time before going to bed. But of course, he didn't pick up.

But she knew that the dream she had had would never come true. She needed to stay away from him. And she woke up a few hours later, screaming at the top of her lungs. As she laid in the darkness that surrounded her she wondered if she was ever going to be able to sleep without the nightmares. If only she knew that the only thing that calmed her down was Jughead...

He was the only one who could keep the nightmares at bay. 

SATURDAY - DAY TWO

Jughead spent the next day with the Serpents. All their 'business' had worked out as it should have and the drugs had been delivered without any trouble at all. Which left Jughead with little to do. The young Serpents decided that they were going to party on Saturday, which they did. Jughead had only had one shot of vodka and decided he wouldn't drink more. Even though he feared that the growing feeling fo sadness wasn't going to stop. He missed her, holy fuck he really missed her. 

Maybe that was the reason he decided to do what he did. Maybe him missing Betty made him do what he did. Not that you could blame Betty for it. She would never approve such a stupid action. But he didn't need her approval. And he wasn't asking for it. And he didn't care. Or he did. He just told himself he didn't. Maybe, he thought as he pressed his lips against Melanie's, Melanie can make me forget Betty. He thought it even though he knew it wouldn't. His thoughts were blurry and his heart was aching. He needed to drown his sorrows. And he couldn't do it with alcohol. So he did what he always had done. He tried to fuck them away.