Jughead Jones comes back to town, his mother moved him away when he was 5. He's now 17 and has come back to live with his father. When he arrives he doesn't remember the town or the people in it. While reconnecting with everyone in town, he become c...
Betty's POV: When I woke up the next morning wrapped in Jughead's arms, I smiled to myself. I remembered the night before as I started to get up trying not to wake Jughead up.
I headed into his bathroom and removed his shirt and looked at the marks he had made last night. They weren't bad and I could easily cover them up. I started to cover them up and get ready for the day. Betty's hair and outfit:
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When I left the bathroom and turned to the bed, Jughead was still asleep. I smirked to myself and headed downstairs, I was the only one up by the looks of things. So I grabbed a cup of coffee and breakfast and went to sit on the porch. It was early and no one was awake in New York, it was peaceful. I pull out my phone and I decided to give FP a call:
FP: hello Betty: Hey FP FP: Betty, is everything okay? How's Jug? Betty: everything's good, we're okay. Mason was released yesterday and is walking around FP: that's good news, look there's something I need to tell you Betty: oh no, that's never good FP: I need you to listen carefully, something's happened. It's your parents... they know your alive
In this moment my heart dropped, I curled my fists and my nails were digging in. A single tear rolled down my face and I needed to control myself.
Betty: h...how? Was all I managed to say.
FP: I don't know, but Betty I promise you they won't take you. You are safe, do you believe that? Betty: sure, um look I n...need to go. See you later FP: I really sorry betty, I will get down to the bottom of it, see you tomorrow Betty: see you
When I hung up the phone the tears were flooding me, I needed to fix this. I grabbed my phone and I walked away from the house. I sent Jughead a message and walked around a town I didn't know.
I stopped when I reached a river, I sat on the bank and watched as the water flowed. I had tears streaming down my face. I still hadn't released my hands from there curled state and when I did I saw the blood that laid there. I sat on the bank for what felt like hours, the day just went on and I pulled out my phone and messaged someone I didn't think I would ever need to message:
