traitor ¥ sweet pea

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"Did I say why?" I couldn't help it, that was something I would never talk about. That night haunted me, it finally made me start sleeping in the garage.

"No. Why?" Sweet Pea leans up a little to face me, his hand moving to my hip.

I smiled a little at him, "Don't wanna bore you with the details."

Sweet Pea frowns at this though, "Nothing you say could bore me, especially when it has something to do with your safety."

"You got a crush on me or something?" I can't help the tease, I hated feeling like I was weak; I hated being the center of someone's attention.

Sweet Pea rolled his eyes at me but the tops of his cheeks flushed a little pink.

"I got a crush on you too, don't worry." His lips pull into a smirk.

His hand tugs my face to his, his lips meeting mine in a gentle push.

Sweet Pea pulled back, giving me another small peck before leaning back to look at me. I couldn't understand why I trusted him so damn much, grimacing before I even start spilling one of the worst nights of my life.

"My dad came home super messed up. I happened to be on the couch and he thought I was my mom. Kai came into the room because I was screaming and after that I decided I was safer in the garage. In my locked car, so the chance of my dad trying to rape me was zero." I couldn't help but shoot him an angry smile, trying to make it less serious.

"Your brother should've killed him." Sweet Pea's face had anger all over it. I ran my finger over his cheek.

"I happen to like having my brother out of jail and not dead." Ghoulie's would avenge their king.

Sweet Pea's soft brown eyes stare into mine, "You've been through a lot of fucked up shit, haven't you?"

"It could be worse but I guess you could say that." I can't help but clench my jaw. "I'm not weak, I can handle it."

Sweet Pea gives me a weird look, "I don't think your weak, Lili. I think you're a teenager and shouldn't have to hide from you father."

I can't help but roll my eyes, "What about you? You live alone."

"Dad wasn't ever in the picture and my mom skipped town with her new boyfriend." I glance over his stone cold features.

"You don't get scared being here alone? What do you do for money?" I can't help but ask, I wished desperately to separate myself from my family.

Sweet Pea laughs at my questions, "I'm not scared of anything, Baby. I do jobs for the Serpents, they make sure I'm okay."

My heart softened at this, he was lucky to have that. Lucky to have people to fall back on, to rely on.

I laid back down at this thought and pushed myself close to him. "I'm glad that you have people you can trust, Sweet Pea."

"You can trust me, Lili." He runs a hand over my hair at this, a slight amount of nerves run through me.

"I do. I'll tell you everything eventually." I know it's true, I would eventually have to tell him who I was. The terrible things I've done.

I couldn't help but wish I didn't have to, that who I was with him was the only me there was. That I wasn't a Ghoulie princess when I crossed to my territory. That I didn't control most distribution in Riverdale for my father.

I didn't want to tell him I truly did live up to my birth name, Lilith the demon of death. Grown men in our gang knew to stay the hell away from me.

They knew I wouldn't hesitate to pull a knife on them, barred teeth and all. Like an animal. I couldn't tell you the amount of knife fights I've gotten in, the amount of physical fights I had won and loved. I loved blood, I loved hurting people.

The only fight I was always losing was to my father, I think it was because I knew I was scared of him. I had been "trained" since I was young to fear him, to be aware I was weaker than him.

That I had no choice but to obey my king, my father. The worst demon in my family, Raphael.

My father stood 6'2 with a muscular build, his hair matched my brothers dark curls. I had gotten my moms straight pitch black hair, a dark temptresses halo she used to say. We all had matching light eyes. A beautiful but deeply damned family, with names to match.

"Where'd you just go?" My eyes flash back to Sweet Pea's.

"What?" His mouth pulls into a smile at this.

"What were you thinking about?" His hand runs over my skin again, drawing me to him.

I ran my eyes over his face, running a finger along the side of his face. "Why did you have to be so handsome?"

He grins big at this, catching my hand in his.

In a second he tugged me on top of him, the blanket wrapping around us. I couldn't help but laugh as he kissed along my shoulder and up my neck.

After some time Sweet Pea finally peels himself from the bed, his eyes watching me as he does before a small smile crosses his mouth.

"What?" I can't help but question as he shakes his head.

"I'm gonna make us some shitty eggs, c'mon." He settles on saying still watching as I pull myself from the bed to trail behind him.

I watched him cook, looking so comfortable in his house- in his skin that I couldn't help but feel jealous.

Sweet Pea did make us eggs and toast but not at all bad- not burnt or over salted the way he had promised.

"Sweets," I'd mumbled out to call his attention as I finished washing our plates.

"I gotta go." I said quietly as I stared at the table. I didn't want to leave, god I didn't want to be away from him.

Sweet Pea's gentle touch stroked my cheek making me look up at him, surprised to see such a calm and blissful expression on his.

"Can I see you this weekend?" He asked me.

It almost felt like my heart was throwing up, I nodded. I nodded just a fraction as a smile tried to split my mouth open.

"I'd like that." I whispered to him, watching a smile pull across his full lips.