WAR OF HEARTS ⌘ RIVERDALE IMAGINES

↳ hurting

( hurting )
imagine by: weasleyparties

WARNINGS: mentions rape

Betty Cooper was perfect, even though she hated being called that. Her girlfriend, (y/n), thought that most of the time, but knew Betty would be mad if she knew. As horrible as it sounded, (y/n) was actually jealous of her girlfriend. Perfect, kind, and never gets bullied. Well, not never, but not everyday. The worst Betty has got was locker shaming, but (y/n) went through something worse. Something Betty didn't know. -

(Y/n) stood in the shower, sobbing, and rubbing her skin raw. She felt disgusted, violated. Nothing could explain how she felt. She wanted to die, right now. She didn't notice she made herself blood, and a large scrape of the wash cloth was down her stomach, until she looked down. Red filled the bathroom floor, her body still feeling gross.

Her lips her because of the duck tape, and her body hurt because of Chuck Clayton's penis. Everything, including her mental esteem, was damaged. She got out of the shower, covering her wound with a large, white bandage, crying still, and ignoring her ringing phone. She didn't want to talk to anyone. Or risk it being a text from the football player himself.

Though, it wasn't, it was the incredibly worried core four. She were never late to the Pop Tate's diner group hang out. In fact, she was normally early. She had all their orders ready and a basket of fries in front of her. She would smile, seeing Betty, her arms opening wide, taking Betty close, and pecking her lips. Though, tonight, she was an hour late. And, she knew it, weakly throwing on leggings, a graphic tee-shirt with the Beatles on it, and her iconic lettersman jacket. She tied on her white sneakers, and grabbed her phone, leaving the house, and texting Betty that she forgot to come,

Which was a lie.

(Y/n) drove to Pop's, parking, and for a moment, staring out of the window blankly. She mentally prepared herself of faking how strong she was to her friends, and how easy it had to become to hide more things from them. But, she was hurt and exhausted. She got out of her vehicle slowly, and walked in, pulling the jacket tighter on herself, and walking to the booth. Betty grinned at her, opening up her arms, but saw how (y/n) tensed, not hugging back. She frowned, looking at her girlfriend confused.

"You alright, lovebug?" She examined her worriedly. You nodded, and all your friends looked at each other. "You know you can tell us anything, right?" She asked.

"Yeah, I know." (Y/n) whispered, looking down. "I'm going to order fries and my milkshake-" before she could spit out her words, Jughead passed her regulars to her. He then gave her a pointed look that said spill, but she ignored it.

After an awkward time at Pop's, Betty had asked (Y/n) for a ride, knowing full well she could ask Archie. Of course, her girlfriend agreed, heading to the vehicle outside. That's when Betty flipped her lid a bit.

"What is wrong with you?! You never hide things from us! You always talk to us!" She yelled, getting in, and buckling up. And, that's when (Y/n) broke down. Tears fell down her face, and Betty looked on concerned.

"I was hanging out with my brother last night. You know how close Reggie is with Chuck? Well, he invited him over. Then, decided to go get some pizza. Chuck... Chuck was alone with me... He touched me... And... Duck taped my mouth close and told me never to tell anyone or the next time will be more physical... H-he... He r-raped me." (Y/n) sobbed loudly, Betty unbuckled, pulling her to the backseat, and holding her. She was in complete shock. She wouldn't stand for this. At all. And, she would help her girlfriend through this. No matter what,