TRIGGER WARNINGS:
• Severe Bullying
• Mention of self harm
• Mention of suicide
Be warned. Suicide and/or self harm are never the answer
Y/N = Your name
Y/N/N = Your nickname
In which your secret is exposed to the gang.
Y/N's POV
"To two wonderful years of friendship, I couldn't thank you guys enough. For the writer," You kiss Jughead on the cheek as you toast your champagne to your friends. "To the best gay friend ever," Kevin chuckles. "To the kindhearted girl next door and the greatest housemate in the world," Betty smiles with pure joy. "To the astounding queen of ice, who shocked us all. Even though you just joined us a few months ago, it feels like forever," Veronica gives you a loving hug. "And to the coolest jock in Riverdale High." Archie punches your shoulder playfully. "You've all changed me for the better."
"And to the beautiful, strong girl who stole my heart." You clink glasses with the others and the doorbell rings. Betty frowns.
"I wonder who that could be."
"I'll grab it." You place your glass down, not wanting to disturb your friends. You stride towards the door and unlock it, pulling it open. Your smile soon drops and your stomach sinks. It's Cheryl and Chuck and they'd brought the rest of the grade with them.
"I'm guessing our invitation got lost in the mail." Cheryl's eyes pierces through your soul. Veronica steps in front of you angrily.
"What are you doing here, Cheryl?" Veronica spits so poisonously that you could have mistaken her for Rattlesnake. The fiery girl's eyes lit up as she smirks, gracefully walking through the door and pushing Veronica out of her way. Everyone else follows like a flock of sheep.
"I heard about your little shindig and thought that Chuck and I could help make thing a little more interesting."
***
Cheryl had started an intense game of Secrets and Sins and things are going downhill fast.
"Anything to say for yourself, Arch? Are you a victim or a perpetrator?" You feel a growl grow in the back of your throat as you quickly attack back, defending your friend.
"Dilton Doyle plays with guns and he might want to be careful before he shoots himself in the foot... or someone in the head." The whole room becomes silent as you smirk, believing you had won. However, you soon shrank down as Chuck chuckles, almost evilly.
"You sit on your high horse, Y/N, but I know the truth. Slice, slice. That's a familiar sound, isn't it?" You feel bile rise in your throat as you begin to panic. You want to curl up into a ball and disappear into the floor.
"What's he talking about, Y/N?" Kevin asks nervously. You seem to lose your ability to speak as Chuck continues.
"I'd understand why. A father who was never there, a mother who never saw you as good enough, bullies attacking you twenty-four seven and the only friend you ever had committing suicide and leaving you by yourself. You contacted one of your mother's friends as a cry for help and of course, she took you under her wing, trying to replace the eldest daughter who was locked away in a behaviour home. You were hoping to escape everything and pretend that your life was perfect." Chuck gets in your face as you feel a sick feeling pass through your whole body. "It's not hard to find connections to Rosewood, especially when I used to write to Lizzy." You finally put two and two together, the years of pain and agony from your past catching up with you as you scream. Everyone watch in horror as you fall into a downward spiral, finally breaking. You were weak and exposed, it shows how broken you really are. It's like losing Lizzy all over again.
"CC? Chuck Clayton?" You feel light-headed as you got up and start yelling at him, pain taking over your whole body and screams erupting from your body. You're out of control. "You killed her! You made her life a nightmare! You slut-shamed her and you isolated her from everyone!" Cheryl's face grew paler and paler as the story went on. No one dare speak a word besides Cheryl, who knew she had to put a stop to this sooner or later before you tried to attempt something irrational.
"Chuck, that's enough."
"You starve yourself, that doesn't satisfy you enough. You thought you could connect to her through the pain she suffered." Everyone looks sick. Betty is now sobbing, Archie's speechless, Veronica has a look of horror on her face, Kevin looks like he's about to puke and Jughead looks as if he's about to explode. He's watching his girlfriend in severe emotional distress, Chuck had ruined her life.
"Chuck, shut up," Cheryl mutters furiously.
"After they found her, bled out in the bathtub, you couldn't escape anyone. Mummy's razors soon came in handy." Jughead stands up and punches Chuck. He stumbles back before punching Jughead and all chaos breaks loose. The boys are pushing Chuck out of the house, students are running and people are crowding around you.
"Y/N." Veronica tries to grab your wrist, but you push everyone away
"Leave me alone." You whisper as you sink down to the ground, chest heaving. Tears stream down your face. Your whole world becomes silent as you block it all out. "Lizzy." You keep mumbling over and over again, your hands over your head as you close your eyes. Your ears are ringing as your heart beat erratically. You stand up suddenly, as if you had been possessed and rush towards Chuck, who's struggling to get out of everyone's grip. You begin to scratch his face and pull at his hair. He hisses in pain and tries to get you off, but you're latched on.
"Get off of me." You laugh manically between sobs as he began to bleed. You begin to punch him as he continues to howl in pain.
"You killed her! You killed her! You killed her!" You scream.
"Y/N, stop." Jughead tries to pull you away from Chuck and finally does. Chuck is bloody and bruised when you're done. Jughead is scared and sad seeing you like this, but he knows it was because you lost someone you loved. Everyone has something that sent them spiralling and Chuck is the cause of yours.
"He killed her!" You try to pull out of your boyfriend's grip, but he hugs you to his chest. No matter how hard you struggle, he won't let go. Veronica starts pushing everyone out of Archie's house. It's only after you calm down that you realise that Jughead is crying too. You just stand there, sobbing in each other's arms, in a trashed and deserted house, bloody and bruised.
LATER AT POP'S
You and Jughead sit in a booth together. It's two in the morning and you're both tired and emotional. You and Jughead are the only ones there and Pop Tat is in the back, cleaning up. After seeing you both walk in, tear-stained cheeks, he decided it would be best to leave you two alone. It's like a ghost town as the glowing sign flickers in the front window. You fiddle with your fingers as Jughead stares at you.
"Y/N, please. Say something." He asks desperately.
"I don't know what to say, Juggy."
"Why didn't you tell me?" You look up at him, Jughead's eyes red from tears and concern.
"It's not something I'm proud of. It's not like I want to tell everyone something that makes me sound like I should be in a mental hospital."
"You had everyone fooled, including Betty. You said you moved in because you were a family friend who transferred from Rosewood. You said your parents were always overseas on business and that you were fine. You got Mrs Cooper to lie for you."
"I said a lot of things, Juggy. There was never a right time to tell you. I thought it would be easier to ignore my past, but then it caught up to me." Jughead grabs your hand and begins to roll up your sleeve. "It's not where you think it is, how do you think no one knew?" He gazes at you again pleadingly and you sigh in defeat, Jughead's puppy eyes always got you. "Why do you think I'm always wearing knee-length dresses and jeans?" You push up your skirt slightly. Jughead gasps quietly, his eyes feel like lasers and his fingers feel like they could burn me as he ran his thumb over your scars. Jughead gets out of the booth and pulls you forward, so your legs dangled over the side of the vintage red lounge. The skirt of your dress falls down and he pushes it up, glancing up at you before pressing his lips, slowly and repeatedly to your skin. You feel tears brim to your eyes, an unstoppable smile growing on your face. His lips feel warm and soft against the ripped-up skin of your thighs. You feel free for the first time in a while and you feel hope because he doesn't think you're crazy. After what seemed like hours, he stands up and you move over so he could sit down again, your thighs still tingling from his touch. Jughead grabs your hands.
"I'm never going to leave you and Lizzy's still here. She loves you so much and she's so proud of you." He grabs your hands, bringing them to his chest. You finally let the tears slide, tears of confusion, joy, anger, sadness, love.
"I'm two months clean." You state softly, hugging your boyfriend tightly. Jughead wraps his arms around you. "Everyone's going to think I'm insane, aren't they?"
"No, even Cheryl knew what you were doing had to be done. You were hiding all of your pain away for so long that you had to burst. We all have that side, yours just revealed itself."
"Do you think Chuck will call the police?" You mumble, slightly scared.
"No, he'd have to explain what caused you to attack him and then he'd have a court case on his hands that he'd fail and his reputation would be destroyed, his scholarships would be all gone." You stay silent for a while, hugging each other before he spoke up again, stroking your hands as he refused to let them go. "Promise me that you'll eat properly and stay clean?" You feel him mumble into your shoulder as he pulls you as close as possible.
"I promise you, Juggy. I love you."
"I love you too, Y/N/N. All of you and your exposed secrets."
Word count including warning and synopsis: 1802 words