A/n Hi again. This is basically the last chapter in Betty's POV.
Betty POV
As I was pulling into the driveway I could already feel how much of a mistake this was.
Nonetheless, I exited my car and headed towards the door.
As I stuck my keys in the handle I heard what sounded like someone running around on the other side.
When I jerked the door all the way open I was met with Jughead leaning on the wall. I wasn't entirely sure what to make of it but there was no time to get into it right now.
"Hi." I said, sounding a little more sarcastic than I had intended to.
He stood up straight and said, "Hey Betts."
I started looking around the room while I waited for him to start the conversation.
"Do you want to move this over to the living room?" he said breaking the silence.
"Sure." I answered while trying to give a genuine smile.
We sat down on opposite ends of the couch. I started twirling my thumbs while I waited for him to speak.
"So..." he started. "Thank you for coming over."
Was that really his opener? Not very poetic words coming from a writer.
As he was about to speak again I interrupted him by asking, "Why am I here Jughead? I mean seriously. What is it that you want from me because this game of cat and mouse has grown tiring."
An authentic question on my part if I do say so myself.
"I just want to talk."
Talk. How many times am I going to have to hear him say 'talk'.
"Ok then... Talk." I responded while trying to keep my blatant irritation to myself.
"Ok Betts... I love you, so fucking much. The amount of love I have for you is overflowing and I need you in my life."
I couldn't help but scoff.
"You're delusional Jughead. You don't 'need me', you need to have me as an option because you're a selfish narcissist. So if you really want to talk, you need to give me nothing but the truth or I will walk out that door so help me God."
At this point I wasn't sure he had any truth left in him.
"Do you remember when we were kids?" I redirected myself back in his direction. "We were going through so much but we always had each other to lean on. Without you I doubt I would have made it this far." By now I was entirely facing him almost as if it was against my will. It was like his words were magnets that I couldn't help but be drawn to. "Can you remember all of the nights we spent together? Whether we were investigating, talking, or even just sitting in silence? Whenever I was with you I never felt alone. Do you remember our first kiss? How I climbed up your ladder into your room after we had finally found Polly. That was one of the best moments of my whole life." I felt myself inching closer and viewed him doing the same. "Betty, every moment I spent with you felt like I was in a fairytale. If that isn't love... I don't know what is."
I found myself directly in front of him with his hand cupping my cheek as he used to do what felt like years ago.
As he began to lean in I started to do the same but somehow found it in me to separate from his grasp before we sealed the deal.
"This isn't right Jughead. I can't be doing this."
Sadness mixed with annoyance immediately took over his face.
"Doing what?" he asked like he hadn't just been in the same situation as me. He always wanted me to feel like I was the crazy one.
"This!" I shot my hands up in frustration. "We can't be one of those on again off again couples. It's not fair to Juliet."
"It doesn't have to be like that! We can go back to what we had before, you me and Juliet together..."
"What we had before was a relationship filled with lies!" I said cutting him off.
He countered back with, "I'm sorry Betts, you know I am. Please just give me another chance. If not for me, for Juliet."
"That's not fair Jughead! You can't just guilt trip me into a relationship. What kind of example is that setting for Juliet? Show her that it's ok to run back into the arms of a man that lies, cheats, and God only knows what else?"
I tried to regain my breath after my wearisome statement.
"We don't have to tell her what happened. She's young, she'll never have to know about it."
He's delusional, that's the only explanation I can think of.
"JESUS JUGHEAD HOW MUCH TO I HAVE TO REPEAT IT UNTIL I GET IT THROUGH THAT THICK SKULL OF YOURS?!" She slowed down, "This isn't a fucking game, this is our lives and if you want what's best for us you have to stop."
"You know I'm not the only lier here." he said while embodying his classic 'I'm better than you' presence.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"How about the fact that you're pregnant and you didn't feel the need to tell me?"
"Who told you that?" I asked.
"Nobody told me, I figured out on my own. I know you Betty, better than anyone else. Did you really think you could keep this from me?"
From past experience I already knew that he was going to shame me into another dimension for this.
"Jug I was going to... I just needed time."
"TIME? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? THIS ISN'T SOMETHING YOU CAN JUST NOT TELL ME."
"IT WASN'T LIKE THAT AND YOU KNOW IT." I yelled back.
"HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT YOU DIDN'T CHEAT ON ME? IF YOU WERE ABLE TO KEEP SOMETHING LIKE THIS FROM ME HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW IF IT'S MINE OR YOU WERE BEING A LITTLE SLUT BEHIND MY BACK?"
I was filled with disgust the second he finished his intrusive thought.
"How could you say something like that to me? What the fuck is wrong with you? You know I would never and have never done anything like that and you think it's ok to call me a slut and say that our children don't share the same DNA as you? Fuck you. If you feel this way why are you even trying to get back together with me?"
I saw his face soften and could already feel another half assed apology headed my way..
"Betty I'm s-"
"DON'T YOU DARE SAY YOU'RE SORRY." I took a deep breath in an attempt to calm down. "There is no way in hell you come back from something like this Jughead. You don't get to pull that shit on me and get away with it. Juliet idolizes you and knows you as her father and I will not take something like that away from her but hear me and understand when I say you will never be a part of this baby's life." I said motioning towards my stomach.
"Betts please don't do that. They're my children and I should be allowed to spend time with them and get to know them the same amount as you."
I started letting out a slow chuckle, "You are too much Jughead. Two seconds ago you were saying you didn't believe you were their biological father and now you want to 'spend time with them'? You've had the last five years to spend with your daughter and all you've provided her with is neglect. I'm fucking done." I said, throwing my hands up in surrender. "I can't stay with you. This is over."
I started towards the door but he grabbed my arm before I could reach the handle.
"Betts-"
"Don't fucking touch me." I said before pulling away from him and slamming the door closed.
I walked back to my car without a second thought and started the engine.
This has been one of the most draining mornings of my entire life. The shit I've been put through the last couple days has made me a different person. It's like I've gained emotional calluses. I thought I was fucked up before.
I found myself driving the opposite direction of where I intended to be but for some reason didn't have the ability to turn back.
I felt tears forming in my eyes but they had come along with no feelings. The salt filled droplets simply rolled down my face then disconnected from me entirely and I felt nothing.
My vision was blurred at this point but I couldn't take my foot off the gas.
By the time I had finally brought myself to stop and wipe the tears from my eyes, I had left Riverdale.
The only thing around me was acres of what I assumed to be farmlands.
I smashed my head into my steering wheel setting the horn off then screamed something inaudible.
"I'm a fucking trainwreck." I said to myself.
Maybe he's right. Maybe I am the one who's a mess and I've just had emotional tunnel vision and haven't been able to see it for myself.
The evidence has been seeming to point that direction lately.
I started to drive again only to be cut off by an empty tank of gas.
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?" I shouted at no one.
I was able to turn my steering wheel enough to get to the side of the road before my car went into a complete stop.
The most simple term of how I was feeling at this moment was humiliated.
A/n Hope you guys enjoyed.