Chapter 1:

                                    

                                          
Trigger warning:abuse
                          
November 9, 2007
Jughead is 7 years old
                          
3rd person POV
                          
"Momma? Where are you going?" Asked Jughead. "Are you leaving us?"
                          
"Of course not honey,"  Gladys replied. "I'm just... taking a break. I'll be back before you know it. Your father will take care of you and Jellybean."  And then she walked out. Jughead watched in dismay as his mother got in a car and drove off, leaving him alone with a 2-year-old sister and an almost never present father. He sighed as a tear trickled down his cheek. He decided to run out of the house, just for the rest of the day. He didn't have to worry about Jellybean since she was at daycare all day. 
                          
He ran, not knowing where he was going. He finally came across a treehouse right at the edge of the woods. Curious, he climbed up the ladder and knocked. A girl about his age with blonde hair pulled back into a tight ponytail and the most shocking green eyes opened the door. "Who are you?"
                          
His breath hitched. She was stunning. 
                          
"J-Jughead. Jughead Jones. S-sorry I didn't mean to bother you. I'm in a rough place right now and I came across this tree house. Do you mind if I come in?" he replied shyly. She opened the door a little more. 
                          
"Of course! Come on in!" she exclaimed. "I'm Betty by the way. Betty Cooper. And this is my best friend, Archie Andrews." 
                          
They talked for hours and became fast friends. He found out that they all went to Riverdale Elementary, and promised that they would hang out at school. Soon, it was time for Jughead to return home. 
                          
"It's getting late. I should go." he said quickly. They said their goodbyes as he set off to his house. 
                          
Just as he walked in, he was hit in the head with a beer bootle, which shattered on impact. Luckily, no glass stayed lodged in his skin, though he did have a whole bunch of cuts. 
                          
"WHERE WERE YOU BOY?" FP exclaimed, clearly drunk. 
                          
"I-I just went out," he stuttered nervously and earned a slap across his face for that answer. 
                          
"Next time, I won't let you off so easy. Now go pick up your sister, or you will face much worse consequences." Jughead nodded and ran out, not looking back. 
                          
He stepped through the door with Jellybean in his arms and ran as quickly as he could to her room. He then closed the door and put himself in front of it. Soon, just as predicted, FP came stumbling over and punched him in the face. 
                          
"You took too long. WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?!" 
                          
"N-nothing poppa. I went as fast as possible." 
                          
"Well it wasn't fast enough boy! I promise, if you don't behave, it will get so much worse. Watch your back." Jughead gulped. This was the start of years of torment and abuse. 
                          
A/n 
Hi! This is my first ever fan fiction, feel free to leave any comments or constructive criticism. The title is still to be decided, so it might change. The plot is mine, though it is inspired by a multitude of other stories, as well as my own ideas. I hope you enjoy the story!