Betty drove to vacant parking lot and cried till, she couldn't cry anymore. He was back, she thought. He was back, she thought again with anger. Jughead Jones was back in Riverdale. Jughead Jones the father of her 9 year old daughter. The person who left both of them. The person that made Betty fall into a huge pit of depression. The person who made her feel like she would never be good enough. She was so mad, he came back, and brought the past with him. Despite, all the anger and sadness dwelling back, she had one question.. why? She drove to the only place she knew Jughead would never go, he probably doesn't know it's there. The brand new, Riverdale Gym, she goes there to box and get her anger out. She knew that's what she needed. Also, her daughter would be with her friend Clarke for another hour, so she thought she would have enough time.

She drove there. Walked in, grabbed her clothes out of her locker, changed. Put her boxing gloves on, and walked onto the floor, in front of a punching bag. Then, she started hitting the bag and asking questions to get her anger out.

"Why did he leave us?"

Little did she know, a certain beanie wearing man, happened to have heard of a new gym in Riverdale and had also wanted to blow off steam. He walked in and saw a familiar ponytail wearing blonde, wearing a sports bra, and tight workout leggings, punching a punching bag and talking. He saw her and a sudden sense of belonging flooded him as he remembered all the memories they had. He stepped closer. He thought, God she looks so hot. He could now hear what she was saying, and it made his heart sink.

"Why did he leave us?"

"Why did he leave me?"

"Was I not good enough?"

"No Betts... you were good enough, you were more than enough"

The familiar voice had caught her off guard. She turned, she was already had a lot of adrenaline in her veins, and anger. She couldn't help herself.

"Then why did you leave us"

The tone of bitterness had made him wince, but then a punch had landed in his cheek.

"Fuck you, Jughead Jones"

Jughead had heard every harsh word she said, but one had perked his ears up, us.

"Betty... wait"

But, she kept walking. Until, she felt a familiar touch on her hand. She turned.

"What?"

"What do you mean when you said, why did you leave us?"

"You don't have a right to know, and you know why. Because you left, us. You left because life was hard and you were to much of a coward to handle it. But, what hurt the most is, you, never said goodbye, you missed out on so much, and I almost felt a little sorry for you, but then I thought, fuck him. He doesn't deserve pity."

Jughead was so hurt and angered at Betty's word, so he answere back.

"So, let me guess, you went off and married Archie and rode into the sunset, and lived happily ever after."

"No, you do not get to say that, I went through hell, the year you left, but at least Archie wasn't as much a coward as you, because he helped me through it. Unlike you. But, it turned how those other 9 years after you left, turned out to be the best of my life, and I get to thank you for that, because, now I have this beautiful daughter, who I wouldn't trade anything for so, thank you Jughead. But, I swear to God that if I see you again, you won't be lucky enough, to just get away with a punch."

"You have a daughter, is it mine?"

She heard Jughead say something, but didn't know what, but she didn't care, she walked back to her car, and drove off without looking back.

Before she took a deep breath and took everything that happened back there behind her, because she was going to see her daughter and that always made her happy. Then she walked up to their door, and was about to knock when, the door opened, and her daughter gave her a big hug, and she hugged back.

"Hi, Charlie"

She looked down and saw her beautiful daughter. She was 4'11, 9 years old, she had long, wavy, and thick black hair, and gorgeous blue-green eyes, she had Betty's nose, and very similar traits to her parents. She loved to read, especially Nancy Drew, she loved old movies, food, and to write,but something neither of her parents did, that she does is play sports, she plays soccer and basketball, and is surprisingly good at it, no help from her parents.

"Hi, mom, so did you get Pop's?"

"Yup and I got you your favorite, a strawberry milkshake"

"Yay, thanks, mom"

Betty smiled, she loved it when, Charlie smiled, it made her so happy.