WARNING NOT A HAPPY CHAPTER
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO:↳ THAT ONE NIGHT
AFTER WORK, VIRGINIA FELT AN ANGER that was never felt before. She didn't know where it came from but after Jughead was arrested the nagging guilt she felt began to eat at her after seeing FP again.
Gravel crunched under her shoes as she walked from work passed houses and the bar popularised by the Southside Serpents until she was near the old drive-in theatre. She shivered holding her jacket close to her body as the wind pierced through her clothes. She continued her travels until she stopped in her tracks in front of a dingy white home with one light on inside. She tilted her head, knowing how the shabby appearance reflected the deteriorating family within.
The saying the 5 seconds of insane courage came to the young brunette as she barged into the home of FP Jones. She held her head up high, gun in hand as she entered the kitchen.
Standing in the middle of the living room was FP Jones, beer in hand, shocked to see the young girl in his home.
"What the–" he looked around, waiting for Jughead to appear but his attention drew to the shaking girl who held a gun.
"Shut the hell up, FP." Virginia spat, holding the gun in her hands so it pointed directly at FP. "Where the hell is it?"
"Again with the gun?" FP asked, his voice low, he remembered how she stole his gun from him during the summer. His eyes turned menacing, the drunken glazed look gone and replaced with an angry one.
Her hands shook as he approached her, the gun was supposed to protect her but FP overpowered her, pulling the gun out of her hand quickly. "Where the fuck what is?"
"The evidence!" She shrieked, hitting him with her hands that formed small fists. She thought the gun would protect her but she was too weak. He sighed, grabbing her hands with one large palm to immobilise the thrashing girl.
"I'm too drunk for this, V." FP slurred, leaning in to her and her nose crinkled in disgust at the smell of a distillery on his lips. "You gotta be more specific."
"The pictures!" Her limit had been hit, she was bullied and abused way too much that she just wanted it all to end. First her mom, the bullies at school, and FP. She wanted some control in her life and he was the one who held her life– her dignity— in his hands.
"Oh."
Virginia shuddered at the deep laugh that came from the body in front of her. Her back hit the wall as the older man pushed her against it.
"Baby, I know you're scared, but I got it." FP slurred, kissing her pink lips and her nose crinkled at the stench of alcohol. Virginia's breath caught in her throat and she felt frozen, feeling the cold gun pressed up against her tight stomach. Kisses were pressed against her throat, his hips pressing up against her as he ground against her.
Virginia Hopkins had lied to Evie last week when she had found her at the drive-in. FP did more to her than she revealed.
"I got those pictures of us," he whispered, kissing her lips harshly. He bit down on her lip, wanting her to feel pain, smirking as her lip bled instantly. A cry fell from her lips as she tried to use her hands in defense but his hand constrained her to the wall.
"I got those pictures of us fucking."
"No," Virginia slammed her knee up into his groin, panicking.
"You have pictures of you raping me."
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FLASHBACK:
↳ EARLY SUMMERTIME
GINNY HAD GONE TO THE LOCAL BAR where she knew where her mother would be. It was a part of her routine now to pick her mother up during the summer. It become more frequent for the young girl to pick her mom up after drinking all day, knowing that it was best (and safe) for her to come home. Despite not owning a car, Ginny would walk to the bar and drag her mom home, kicking and screaming.
She would then try sobering the older woman up with water but fail. She would leave her mom on the kitchen floor, passed out until she woke up and went out to drink again.
So here Virginia Hopkins was, searching for Mary Hopkins in a crowd of drunken men. She wasn't a stranger to the Southside Serpents, she lived in the heart of their territory and her mother had once been involved with the gang– until she became a drunken mess. Ginny didn't know what was worse: being in a gang or a screwed up mess who didn't recognise her daughter half of the time.
She shivered at the air conditioned air hitting her skin, tugging her cardigan around her body to hide her exposed stomach from the cold draft. It was a warm night and she had worn jean shorts with a crop top, a burnt orange cardigan to finish the look that was handy when the evening began to cool down.
Ginny pushed her way through the crowd, eyes desperately trying to find her mom but inevitably she couldn't. She was puzzled by this fact, wondering where the hell her mom could be but knew it would be best to exit the dangerous pub before something happened.
Sadly, she didn't make it and found herself face to face with FP Jones, Jughead's father. Growing up, Ginny knew who he was and interacted with him when she hung out at their house. But, she did get creepy vibes from the older man, whose stare lingered on her longer than it should have.
"You look just like your mother," FP slurred, leaning towards her petite figure. His frame towered over her, making her feel uncomfortable and trapped.
"T-Thanks," Ginny whispered, her eyes darting around the bar to see if anyone saw what was happening– or if anyone could help her.
Her body jolted back as his face came closer to hers, inches away. "Your mom was a bitch." He started and Virginia's stomach dropped as his eyes zoomed in on her pert lips. "But, she was a good fuck."
Virginia raised her hand up and slapped the older male. She frowned, her mood soured by the turn of events. "Don't you dare say that about my mother."
FP chuckled, his hand grasping tightly on her wrist before tugging her out of the crowded bar, into a hallway and into the alley behind. He wasn't about to be hit in his own bar. She struggled, her other hand scratching at his to let her go.
"Mr. Jones– what are you doing?" Ginny asked desperately. "What's–"
She didn't finish her sentence as he turned, pushing her up against the wall. She wanted to scream out loudly at the sudden action but she froze when she felt the cool barrel of a gun pressed to her revealed stomach. He groaned into the crevice of her neck as his body pressed up against hers, reveling at how small she was and how tight she would be. FP Jones had seen Virginia Hopkins for years now and every single time she tempted him and finally– finally, he would have her.
"Don't make a sound, or I'll kill you."
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