[PROLOGUE:GIRLY]
The four walls of the small car were suffocating. I felt like I couldn't breathe, but not just because of the small pine tree shaped air freshener that hung from the rear view mirror.
"Al?"
I looked up at my mother. Her brown hair was cut to her chin and her dull brown eyes danced across the road in front of her. "Hm?" I hated how much I admired her.
"I'll fix it. I promise," she ran a hand through her hair and sighed, not even bothering to look at me.
"Right," I said bluntly, staring straight ahead.
"Girly, I will. You just need to give me some time," Lauren reasoned.
There was that nickname again, Girly. She and my dad had started calling me that when I was four, and I remember loving it so much. I was the kind of little girl that wore multi-coloured tutu's and baby pink shirts that read "Dream Big" or "Love Life" in big, sequined letters. Oh, how things have changed.
"That's what you said last time, mom," I muttered. "It's always 'I'll fix it' or 'I just need time'. You know what, mom? I've given you time."
I looked back out the window so I didn't have to see Lauren's pained expression. That was when I noticed that we were parked outside our new house.
I'm not going to go on and on about how it had a secret beauty or anything, because to be honest, it was a run down pile of shit. There were overgrown weeds in the yard and I'm pretty sure the front window was smashed.
Home, sweet home, am I right?
I angrily marched out of the car and slammed the door before getting my things from the back seat. Which wasn't much really, just a duffel bag full of clothes and a box or two with my very few things. Most of it was sheet music.
The inside of the house was just as bad as the outside. It looked like a group of homeless people had been squatting here, and it really gave me the creeps.
I found a room that was situated at the back of the house, and I noticed that it had a conveniently sized window for sneaking out. Not that it would matter, anyway. Lauren doesn't care if I come home or not.
I sat in the middle of the room.
And I sat for hours.
When the sun started to go down, I decided to finally rise. I left the house through the front door, and Lauren didn't even object. Heck, I don't even think she was home.
Things will change, she told me. Things will get better. Yeah, well I damn hope so.
If moving to Riverdale isn't my fresh start, I don't know what is.
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KINGS AND QUEENS | J. JONES
FanfictionIn which he was the king of the Twilight Drive-In and she was his Queen. [RIVERDALE, OC x JUGHEAD] [SEASON 1] [COVER BY ME] ;; i do not own riverdale or any of its plots or characters. all original plots and characters belong to me...