Jughead and Betty head to Jughead's trailer after opening nigt at "Speakeasy". Jug and Betty open the door, shocked to see that the trailer has been torn apart. Couch cushions off the couch and just about everything is a wreck too.
"What the Hell?" Jughead said when he opened the trailer door.
"What happened?" Betty said walking in behind Jughead.
FP Jones and Alice Cooper come charging out of the back bedroom of the trailer, FP waving the Griffins and Gargoyle Scripture. FP was mere inches away from Jughead's Face "Where The Hell Did You Get This?" FP screamed grabbing Jughead's face, looking at his mouth. "Have You Been Playing The Game?"
"No" Jughead retorted, smacking FP's arm away.
" DONT YOU LIE TO ME BOY. I CAN STILL SEE THE BLUE ON YOUR LIPS!" FP screamed
"Mom, what are you even doing here? What are you two hiding?" Betty asked
"Where Did You Get That Book?" Alice yelled
" Who Gave it to you?" FP demanded.
Jughead opened his mouth to speak, but was quickly interrupted by Betty.
"JUG, do not say anything." Betty interrupted. "Not until they tell us what they know about the game." Betty said sternly, not moving her glance away from her mother.
"Mom, what are you doing here? What are you two hiding?" Betty demanded.
"You're looking through my stuff now, Dad, really?" Jughead asked.
"You don't get it. This game is It's pure evil. And no one's ever gonna play it again." FP sternly stated. FP started to walk outside as Jughead and Betty ran after him.
"Hey" Jughead yelled
"STOP" Betty yelled
"No no no. Dad, I'm begging you No one's gonna play Gryphons and Gargoyles, but that book may be our best shot of figuring out what happened to Dilton and Ben."
"How many copies are there." FP asked.
"As far as we know, that's the only one." Jughead said gesturing toward the book that still lay in FPs hand.
"Which is way you can't destroy it." Betty chimed in.
"FP do it." Interrupted Alice. FP released the book, allowing it to fall into the fire.
"WHY DID YOU DO THAT. THAT WAS THE ONLY HOPE WE HAD AT HAPPENED TO DILTON AND BEN." Jughead wore a look of both panic and anger, screaming at the top of his lungs
"BOY, we know what happened, they started playing this evil game, and killed them selves over it." FP replied yelling at Jughead, clutch Jughead by both arms so the boy could not look away from him. "I specifically remember Alice and I telling you boooth, (giving a glance at Betty) to stay away from all this, Did I not?"
"FP, we are going home, Alice said, grabbing Betty's arm." FP nodded towards Alice acknowledging that he heard her.
"BOY, did I tell you to stay the hell away from that game.
"Yes sir," Jughead replied looking at his feet. "But," Jughead said looking up
"NO BUTS BOY, Did I not make myself clear when telling you to STAY OUT OF IT?" Jughead stood there quietly. "ANSWER ME BOY." FP demanded.
"Yes, you were clear," Jughead replied just above a whisper. "HUH, I can't hear you."
"Yeah dad, you were clear." Jughead said finally looking up, a little louder this time.
"Boy, I didn't put up with this sort of behavior when you were 10, and I'm sure the hell not going to put up with it at 16 either." "Go cut a switch, NOW." Jughead looked up at his father, apparently at a loss for words. "Move it, you are getting a whippin." "Go cut a switch or I will, and I assure you you would not prefer the ladder."
"Dad, you can't be serious right now."
FP grabbed Jughead's bicept and SWAT SWAT SWAT. FP let go. Jughead clutched his now stinging butt. "Do you think I'm serious now?" Jughead nodded. "Go cut a switch now boy. I will not ask again."
Jughead turned away from his father. After about a minute Jughead came back with a switch exstending it to his father. After observing the switch he handed it back to Jughead telling him to "clean it up." After pulling all the leafs off the switch he handed it back to his father. FP seized the switch from his son swishing it in the air the switch making that whistling sound each time FP swung it. "Okay boy, lean up against the trailer." Jughead obeyed. Jughead was determined to take his spanking silently, determined not to react, determined for his father to believe that an ass whippin had no effect on him at all. FP tapped Jughead's butt with the switch a few times before pulling the switch as far back as he could and WHOOSH CRACK the first swat landed toward the bottom of his butt. The sting began to build when WOOSH, CRACK crossed the area where the first swatt had landed. WOOSH, CRACK. Jughead was still determined to take his spanking silently. WOOSH, CRACK. This can not be happening, Jughead thought. Jughead clenched his jaw to keep from yelling out. WOOSH, CRACK this swat hit the top of his thigh. Jughead winced. "DAD PLEASE STOP." FP gave no indication that he heard Jughead. WOOSH, CRACK. Jughead was now reacting to every swat.
This was by far the worst spanking he had ever received, and that includes the time he was playing with matches in school, catching a trash can on fire. His mom as the one to pick him up from school that day. She had actually brought a wooden spoon with her, and tore his ass up in the parking lot. (It was only about 12 swats, but to a 10 year old 12 swats felt like an eternity. Then that day when FP got home from work after yelling at Jughead for 15 minutes he belted Jughead).
WOOSH, CRACK. WOOSH CRACK. Please please let this end. Jughead was sobbing loudly tears and snot running down his face. WOOSH, CRACK. He couldn't believe that he was actually getting his butt spanked right now. He was 16 years old. WOOSH, CRACK. FP threw the switch aside. Jughead started massaging his butt trying to rub the sting out.
"Hey." FP said. Jughead turned away from his dad wipeing his face on his sleeve. "Hey," FP said grabbing his arm pulling him over to him in a hug. Jughead instinctively tried to pull away, but FP pulled him back into the hug. Jughead allowed himself to cry into FP's shirt for a bit. FP released Jughead and grabbed his shoulder consolingly. "Jug, look at me." Jughead looked up. "NEVER, get wrapped up in this game again." "If I even so much as hear you say the name of this game I will beat your ass so badly it will make this whippin look like a pleasant experience in comparison." "Do you understand me boy?"
"Yes, sir." Jughead replied.
The two went inside, Jughead sat on the couch wincing. FP didn't waste any time starting in on the lecture. "Jughead, you are too old for me to have to spank for not listening to me." FP said to his son
"Well dad, you didn't have to spank me, you did that all on your own."
"BOY, do you want me to ware you out again." "ANSWER ME."
"No, sir" Jughead responded.
"Listen, and listen good boy, there was a danm good reason why I told you to stay away from all that. Jug, ever since I got arrested until after rally night I worried that one day they were going to bring you home in a body bag. As soon as I start to feel as though you are safe you go and pull a stunt like this? Why?"
"Dad, we just wanted to figure out what happened to Dilton and Ben." Jughead argued.
"Drop it boy. Jughead you are grounded. 2 weeks school and home. No detours. You got it?"
"Dad that's not fair."
"BOY, do you me to beat your ass again." Jughead shook his head no. "Then sit back down." "School and home. That's it."
"So I won't be able to see Betty for two weeks? Jughead asked.
"Boy, I'm smarter than that. I know you would risk an ass whippin to see Betty. If it's okay with Alice you two can see each other as long as one of us is present. I will be speaking to her, so don't even think about lying to me about Alice being there if she isn't. I will find out, and I will bust your ass.
"Well, that's better than nothing" Jughead admitted
"And don't you even think about skipping school to be alone together. I'm watching you like a hawk boy." FP looked at Jughead. "Get to bed son." FP said.
Jughead got up and started walking toward his room. FP pulled the boy into another hug. "Goodnight Jug."
Jughead went to his room, stripped down to his boxers and got into bed. FP walked into the bedroom. He reached out his hand. "Phone." Jughead reluctantly grabbed his phone and handed it to his father. "Goodnight Son," FP said while shutting Jughead's bedroom door. Jughead layed awake in bed replaying the days events over and over again in his head. What do Alice and my dad know? What could all this mean? He lay awake, on his stomach until he finally fell asleep.