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Warning: Grab some tissues. (In Samuel L. Jackson voice) It's about to go down, motherfucker!

1st P.O.V. Riverdale, 2016

It started with a bike ride.

I was riding my silver Schwin with a yellow banana seat to Pop's to meet up with Freddy.

My Mom told me to take it easy. Ever since school started, I hadn't been feeling so well. I was sick on and off, having trouble breathing. I never got sick, but I did have asthma. My Mom took me to the doctors and they said that the pollen levels were probably high, causing my bronchial tubes to act up.

As I was riding, I came to a large hill. I was pushing my pedals harder and harder, then that's when it happened- I couldn't breathe.

I felt like something was constricting my lungs and I fell sideways off of my bike.

When I could breathe, I gasped deeply, growing desperate for air. Clutching the my ribcage, I let out a loud scream. To this day, I don't know what I screamed. It was unintelligible to me and, at the moment, all I thought about was doing my best to breathe.

I ended up passing out, right there in the middle of the street.

When I woke up, I was in a hospital gown. Needles were plugged into me and my heart was being monitored. My eyes were groggy and blurred. When they cleared up, I saw my Mom and Dad, asleep in some guest chairs.

They looked sleep deprived and like they stayed awake for days.

That's when Freddy came in, looking pretty haggard himself, carrying one cup of coffee in each hand.

"Freddy?" I whispered. My throat was raw and I put my hand to it, massaging my overused vocal chords.

My brother looked my way and widened his eyes. "Aggie!" He dropped the cups and ran over to me, giving me a hug.

I was confused. "Where am I?"

My brother, my big strong brother who was never cried, looked at me with tears in his eyes. "You're in the hospital. You've been in here for three days."

This was more confusing to me. "Three days?! Did I get hurt?"

Fred shook his head, and let go of me. He sat up and ran his fingers through his hair. "No...not exactly...well, kind of."

"That doesn't make any sense. Why am I here?"

Fred looked like he couldn't speak. His dark brown eyes darted over to our parents, who were still passed out. He let out a sigh and held my hand. "You were found unresponsive in the middle of Clark Street. Some kid was riding his skateboard and he saw you just lying there. He came back with his old man, and pretty soon an ambulance arrived on scene to take you here."

"Okay", I said, wincing as I sat up a bit, "but what does this have to do with what's wrong with me?"

"I'm getting to that, just hold on." Fred said, glancing back to Mom and Dad's sleeping forms. "When you didn't show up at Pop's and it was starting to get late, I became worried. I used a payphone and called the house to see if you were home. That's when Mom told me that you left hours ago."

Fred's eyes became watery. "You...you...I was scared. Maybe someone was bullying you or maybe you were kidnapped, I don't know. Just as I was leaving Pop's, Hal Cooper came in and he saw me. He ran over to where I was and told me that he was walking home when he saw you getting lifted into an ambulance. I...I called mom and told her what happened.

When we arrived, Dad was already here. I guess she called him while he was at work or something...I don't know. We asked if any red-headed girls around the age of fourteen were brought in. Dad and Mom showed the nurses a picture of you, that they kept in their wallets, as proof. When they confirmed that they brought you in, they took us to you. That's when the doctor met up with us."

Freddy looked like he couldn't hold it in anymore and he turned away from me.

I felt a knot forming in my stomach.

"Well, what did the doctor say?"

When he didn't answer, I grabbed onto Fred's hand. "Tell me." I demanded.

Fred looked at me with red eyes. "The doctor we met...he's an Oncologist. Sis, I don't know if you know what an Oncologist is, but they're-"

"Doctors for cancer patients." I felt sick to my stomach.

If an Oncologist met with my parents, that meant...Oh God.

This didn't happen to everyday people.

I was a geek, a nobody.

This happened to the popular kids, like in an after school special, not the kids that stayed home on the weekends and played Monopoly with their parents.

This especially didn't happen to someone like me, the monopoly playing geek.

I swallowed the lunp in my throat. "Go on."

"You...you...you have a tumor, Aggie."

I felt the wind getting knocked out of me. "No. No. No. I'm fine. I'm more than fine. I feel great!"

Fred shook his head, tears falling freely from his eyes. "You're not fine. The doctor took a x-ray of you while you were out and found a malignant tumor on your right lung. It's the reason you've been having trouble breathing. It's not your asthma."

"Oh My God..." I couldn't speak.

"The doctor told us that extreme activity is dangerous. But there is good news..."

I felt hope stir in my chest. "What is it?"

"When I was in here yesterday, I heard Mom and Dad talk with the doctor. Apparently, there is a surgery that you can have. I guess they take out a piece of the infected lung or something, and it helps...like a lot.

I clung onto that piece of information, like a drowning person would cling onto a lifesaver. "Great! That's great. When will I get it?"

Fred wiped his eyes and shrugged. "I don't know. Dad said we couldn't afford it, but Mom said that she was going to get a second job if she needed to." Fred clutched my hand tightly and gave me a firm look of determination. "You're going to get that surgery. One way of another."

Little did either of us know, was that a certain Southsider was outside my hospital room with a bouquet of wildflowers he had picked, delicately put in a glass Coca-Cola bottle. He had heard what we said.

He leaned against the wall, his mind racing a million miles on how he could help.

Then the line of his mouth became firm and his brown eyes hardened.

He knew what he had to do.

Taking the bottle with him, he left the hospital in a hurry to go find the one they called Tall Boy.

He would get them the money they needed.

And that was the beginning of F.P.'s career as a Southside Serpent.

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F.P. stared at me for what seemed like an eternity.

I felt like I couldn't breathe. Barely two days that I'm back in town, and he already knew?!

Finally, I spoke.

"What", I pointed at him, "the FUCK are you doing in my house?"

F.P. stood still. "I wanted to-"

I cut him off. "How the fuck did you know where I lived?"

"I heard in town that someone bought the Mill. Then Tall Boy called me a couple hours ago and told me that you were back. I put two and two together."

I bent down and collected the pieces of broken mug, starting to throw them at F.P.

He dodged every one. "Aggie! What the hell are you doing?!"

"Get the fuck out!" I was fuming, my tears gone all of a sudden. I was relentless. 'People don't get anullments to spend more time together, F.P.! It's actually quite the opposite, motherfucker!"

F.P. looked like he was starting to get pissed off. "Jesus, Aggie! Get your shit together. I just wanted to talk!"

"What part of "I don't want to see you ever again, asshole!', do you not understand?!"

F.P. storned over to me and knocked the last piece of mug out of my hand. "Knock it off!"

I walked backwards into the kitchen and grabbed any plates I could find. F P.'S eyes went wide and he held up his hands in surrender. "Aggs, just hear me out-"

"I don't want to hear anything you have to say!" I grabbed the first plate, and flung it at him. F.P. skillfully ducked and it shattered against the wall. "Get out of my house or I'll call the police!"

I threw another plate at him, with me barely missing him, and it shattering against the front door.

F.P. stood up. "You need to listen to me."

I lost my shit.

"Oh, do I?!" I laughed like a psychotic maniac and threw another plate. "I don't need to do shit! We aren't married anymore! YOU said it was over, NOT me! I didn't break your heart, you broke mine!"

F.P. just stood there. "I'm not going to get angry...I know that's what you want."

"Why are you here? Usually, sane people don't go over to their ex's house to talk."

F.P.'s brown eyes became hard as he cautiously treaded over to me carefully. "I have waited two decades to speak with you. More than two! I'm not going anywhere until I get out what I have to say."

I walked up to F.P. and shoved him hard against the chest. He stumbled back. "YOU RUINED ME!" I ran over to him and hit him with every word. "I GAVE YOU MY HEART AND YOU DIDN'T JUST BREAK IT- YOU SHIT ON IT AFTER YOU SHATTERED IT! BECAUSE OF YOU, I CAN'T HAVE A NORMAL RELATIONSHIP. BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU DID, I CAN'T STAY IN ONE PLACE FOR TOO LONG! BECAUSE OF YOU, I COULDN'T COME HOME FOR YEARS! I MISSED OUT ON ALL OF MY NEPHEW'S MAJOR MILESTONES. I MISSED FRED'S WEDDING! I MISSED ARCHIE BEING BORN! AND YOU THINK I WANT SOMETHING...ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOU?!"

I slapped him in the face as tears came down fast. "You're a fucking terrible person, the worst I ever met! And I've been all around the world, so what does that tell you?!"

F.P. couldn't hold it in. "Oh I'm a terrible person?" F.P. gave me a cold menacing look, that would probably would have scared me if my blood wasn't boiling. "Who was it that took care of your father when Fred couldn't afford to do it anymore? I did. Who helped your brother start up that company that feeds his family? I did. Who cleaned up and put flowers on Griffith's grave every year?! All these years, you never once visited him, not even on the anniversary of his death. That was me! Me, the terrible person. While you were off being fucking Dora the Explorer pissing off the edge of the world, I took care of things here! I might be a 'terrible person' but at least I'm not selfish."

I got into his face and pointed at him "Don't you dare put that on me. I was the one who lost him! You didn't even show up for his funeral!"

F.P. shoved my hand out of his face. "I was young and stupid! I couldn't handle being there!"

"And I could?! I had to watch my child being lowered into the ground. Me! A new mother, who never got to actually be a mom! Then I had to deal with fucking Alice Cooper telling everyone that I aborted my baby, as if I didn't miscarry him! Maybe if you were there more often, he would be here, standing right beside me!"

"Well he's not, is he?!"

"YOU'RE THE REASON HE'S DEAD, F.P.! YOU'RE THE REASON I NEVER GOT TO HEAR HIS FIRST WORD OR SEE HIM WALK FOR THE FIRST TIME! YOU'RE THE REASON I NEVER GOT TO TAKE HIM TO KINDERGARTEN OR TEACH HIM TO RIDE A BIKE! ALL OF IT, THE GOOD AND THE BAD, I NEVER GOT IT. AND THEN WHEN I THINK THAT WE'RE STRONG ENOUGH TO OVERCOME WHAT WE LOST, YOU CHEATED ON ME!"

I started to sob and I put my hands over my face. F.P. tried putting his hand on my shoulder, but I jerked away from him.

"Don't touch me." I snarled. I took my hands off my face and glowered at the Head Serpent. "I lost my son, because of you. And then you broke my heart. And now you want me to to listen to you? Get the fuck out."

"Aggs...I lost him too. He was my son too."

"You didn't carry him for seven months and lose him, along with the ability to have kids." I laughed bitterly. "You...you moved on and had a replacement son. Me? I had to be reminded of what I lost because I still have the scars to prove it."

F.P. ran his fingers through his hair and he became frustrated.

"There's some things I never got to say to you back then-"

"I don't want to hear it."

"Aggie, just-"

"GET OUT!" I turned away from F.P. and I heard him sigh.

"You're not ready to talk with me. I get that. And in some weird way, I understand. When you feel like you can look at me without wanting to kill me, find me at the Whyte Wyrm."

I didn't look back as he left my house. I heard his truck start and fade away.

I slid down to my knees and clutched my head.

"No." I moaned. "No. No. Please God, no!"

I couldn't help it.

The memory came back to me, angry that it had been suppressed to the back of my mind for so long. I rocked back and forth, hoping to escape, but it was all for naught.

I was irritated.

Being seven months pregnant and attending another lamaze class alone will do that to any woman. I was sitting on a bench outside of the class for an hour, waiting to at least be picked up.

The instructor was closing up when she saw me. "Honey, what are you still doing here? Class ended a while ago."

I gave her a sad sort of smile. "I know. I'm just waiting for my husband to pick me up. He's running late..." I trailed off. I started to fiddle with my yoga mat.

My instructor gave me a pitiful look. "Again? No, that's unacceptable. I'll give you a ride, c'mon."

I struggled with my yoga mat and bag, dropping my purse and accidentally spilling the contents out of it. My instructor rushed to help me and said, "I drop my purse all the time. Sometimes I think gravity and my bags are conspiring to get me." I gave a weak laugh as she put the rest of my things in the helped me into her car and she said, "So where do you want to go?"

I was about to say home, when I thought about F.P.

Where was he today?

He missed the last four classes and the last two ultrasound appointments.

I needed an answer.

"The Southside...specifically the Whyte Wyrm."

My instructor seemed taken aback. "Isn't that a biker bar?"

I absentmindedly nodded as I stared out the window.

"That's where you want to go?"

"Yeah...my husband is the bartender there." I lied.

"Okay..." She started the car and drove me to the Southside, right in front of the Whyte Wyrm. She looked around cautiously and gripped the steering wheel so tight, her knuckles became white.

"Are you sure this is where you want to be dropped off?" I gave her a reassuring smile. "Positive."

"Alrighty then. Well, I guess I'll see you at the next class."

I leaned over and gave her a one-armed side hug. "Thank you."

She seemed surprised but gave me a hug back. "Oh! You're welcome."

I struggled getting out of the car, but somehow managed. I waved my instructor goodbye as she drove out of the Southside like a bat out of hell.

I walked into the Whyte Wyrm. Even in the middle of the day, it was dark inside.

Several of the Serpents looked up from the bar and pool tables when I walked in. I stuck out like a sore thumb, in my plain grey leggings and knee-length blue maternity dress.

"Hi everyone." I said.

Some "Hey Aggs." and "Hi Aggie" greetings sounded off from around the room.

I struggled to go to one of the tables, when one Serpent, came up from behind me and grabbed my bag and yoga mat.

I rubbed my shoulder. "Thank you, Tall Boy." He only gave me a silent nod and he led me to one of the center tables, where I sat down on a barstool.

"We have sofas, you know." Tall Boy grumbled as he set my things on the table. "It could be more comfortable."

I rubbed my stomach. "Nah, I'm fine." I looked around and deflated with defeat.

Tall Boy took notice of this. "You okay, Aggatha?"

I bit my lip and stared at my tennis shoes. "Yeah, I'm good."

Noticing that he wasn't leaving, I sighed and put my head in my hands. "Actually...I'm not okay. I was hoping to find F.P. here..."

"He's working." Tall Boy stated vaguely taking a seat across from me.

I felt tears sting my eyes and I quickly wiped them away. I didn't want to cry in front of a bunch of bikers in a bar. Damn hormones. "I know...it's just that I've been going to these past couple doctor's appointments by myself and I've been going to the lamaze classes alone. Yesterday, I set up the crib without help and the doctor said I'm not supposed to be lifting heavy things."

I couldn't help it anymore.

I started to cry...very loudly, I might add.

And I made every single person in the vicinity visibly uncomfortable, including Tall Boy.

I put my face down to hide my tears and hiccups.

Suddenly I felt someone pat my back and I looked up to see one of the Serpent women, Peggy, give me a sympathetic smile. Peggy was one of the older Serpent's. She was in her forties, had long blonde hair, and was tall in height.

"Sweetheart, I couldn't help but overhear. You know, F.P. is family" , I heard some low grumbles of agreement around the room, "and we take care of our family. I know you're young and that this is a lot of responsibility you both have on your shoulders, but if you need help, all you have to do is ask. And this goes for both of you."

I was touched. I nodded my head rapidly as I tried to keep my eyes dry. "Okay." I choked out.

Peggy sat down next to me and put her and around my shoulders, bringing me in close to her. "Sweetie, this is your first child...correct?"

I nodded.

"I have three children. I know how hard it can be. If no one else is available, call me and I will help you, with whatever you need. Alright?"

I smiled a tiny bit, despite my blotchy face and runny nose from crying. "Alright."

"Serpent's take care of their own." Tall Boy said in a low voice. Everyone verbally agrreed loudly.

"Thank you...I just..." I held back what I was going to say. Peggy took notice of this and said, "Spit it out. It's not good to hold things back, especially if you're carrying a baby."

"I just want F.P. with me! I miss him. He's been gone so often and I know! I know I'm not supposed to ask what he's doing or where he is, but I can't do this alone. I don't just need him to be with me for our child, I need him to be with me as a husband. There can't be a marriage if only one person is around!"

I started to bawl. Once again, I made everyone uncomfortable, though this time to the point of several people saying, "I'm going outside for a smoke." This was bad because you were allowed to smoke indoors at the Whyte Wyrm.

My body racked with sobs and I clung onto Peggy, crying into her shoulder. "I love him and miss him. I hate waking up in the middle of the night and he's not there. I hate getting pity glances because he's not supporting me at lamaze class. I hate being alone at the doctor's even though he knows that hospitals make me nervous. I just want him around more."

Peggy and Tall Boy exchanged looks. "Maybe we can ask if he can have less shifts." Peggy mumbled as she stroked my hair in a motherly fashion.

Tall Boy stroked him beard in thought. "Perhaps. But he has a job to do."

"He's got a pregnant wife who's crying her eyes out! C'mon. We can find him something else to do for a while, until the baby is at least six months. I mean you guys did that for me."

"Pegs, I don't think it's possible."

Peggy gripped me tightly as she shot Tall Boy an icy glare. "They're only kids. It's bad enough that they're young, don't let her go through this alone."

I felt Tall Boy's eyes on me. "Fine. I'll talk with some others, and see what can be done. But I wouldn't get your hopes too high. He volunteered for this job."

I jerked myself from Peggy's arms. "What?! He volunteered for his job? He said it was non-negotiable, that he HAD to do it."

Tall Boy turned a shade of pink and mumbled something along the lines of "Damn women ruining everything.."

I hastily grabbed my yoga mat and bag. I wiped my eyes as I fastly walked out of the bar.

"Darling, please don't get worked up. It ain't good for your baby." Peggy tried to reason.

I ignored her as I pushed the door open, temporarily blinded from the sunlight.

"F.P., isn't that your wife?" I blinked a couple times and vaguely made put F.P.'s form on the other side of the road.

"F.P.!" I yelled out, angrily walking across the street. I held my hand on the side of my face, shielding me from sunlight.

Then I heard my name being called in a panicked manner. "Aggie, watch out!" It was F.P. and he sounded scared.

"From wha-"

I didn't finish my sentence.

A car hit me, making my bag and mat fly out of my hands and launching me up in the air. I felt my back crack the windshield of the car. I went up several feet in the sky, landing hard on the pavement on my side behind the vehicle. A sharp pain shot through me and I gave out a weak cry.

I heard tires screech as they sped away and I heard footsteps pound the pavement as every single Serpent that was present run towards me.

"Call 911!" I heard Peggy cry out.

I felt my body being lifted up and someone holding me in their strong arms.

"Honey? Baby. It's me, F.P. Open your eyes, baby. Please! Just open your eyes. Aggie!" I heard him pause and then scream out, "CALL A FUCKING AMBULANCE, RIGHT NOW! She's bleeding. Oh God, please no! Please..." I felt him hold me tighter and his lips on my forehead.

"It's going to be okay, baby. It's going to be okay." His voice was shaky and I felt droplets wet my hair.

"It's going to be okay." At this point, I don't know of he was talking to me or himself. I didn't know who he was trying to reassure.

I no longer heard anymore of his mantra.

Because I blacked out.

When I woke up everything wasn't okay.

Far from it.

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