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So three things.

First, after this chapter I will be going back and editing my previous chapters because of grammatical and spelling errors.

Second, I have other fanfictions I'm currently working on, my top priority being my G.O.T. fanfic. If you're interested, I have fanfictions in the Scream, Final Destination, and Game of Thrones fandom that I'm currently in the process of writing. Please take a look if you want!

Third, with every chapter I will give a warning beforehand because some of this stuff might be a bit heavy for you guys. In the story, I want to talk about how someone who used to be bright and shiny could turn into someone really cynical and negative. This is not a story for the light-hearted. We will be talking about an array of subjects that can make some people uncomfortable. So please if you have a problem reading some of these things either skip the chapter or don't read the story. Things like sexual assault, miscarriages, depression, seperation, addiction, and other heavy subjects will be explored. I think the 'M' rating should be indication enough of how this is going to go down. I just felt like giving you guys a heads up because I didn't do it in the other chapters.

Warning: Sexual Assault ahead in the second flashback. Skip if you're uncomfortable with it.

1st P.O.V. Riverdale, 2016

"Aggie?"

I turned my head to the side, just to see F.P. watching me.

"Yeah?"

"Do you believe that the world ever just stops?"

I glanced back up at the dark sky, with the stars bedazzling like some rhinestone dotted blanket. The decorations of the heavens were witness to us laying down in the grass in the middle of the Twilight Drive-In. It was just us, as no one was around. It was an off day for the drive-in. We were on a plaid blanket, merely watching the stars in silence.

This was our idea of a date.

My eyes went back to F.P.'s. "Do you feel that?" I asked, putting my ear to the ground.

He seemed confused, copying my motions. "Feel what?" He strained trying to listen.

"The world...it stopped moving right now." A smile spread across his face. "Yeah...and it's just the two of us."

"Forever?" I reached for his hand, pulling it in between us. Our fingers interlaced.

"Forever." He agreed, squeezing my hand tightly.

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I woke up extremely early the next morning.

The sun had yet to come out.

After several attempts of trying to go back to sleep, I abandoned all efforts as seeing it was pretty much futile.

I went to my closet and dressed up in yoga pants, a tank top, a hoodie, and some running shoes.

Even in Detriot, I would go out for morning runs, though I made it a habit to only stay in my neighborhood and to carry my pepper spray.

I stretched for about a half hour before I bounded down the stairs.

F.P. was still asleep, turned on his right side, his arm covering his eyes.

Quietly walking past him, I went to the kitchen and grabbed some Asprin and a cup of water. I set it down on the side table with a note that said: Eat These, Fucker. I put his keys that I had taken that night on the side table as well, hoping that when F.P. woke, he would get the hint to get out.

Grabbing my house key, I tucked it into my pocket as I left.

My feet hit the pavement and I started to jog leisurely. I started to pick up the pace as I saw more and more houses appear, signalling that I was nearing civilization. My feet smacked down on the streets, one after the other, my phone blasting music through my earbuds.

I didn't stop. My lungs burned, and my legs were unforgiving that I had neglected this long held morning routine for the past several days. I pushed myself, faster and faster, refusing to let up. I went through the middle of town, circling back towards my house once I got to the most central point of Riverdale.

I had forgotten how much of Riverdale was on hills.

It was torture to say the least.

Ever see that one movie, 'Howl's Moving Castle', and then there's that one part when the witch is melting on the steps of the palace?

Yeah, that was me.

The sun had just barely come out when I entered into my home quietly. F.P. was still softly snoring, the Asprin on the side table untouched. I went upstairs to my room, stretching, before I grabbed my green bathrobe. I went into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door. I stripped down, putting my clothes in then dirty laundry hamper.

When the shower turned on, I stepped in. A warm spray of water cascaded down my body, washing all my sweat and grime away.

I grabbed my shampoo, a type that smelled like coconut and revitalized my hair, and started to massage it into my scalp. I grabbed the conditioner that was the shampoo's pair and ran it through my bright crimson locks.

I closed my eyes, just relishing in the simple luxury that was a warm shower.

It was a good moment.

Full of solitude, quiet, and tranquil. There were aspects in my life that had been sorely lacking since my descion to move back to the town I had grown up in.

Then I started to smell it...

At first, the offending stench was faint. But as time wore on, it grew more and more prominent.

Something was burning.

Shutting off the shower, I dried my body off as quickly as possible. I rubbed out my hair, still leaving it damp, and dressed in my bathrobe.

I threw open the door and hurried downstairs, where it was smoky.

Noticing F.P. missing from the couch, and the Asprin gone, my temper flared.

"F.P.!" I coughed as I made my way into the kitchen, where the Serpent King was putting a smoking pan in the sink, turning on the faucet to cool it down.

He dropped it in there suddenly, as he jumped back, shaking his hand. "SHIT!" F.P. exclaimed, sucking on the part of his hand that be accidentally burned.

I opened up the window above the sink and the front door, while turning on the ceiling fan in the living room.

When the smoke cleared out, I put my hands on my hips and glared at my ex-husband.

"What the hell is your problem?!" I snapped.

F.P. raised an eyebrow at me and crossed his arms. "What?"

"You heard me! Are you trying to burn down my house, you miserable cretin?"

F.P. rubbed his beard looking exasperated. "I wanted to make you breakfast. Do you a favor, like you did one for me." He gestured his arm over to the couch.

I took a step closer to him. "You really want to do me a favor? Leave." I went past him and turned off the kitchen faucet. "I let you stay the night only because I didn't want someone else getting hurt because of your bad choice. It wasn't because I care or that I want to talk."

Whipping around I saw F.P. glaring away. "I see..." He mumbled. He went over to the couch and grabbed his boots, pulling them on.

"Well, thanks, I guess." He tossed a paper ball at me. I unwrapped it and saw the note I wrote for him. "That was a cute message. Very original." His voice was dripping with sarcasm.

"Well not as original as the drunk ex who show's up to their old girlfriend's house, rambling off about random shit from the past." I shot at him.

F.P. sat up straight and glared at me. "Wife." He said.

"What?"

"You were my wife." He corrected me.

I bit my lip and narrowed my eyes. "Well according to the anullment, we weren't anything. We didn't exist."

A flash of hurt went through F.P.'s brown eyes before they hardened again. He nodded and pulled on his other boot. "We didn't do anything last night...did we?" He asked quietly, stopping for a moment.

Was he serious? I pinched the bridge of my nose.

"F.P., I barely want to speak with you right now. What makes you think I'd even want to go near your dick while you're drunk? So, the answer is no. We didn't do anything." I took my fingers off of my nose glared at him.

F.P. had no response as he started to lace up his boot. He grabbed his keys from the side table and mumbled, "Sorry I came over. And thanks for letting me spend the night."

I stepped away from him as he tried to pat my shoulder. "Just get out." F.P. was about to walk out the door when I said, "Hey."

F.P. turned and cocked his head to the side. "Yeah?"

I put a hand on my upper arm and rubbed it. "Last night...you were rambling on and on about some sort of lie you had told. You said you didn't want to do it, that you had no choice. What did you mean by it?"

F.P.'s entire body froze like a statue. He staggered backwards, opening and closing his mouth several times before he shook his head. "I don't know what you're talking about."

I knew it the moment he froze up.

1.) He was keeping something from me. Something he really didn't want me to find out.

And 2.) He was lying.

You see, ladies and gents, when you spend most of your formative years with someone, you pick up things. I could be gone several thousand years, and I can still pick up when F.P. lies, even if he is a master at it.

"Mmm-hmm. I might not have been around for a long time Forsythe, but I can still tell when you're lying to me."

"I say stupid shit all the time when I lay into the bottle, Aggatha. I have to go. Thanks for taking care of me."

He slammed the door behind me, clearly upset that I pointed out his drunken sayings from the night before.

"Well, fuck you too." I grumbled. I went upstairs and got dressed in some regular jeans and an old Nirvana t-shirt.

Grabbing my keys, I left the house to go over to Fred's. When I arrived, I knocked on door only to have Archie answer with his backpack on.

"Hey Aunt Aggie." I looked at him confusedly.

"Wingnut! Where the hell are you going?"

"School." He pronounced all the syllables to the word slowly, as if I couldn't comprehend what he was talking about. "It's Monday. I have school today."

"Is your dad here?"

He shook his head. "Nah, he left early this morning."

"Oh!" I looked around the neighborhood before shrugging. "Well c'mon then. I'll give you a ride to school."

Archie scratched the back of his red-head. "I don't know..."

Rolling my eyes, I grabbed my nephew's arm, pulling him towards rhe car. "It's still pretty early, so why don't we go get some coffee and donuts, on me." Archie looked conflicted. His eyes darted over to the house next door before he nodded. "Sure, sounds like fun. Let me lock up the house though."

I went over to the car and started it as Archie locked the front door. He came over and threw his backpack in the backseat.

I drove us to this one little coffee shop, where I ordered a box of donuts and two cups of joe to go. When I can back to the car, I handed Archie his cup and the box. "Here kid. Share these with your friends."

Archie looked puzzled. "Don't you want one?"

I shook my head as I took a sip of my coffee. "Nope."

Archie drummed his fingers on the pink box before he blurted out, "Aunt Aggie, are you hiding something?"

I looked at him kind of funny and snorted. "What? No. Why would you think that?"

Archie shrugged. "I don't know. You've been saying that you wanted to help out my dad with his seperation from my mom, but Mom's been gone for nearly a year and a half."

I punch on the breaks hard, causing my coffee to fly out of my cup and onto the windshield. I turned my head sideways, staring at my nephew in shock. "What the fuck did you just say?"

Archie looked like he was going to have a heart attack. "What? What did I say?"

I felt like I was going to explode. "Your mom's been gone for more than a year? I thought she just left."

Archie's eyes turned sad for a moment and he stared down at the box of donuts. "No, she didn't just leave."

Well, well, well. Fred preaches to me about talking things over, and he hasn't even spoken to me about how long his wife has been away! What the fuck? We were in contact a year and a half ago. Why didn't he say anything when she first left?

Something else got my attention. "What does your mom leaving have to do with me 'hiding something?" I said, using air quotes.

"After you left dinner the other night, Jughead told me that he thinks there's another reason that you're in town. He thinks that it has something to do with his dad." My mouth dropped open.

Damn.

That kid was too smart for his own good.

Maybe I should just tell Archie the truth.

"No! I just don't like his dad, that's all."

Okay, so I lied.

Archie sat back as I retrieved some napkins from the glove compartment and wiped down the windshield.

"Aunt Aggie...why am I getting the feeling that Jughead is right?"

Throwing the damp napkins somwhere in the backseat, I let out a breath and sat back. Gripping the steering wheel, I stared straight towards the empty road ahead of me. "Archie...there's a lot to my past that's full of hurt. It's a sad story that has yet to end."

Archie, much like his father, stared at me with warm brown eyes and patted me on the back. "I'm sure it'll get better."

I gave my nephew a small smile. "You know Wingnut, I might be a little late in my offer...but seperation, it hurts like hell to everyone involved. If you ever want to talk, I'm here to listen." Archie solemnly nodded. I took my foot off the break and revved the engine. "Now let's get you to school, 'Kay?"

I drove Archie to school, were a bunch of kids were outside in the front hanging out. A tall, muscular, Asian boy spotted us and yelled out, "Andrews!"

We both turned our heads as our family name was shouted out. The teenager jogged over, whistling as he did so. "Damn! That is a sweet ride, Andrews." I leaned over my nephew and flashed the kid a smile. "Thanks! She's my baby."

The boy stopped and stared at me with wide eyes and a dropped mouth. Archie opened the door, accidentally hitting the kid, who was relentless as he looked on at me. Archie grabbed his backpack from the back of the car, put it one, the grabbed his coffee and the box of donuts.

"Thanks for the ride and donuts, Aunt Aggie. It was a real treat." I grinned as he stood besides the awestruck boy. "It's no problem, Wingnut."

Archie blushed as the teen next to him exclaimed in shock, "Holy shit! Andrews, she's your aunt!?" Archie rolled his eyes as he shut the passenger door. "Reggie, leave her alone." Archie grabbed him and pulled him away from my car. As they walked towards the front doors I heard Reggie say, "Dude, she's so hot! And she has a great car! How old is she?"

'Too old for you, kid." I thought dryly.

I started to move, when I nearly ran over another teenager. I leaned out my door's window and honked my horn several times. "Hey Kid! Watch where you're-Holy Shit! Jimothy?! Watch where you're walking! This isn't aisle six at the grocery store! You can't just walk slowly." The clean cut kid from the grocery store gave me a tiny glare as he moved on.

Chuckling slightly, I decided to take a drive to the Southside.

There was no point in avoiding it now that F.P. knew I was back.

While I was driving there, I slowed down to a halt as a green light changed to red. Driving up next to me was a nice old classic car in the color white. The drivier gave me a smug smile and winked at me.

I ignored him.

I knew what gang he probably belonged to, and it sure as hell wasn't the Serpents.

Ghoulies.

I disliked them.

If it wasn't for them F.P. and I would never have gotten together.

I was walking around the Southside, looking in every restaurant, bar, and hidey hole, trying to find F.P. My bike was locked up outside the Post Office on the Southside. F.P. was supposed to come to our house for dinner, as he always did on a Saturday night. This week though, I was so nervous about him coming to dinner. I didn't know why though. He always came over, even if it wasn't Saturday, and this dinner wasn't anything fancy.

Nevertheless, I spent all day cleaning the house. It was so bad, that Fred and my Dad left to 'go run errands' as an excuse to get out of my warpath. I even kicked Mom out of the kitchen so I could cook dinner.

I made a full spread. A rack of ribs, baby carrots, mashed potatoes, tomato soup, and strawberry chocolate pie for dessert.

I even wore a yellow dress, that buttoned down to the middle and that was knee-length. When my family got home, we waited for an hour before deciding to eat.

Or they did

I couldn't eat. I was wondering where F.P. was. Deciding to take my bike and a slice of pie, I ventured into the Southside to find out where he was.

It was nearly nighttime, when I ran into troubke.

"Hey sweetie! Where are you off to?" I turned slightly to see a trio of boys

Hoping that they'd go away if I talked to them, I stopped and gave all three a small smile. "I'm just looking for a friend. I have to give him something and-"

The tallest one of the group, a gangly brunette with pimples, spoke up. "Toots, I ain't never seen you around these parts before."

The other boy, a blonde one with striking green eyes, looked me up and down as he popped his bubble gum. "Skeevie is right. You don't look like you go to Southside High, Red."

I blushed and took a small step back. "Well, I actually go to Riverdale High-"

The leader of the trio, a handsome boy with black shoulder length hair, gave me a steely glare. "You're a Northsider?" He took a menacing step forward and I backed up a couple paces. He gave a deep chuckle. "Well, well, well. Look what we got here boys! A Northsider mouse, all ready to play."

Starting to feel panic, I shook my head rapidly. "No! I don't want to play. I just want to look for my friend."

"What? Your Northsider friends ain't good enough for you now?" Asked the gangly boy as he cracked his knuckles.

"Yeah! Suddenly you just want to slum it up with a Southside, is that it?!" Added the blonde boy as he balled up his first.

"No! I'm not slumming it up. I've been friends with this boy for ages. Maybe you know him! His name is F.P.!" I was trying to avoid any trouble, so I hoped that by dropping F.P.'s name, they would be more understanding. Maybe they'd even help me look for him.

Boy, was I wrong.

Really fucking wrong.

The leader froze. Suddenly, his steely glare contorted into a snarl. "F.P. Jones?! The Serpent?!"

I shook my head rapidly. That couldn't be right. F.P. wasn't part of a gang.

The blonde one looked like he wanted to pummel something. "You're friends with that guy?! That uppity fuck who thinks that he's better because he goes to Riverdale High?"

I felt my blood run cold when they mentioned the school F.P. attended.

My eyes widened in shock, because if they knew where F.P. went to school, they were probably telling the truth about him being a Serpent as well...

The leader chuckled again, this time more maniacally, as he snapped his fingers. "Boys, let's show this Northside Princess what happens when you want to make friends with a Serpent." He looked me in the eye as he uttered his threat. "Us Ghoulies don't take kind to Serpents in our territory. And this also goes for their sluts."

In that moment, I knew that if I didn't act now, I'd be frozen in terror. Dropping the box that contained F.P.'s dessert, I sprinted down the street.

"Get that bitch!" I heard the leader say. I could hear their footsteps pound the pavement as they chased after me.

While running, I screamed at the top of my lungs. "HELP ME! PLEASE! THE GHOULIES ARE AFTER ME! F.P.! HELP!"

Coming to the end of the road, I noticed a field before it led into the forest. Hoping to take my chances there, I ran towards it.

My plan was to go into the thickest part and lose them by climbing a tree or by hiding in a bush.

But that plan was foiled halfway through me running across the field.

I felt the wind being knocked out of me as the leader of the trio tackled me from behind, causing us to stumble into the thick, tall, yellow grass.

I could barely breathe as he flipped me over and straddled my waist. The other two boys ran up beside him and smirked down at me.

"Good going, boss!" Said the gangly one, breathing hard.

The blonde one nodded. "Yeah, that was a nice tackle. Now whatcha gonna do with her? Rough her up?"

I squirmed and started to hit the boy on top of me in the chest. He glared down and slapped me across the face.

I tasted blood on my lip immediately after.

The leader reached into his back pocket, and produced a switchblade. He flipped it open and held it to my throat, causing me to become paralyzed.

The leader looked between his two cronies and then back down at me. "Yeah, I'm gonna rough her up." He ground his hips into mine proactively. "I'm gonna rough her up real good."

Tears started to stream down my face as he grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. I squirmed beneath him as he ran his blade down my dress.

He gave me a sadistic grin as he started to pop the buttons off, one by one. The blonde boy laughed. "Look at her face! She's fucking terrified now."

The gangly one nudged the leader. "Can I have a turn when you're done?"

"Yeah. We'll all have a ride."

Feeling dread in my stomach, I spit into my attacker's face. "Leave me alone!" I wiggled underneath his grasp his he furiously wiped off the saliva from his face.

"You fucking cunt!" He released my wrists only to ball up his fist and ram it into my stomach.

I felt like a boulder suddenly restricted my ability to breathe.

He held down my wrists again as he hastily started to pop off every button of my dress. My bra and belly button were exposed at this point. Grabbing the switchblade, he cut the middle of my bra, opening it to reveal my breasts.

I finally regained my breath and let out a choked sob.

"Ain't she a beauty boys?!" The boys whistled and whooped, one even saying, "Damn! I just want to bury my face in them and never come out."

The leader met my eyes as he smirked. "Now that's the best idea I've heard the whole damn day!"

He bent down and buried his face in my chest, inhaling my scent.

I never felt more humiliated than I did in that moment.

Why me? I hadn't done anything to deserve this.

Then I felt it.

His tounge licking my plump mounds of flesh, his teeth nibbling at them, leaving tiny bite marks. I let out a shriek.

My eyesight was blurry with tears. I thrashed my head side to side, my plea's falling in deaf ears. "Please! Please stop! I bet you're better people than this! Please stop!"

The boy above me didn't listen as put down his switchblade for a moment in order to lift up the skirt of my dress. He grabbed the knife again, muttering a quiet, "Be still." He swiped the blade beneath both sides of my underwear, baring my most private area for everyone to see.

He dropped the switchblade to the side of him as his hand gripped my naked thigh. His head didn't leave my breasts as his hand went up at an excruciatingly slow pace. Finally, they made their way to their destination.

He entered in two fingers, causing me to cry out in pain as he curled them. He looked up at me and laughed. "Boys! We got ourselves a virgin!"

I started to shriek out loud, when the blonde one wolf whistled with his fingers. "What a lucky bastard!" He exclaimed.

I felt them moving in me. That's when I started to scream louder than ever before. And I only screamed the one name I could. "F.P.! PLEASE! OH GOD! PLEASE!" This wasn't how I wanted to lose my virginity. Hell, does anyone?

The leader above me unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He pulled out his hard cock and rubbed it at my entrance ."F.P. ain't here to save you."

I could only shut my eyes, fearing for the worst, when I heard a familiar voice say, "Think again, motherfucker."

I felt the boy being shoved off of me and I scrambled up, pulling down the skirt of my dress and covering my bare chest with my arms.

My watery gaze made out F.P.'s form. He paused briefly and took in my appearance. From my torn dress, to my shredded panties on the ground, to my split lip where the leader had struck me earlier on.

F.P.'s face turned to one of pure rage as his eyes turned dark. He looked at the leader of the trio who was buttoning up his pants.

I've seen F.P. mad before...but this...he looked like he was going to murder someone in the cruelest way possible.

"You touched her?" F.P. asked in a deadly voice.

"We gave that Northside Slut what was coming to her." To my utter disgust the boy liicked the fingers that were in me and gave F.P. an amused look. "Mmm...tastes like cherry." He chuckled.

Horrified at his actions, I burst into a fresh batch of tears, ashamed at what they had done to me. That's all it took for F.P. Jones to snap.

"HOW DARE YOU TOUCH HER! I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!" F.P. launched himself at the leader, punching him across the face.

Even when the boy managed to hit him back, F.P. punched back harder. He got on top of the boy, knocking his switchblade from his hands, and repeatedly hit him in the face until it was a bloody mess.

Wobbling upright, I stood as I saw one of the other boys about to attack F.P. with their own knife.

He was going to stab F.P.. On instinct and pure adrenaline, I acted.

"NOOO!" I gave out a strangled cry and quickly dived for the switchblade on the ground. Shakily, I stabbed the one that was going to attack F.P. in the calf and he fell down with a yelp of pain .

Then, other voices came. From a distance, a group of about seven Serpents made their way to all of us.

I quickly covered up my chest and backed away from them fearfully, afraid at what they were going to do.

The tallest one, took in the scene and calmly walked over to F.P., who was still making the boy's face a bloodied wreck.

"F.P. that's enough." He said gruffly, putting a hand on the Jones' boy's shoulder. F.P. jerked away from him and didn't relent.

The tall man yanked F.P. off and stood him upright. F.P. had a wild look in his eyes. His bruised and blood-covered fist held his brass knuckles tightly. "F.P., get your girl. We'll take care of the rest."

F.P. for a moment looked like he was about to say something snarky and until his eyes went to me.

He nodded and walked over to me, taking off his Southside Serpent jacket, making me put it on to cover myself.

"C'mon, Aggie." He picked me up bridal style and carried me away from there. I wrapped my arms around his neck and put my face into his chest.

With him...I felt like I found a safe haven.

He made his way back into town and went into a bar.

"HELP! I NEED HELP!" He shouted. The music, voices talking, and laughter seized. People made way as F.P. walked to the other side of the bar.

Someone went up to him. "Jesus, F.P.! What happened?"

F.P. stopped walking. "My friend...she was attacked by a couple Ghoulies. I think they..." His voice trailed off and I heard a bunch of exclamations of anger.

"What the fuck?!"

"Why did the attack her?"

"First they come into our turf, then they start pushing the hard stuff, now this?"

"Those sadistic fuckers!"

F.P. leaned into the guy the came up to him and quietly said, "Get me the first aid kit and I'm going to need a car. She's spending the night with me."

I wiggled in his arms, crying out, "No! I want Freddy...please, I want my brother." "You're not going anywhere, Aggie." Was his response.

F.P.'s grip on me tightened and he walked to another room, an empty one. Gently, he set me down on a table, turning his back to me.

In a low voice he asked, "Aggatha...why the hell would you go walking about the Southside alone at night?"

I sniffed. "I-I-I was looking for you. I made dinner and you didn't come. I wanted to give you at least a slice of p-p-pie."

F.P. sighed and he turned around. "What happened...it's not your fault. Whatever they did-"

"They didn't do that."

F.P. cocked his head to the side, his brown eyes trained on me. "What?"

"I'm still a virgin..."

F.P. visibly deflated with relief. But then he turned his head away in shame. "This is all my fault."

I reached out for his hand and took it in mine. "It's no one's fault but my o-o-own. I was being foolish."

F.P. took a step closer to me. "Aggs...you probably already figured this out...but I'm a Southside Serpent."

"Why would you keep that from me? I don't care that you are." I wiped my eyes.

F.P.'s jaw clenched. "No...but Fred might."

I became confused. "Why would you join?"

F.P. shook his head, refusing to answer. "That's a story for another day." He ran his fingers through his light brown hair. "You're not safe being friends with me..."

There was a moment of hesitation before I spoke up. "F.P. you saved me. Those boys could have gotten further if it weren't for you." I sighed pushing down my tears, not letting even one escape. "I want to stay a virgin. I'm saving myself for someone special." I looked down at the floor, mumbling, "Someone like you."

F.P.'s index finger went under my chin and made me gaze into his eyes. "Someone like me...or me?"

I stared him in the eyes before gripping the back of his head, pressing my lips to his, unafraid of him or his touch. I knew in my heart that he was not like those boys that tried to hurt me. Every single time his lips moved with mine, I felt a piece of myself healing. Slowly, I pulled back from him. He put his forehead to mine, stroking back a strand of hair. "You...definitely you."

So, in some fucked way, it was because of the Ghoulies that we got together.

F.P. would later on tell me how he heard someone calling his name while he was heading to the Whyte Wyrm. He told me how he didn't think anything of it until he got a hair-raising feeling that something was wrong. He stayed outside until he heard his name called screamed. F.P. had said he ran in the direction of the scream, getting there just in the nick of time.

Not that it mattered now.

He probably hurt me far worse than those boys ever did.

Still...he saved me that night.

Riverdale was full of memories.

Some of them bad...some of them good.

Overall, this was my opinion: fuck this town.

Revving my engine, I drove away.

Okay! So there it was and yes, her getting assaulted will come into bigger play later on. I needed to show that people don't become bitter and angry overnight. It takes a culmination of events to make a person that way. So please, review and tell me what you think! Reviews give me power and power helps me write! If we could get this up to 45 reviews, I would be so thankful!