Chapter 35: King Queen Of Misery
White, blue, red, pink, aqua and other varieties of colors flashed. Drinking could associated with disordinated vision and lots of swearing. For one drinking be marked with a caution. It shouldn't be just allowed. The Side effects are the pain of a hangover or yelling little children.
"Mrs.Smith, are you alright?" She fluttered her eyes at the person. She still didn't know what was going on. Why was the room spinning? Oh god her head hurts. Who the hell is shouting in her eardrums? When she finds out who? She will haunt them until they regret ever meeting her.
Was she losing her mind? She could people shouting and hollering over the loud obnoxious music. She feels all her blood rush to her head and she now feels like she could throw up.
"Ace!" She hears Hogeye running towards her. She had no clue where she was or what was going on around her.
Then she heard another voice," Is she okay? I didn't see her coming." She recognized the voice. He sounded so familiar but she couldn't remember the name that was wondering around her brain.
Hogeye was in the back room when he heard a commotion outside and went to investigate. She. He arrives he finds Alice on the floor, eyes closed and looking almost dead. He immediately starts to panic. He notices a blonde man by her and how he's checking her pulse.
"She's got a pulse." The blonde man said as she took a flashlight out of his back pocket and checked her reflexes.
Hogeye sighed in relief. He couldn't have his favorite getting hurt. He also knew Fp would kill him if anything happened to woman his loves. And frankly he wants to live to see their wedding. So he's trying to keep Fp Jones from murdering.
He gets over by Alice's other side and brushes his finger through hair and places a cool rag on top of her forehead. From what he can see she looks just very wasted and needs to go home.
He was about to pull out his phone and call Fp when he feels Alice's body recoil with his sudden moment. He watched as her eyes finally slowly open. He hopes she okay and he doesn't get murdered tonight. "Alice…. are you okay?"
All the voices mash into one as Alice slowly starts registering what's going around her. Her eyes still feel heavy as she blinks her eyelashes. The light was blinding her poor eyeballs. She wants to go somewhere.
"Ah…" She finally stammers as she squeezed her eyelids tightly from the harsh lights.
What's going on? Why was she on the floor and where was her tequila? God dammit! She spilled tequila on her brand new blouse. God she's so stupid. This blouse costed her whole damn paycheck! She had too many unanswered questions all at once. And then it was hitting her. She body slammed someone and hit the bar floor. She didn't even want to think of all the germs that were crawling all over the bar floor. She doubted it was cleaned regularly.
"Ace, can you hear me?" She can hear the worry in hogeye's voice. Her head was still spinning.
She just moans out and Hogeye sighs in relief. At least she can hear him. Now he needs to know if she can see at all. "Huh…"
"It's alright, Mrs. Smith. You're okay. We bumped into each other at the bar. I caught you before you hit the floor. Can you see anything?"
Her eyes start to adjust to the light and her vision becomes clearer as she tries to sit up. Her hands are planted to the ground and she's using her upper body strength to lift herself up. "Where am I?" She slurs as she rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand.
"You're at the wyrm." Hogeye explains to her as he gives her a glass of water to drink. He waits until she finishes the glass and hands it back to him.
Out of nowhere the voice she heard earlier speaks up again," Should I call, Mr. Jones?" Alice frantically shakes her head at the man.
She doesn't want to see Fp. She can't even think about him. He's the reason she was drinking. She didn't want to go back to house and face him. She was still furious he decided to lie straight to her face instead of tell her the truth.
She rolls her eyes and whines," No!" She wails at the two men.
The two men stared at her with confusion. Why was Ace acting like this, Hogeye wonders inside his head. Then he looks over at the young blonde and sighs," What's your name, Young man?" He asks as he helps Alice off the floor.
The young man exchanges looks with the two. Alice looked very drunk and not well. He wonder what was going on with her. Did she get into a fight with her husband? He was so confused.
"It's Charles—- I mean Adam." Adam corrects himself as he looks at the bartender.
Alice's eyes flicker with hope. Did he just say Charles? Was she losing her mind? No— he said Charles. But she couldn't tell for sure due to all the alcohol she has consumed.
Before she can open her mouth," Well, Adam. Why don't you take her home for me?" Adam nodded his head.
"No! I don't want to see Fp!" She screamed distastefully at Hogeye and Adam.
Hogeye growls and sucks at his bottom lip. Geez Alice can be so annoying when she's drunk. He looked at Adam and then Alice one last time before opening his mouth.
"Ace… I need to call someone or I will have to call him. No matter what you say. I'm not going to get sued or get murder by Fp because you didn't go home." He explains to Alice while she rolled her eyes and snorted.
"Moni…" She slurred off her lips as she starts gigging, causing Hogeye and Adam to list off a bunch of F-bombs.
"Alright… I'll call her." Hogeye growls back as he turns down the hall and into his office.
Man this woman was going to make all his hair fall out and go bald from all the stress, pulling hair and her drinking habits. She can be funny when drunk but she can also be a pain in his ass.
About 12:03 in the morning, A phone sets off and breaks a sleeping princess from her beauty sleep. Of course the sleepy princess wasn't exactly happy with whoever is waking her from her slumber.
She groaned loudly as she rolls onto her side, reaches over the mattress and grabs the cursing device into her sleep deprived hand. She scouts up in her deluxe queen-sized bed and swipes the lightning brightness on her phone screen. She raises the phone to her ear. She was still half-asleep when she heard the phone click.
"Hello?" She calls out as she groggily rubbed her eyes with her hand.
She heard loud music blaring through the receiver and she moves her phone a few inches away from her fragile morning ears.
"Hermione…?" A man answers triggering her party ears.
She sits up and sighs," Hogeye…" She whispers out of shock.
She hadn't heard from this man since Fp got drunk and they had to bring him back to his trailer. That was when Alice was taken to the awful cult farm and left Fp thinking she was aborting his baby.
"Yes. I have Alice here and she's completely trashed. I tried convincing her to let me call Fp but she won't let me." Hogeye growled and she could hear the annoyance dripping off his tone.
"Why doesn't she want Fp?"
A sigh escapes Hogeye's lips,"I have no, Hermione." He snarls. "Can you just pick her up? She back to drinking."
In the background she can hear Alice yelling, "Fuck! Fucking Fp Jones! He can suck my dick!" She rubbed a hand over face and groans into a pillow as she turns on the lamp by her bed.
"On my way." She sighs as she puts on her slippers and ends the call.
Hogeye was right. She's was going to make her lose her mind and she also had a new task to deal with in the morning. She was going to march over to Fp and smack him for whatever he did to her best friend. She won't tolerant it. She didn't before and still will stay at the same as she always has.
She keys the ignition with a weak thrust and puts her jeep in reverse as she backs out of her driveway. Her hands meet the wheel and she speeds off. She wants to yell at her best friend because she woke her up. She knew she was going to be crabby until she got to back and close her eyes.
After twenty minutes, Hermione finally arrived at the bar. The bar hasn't changed much since Alice, Fp, Fred and her all would gather at bar getting tipsy drunk and high on their asses. Those were fun times. Sometimes she wishes she could go back to a fun, reckless and rebellious teen again.
As a teenager she would get into a lot of trouble. She would sneak out of the house to go to Penelope's parties and drink until she woke the next morning with a raging hangover. Speaking hangovers she knows for a fact that Alice will be sorry in the morning.
She pulled open the door and strutted her hips across the bar, where she found Alice helping herself to more tequila shots. You gotta be kidding? She's drinking still.
She storms up to the bar and scoffs harshly at Hogeye," And you didn't stop her!" Her teeth barred as the sun was still down for the night.
Hogeye's eyes raise upward and his hands were held for a verbal surrender. He doesn't want to fight with the mayor and she probably kick his ass. Moni fights the fire bubbling up in her stomach as she glared her cold brown eyes at him.
"It's not like I had a choice, Rose." He hissed as he poured three shots for his other customers at the bar.
At this point she can't even fight him. How would it look if the mayor got into a fight with a citizen? It would look irresponsible and her daughter—would have her ass on the line for that.
She waved her hand and flipped him off instead." I'm going to take her to my place." She grunted as she rushed over to assist her dear friend.
No words were spoken as the Latina marched up to the her friend. She looks down at her friend and sighs. Her makeup was dripping down her face. She no longer had a soft red lip. Her eyes were bloodshot and watery. She frowns at her state and carefully pulls out the bar stool next to her friend.
"Al…" Her voice drawls as she placed a kind hand to her wrist. The blonde turns her head an inch and starts laughing. She fought back her eyes from rolling out of her eye sockets. "Why don't you come with me?" Her voice soft and caring as she looked her in the eyes.
Her eyes looked like she died inside. She hated how her best friend looked. She also was aware that Alice was very drunk and clearly wasn't thinking straight. She heard Alice snorting over the booming bass in the back of the bar.
"Moni!" Alice exclaims as a fit of drunken giggles overlayed her thoughts.
Now Hermione was wanting to punch her in the face. First she woke her up and now she's acting like a drunk college chick who can't handle her liquor for shit.
"Alice…. let's get you home…" She sighed as she took her hand into hers and helped stand her up.
Alice shakes her head at her,"No-no, I wa-nt to stayyy." She's icing her throat with more giggles and quiet tears frosted over her paling cheeks.
"Al… let's go. You're drunk and you look like absolute trash."
Alice's hand goes up and her eyes burned with the aching tears. She didn't want to go home. Home wasn't a home right now. Koel was gone. She didn't know if he was dead or not.
"No! No!" She thrusted out of her friend's tight grip and tossed her hands up. "Fp can suck it! I don't want to go home. Koel he's g-gone!" She cried, tears streaming down her cheeks and shooting down more shots.
Hermione's heart shattered for her. She can't imagine if Veronica would go missing. It's her worst nightmare. She wants to be able to take away her pain and suffering. She really does but she can't. She doesn't have the power; even as the mayor. She was a miracle worker— and that was very unfortunate. She wants to but she doesn't have the ability to do so.
She quickly wrapped her arms around her frame and let her sob into her shoulder. Alice buried her head in between her shoulder and neck. Her face was nestled and her head was stroked. After a week and many tequila shots later. She was finally come to her reality. Her son was gone and there was nothing she could do about it. Her heart pulsed, hands trembled and her throat felt like it was being crushed by nothing but fire.
It was like her heart was being take over. "I know…. I know, Al…" That was all that could be said. No words could take away the time that had already passed.
A child ripped away from its mother. A mother's child ripped away from her arms, her comfort and safety so shelled her pride and happiness in. And there was the friend that just kept stroking the mother's hair as she broke her final barrier.
Nothing could done to change or turn back what had been done. All her answers were still unanswered and that only caused her heart to collapse into ice water. Water she called her dark, gloomy and demonized thoughts.
After a long drive home, the two friends, mother bonded their wounds with tape and glue as the other helped heal— or tried to help.
Alice feels the heaviness over taking her eyes as she was guided to her friend's bed. Hermione gave her a pair of clothes she could borrow; since she trashed her blouse. It had been a long night. From the blurry vision she could only read the time one blink at a time. Her friend's alarm clock read as Three O'clock in the morning. She groans as she feels her throat. Her throat was sore and she could still hear the buzzing from the Wrym's booming bass as her head smacked the pillow.
Hermione looks beside her and finds Alice snoring like a trucker. She hopes that Alice won't have such a bad hangover as she did in high school. Though she knows that's bound to happen; no matter what were the consequences.
A boy was yelling, screaming on top of his lungs. The father whips his head around like crazy. Where was his son? He's screaming louder and the father's motive find his son grows more and more as he jumped the fence.
He doesn't see his son and then the screaming stops. The screaming was replaced by a gunshot. The father runs at the sound and braces for the conflict. And when he arrives at the scene. His heart stopped and he falls to his knees. He doesn't care about the brown mud covering the man's shoes. His eyes become unprotected and tears fall from the father's eyes like a tsunami.
"Son!" His voice rasps as he bows to his pride and joy. "No! No!" He cries as he frantically shakes his head and starts caressing the boy's cheek with his shaky hands.
A gasp was exhaled by the injured boy." D-dad…" The little boy pauses before he restarts. The father's eyes mist as he stared at the little boy. "S-save m-mom…." His voice trailed off and he looks at his heartbroken father.
"Charlie… listen to me boy." Fp's voice rasps as he shakes his head. "No you're going to die on me. You will live, son…" Tears rolled down his cheeks.
Beep….. Beep…. Beep…. Beep!
The little boy named Charles shakes his head." I'm dying. Dad, just take care of Jug, Jelly, and Koel for me. I need to see auntie…" Fp's head whips and he looks at the boy.
"No! You're only eight! Auntie Abby won't need you, bub. Please stay with me boy…!"
His words were ignored and Charles's lips turn to a blue color. Fp was watching his son die and he never thought he would have to see his son die.
"Auntie Abby will take care of me…"
His eyes close and Fp starts bawling his eyes out. His lips trembled as she caressed his little boy's blonde hair with a hand and his face pressed into his son's unresponsive chest.
"Charles!" He wails. His throat consuming all the rain from his eyes. "Charlie!" He bellows up to the night starred sky.
He felt like his world was spinning and then heard another little boy's voice. His head spun around and his eyes burn.
"Juggie…."
A car slams into a tree and the car starts rolling downhill. His middle child's face was pressed to glass window and then dark seized the car into its mouth and swallows him whole.
"Juggie!" He roars as he chases into the water.
His sixteen year old son. His son was gone. Then his daughter appeared. His heart pounded like a drum.
"Dadddy!" Jellybean yelled as she was taking by the water.
"Jellybean!!" He exclaims as he tried to reach her.
But was too late. And lastly, His eyes widened on his last child. Koel was standing, squeaking, laughing like a little kid should be.
And then it all came to a stop. A hand was placed over his mouth and Fp watched motionless. He couldn't move. His son was screaming for help. He couldn't even talk yet. He was only three-months. The kidnapper smirked as he placed the bud of the gun to his head.
And then bang… his world stopped. His stomach plummeted as he watched his son's insides spread across Fox forest. He runs and runs and runs.
"Koel! Koel!" He screams until his lungs lose oxygen.
Penny and the Ghoulies started charging at him and he remembers one thing about his life.
He was a drunk and always will be….
Bang….. Bang… crash….. splash….. went his heart. All the actions started blurring into one.
Beep….. Beep…. Beep……… Beep….. Beep!
His sits up quickly as his heart pounded as he looked around the room. He couldn't breathe. His lungs feel like he's underwater. He's in his bed that he shares with Alice. He looks to the other side of the bed and his heart sinks.
She's not in bed with him. She never came back home. His head flops back to his pillow and he sighs. His alarm blared in his eardrums as he slammed his palm over the bell.
That does the trick and now he has to pull himself out of bed. He had to important meeting with Veronica about turn upcoming Speakeasy. He has to admit that Veronica was a great boss. She was kind and treated all her employees the same. She also acted like her and Him were business partners. He missed being a partner. Fred and their business together was a lot of fun and also work too.
Betty wakes with a start. She didn't sleep the best listening to Fp cry himself to sleep last night. And now she has to get ready for school. She didn't get much sleep and now she's going to school. She rolls out of bed, feet dangling over the sides and yawned with her arms stretched. Next she walks over to her closet and throws on a comfy hoodie before she closes her door behind her. Her hands pressed into her sides as she went downstairs.
She spotted Jughead, Cheryl and Jellybean at the table when she arrived. She made herself a bowl of cereal and set her bowl down. After that she leaned in to give Jughead a small peck on the lips before sitting down to eat. Jughead smiled at her and returned her kiss and settled in. Cheryl doesn't feel like eating. She's not very hungry. She just grabbed an apple and started munching.
Jellybean hopped her seat and headed over by the pantry. She opened the pantry door and walks inside. As she searches for the dog food bag, Her Dad had gotten two days prior. She scooped two cups fulls into Midnight's doggy dish and laid her head on the table. Her head was pounding from the recent even from last night. It was odd that Alice wasn't making them a big buffet breakfast like she usually does. That was very out of character for her.
Her favorite had to be pancakes with Mickey and Minnie Mouse faces. She's grown to like Alice's cooking and now was missing it. She grabbed herself a pop tart and peeled back the wrapper. As she took a bite. It was okay. It wasn't like anything her new mother could make.
"Did you hear Daddy cry?" She whispers across the dining room table over at her brother.
Jughead bit his cheek and softly bobbed his head up and nod. He didn't like talking in the morning. He wanted to go back to sleep. He was exhausted.
"Yeah…" He muttered before shutting his mouth and stuffed his cheeks with donut holes.
Betty soberly cracked a slight smile at her boyfriend. His face was coated with white powder from the donut holes he had been eating.
"Jug, you got something right here." She informed him as she wiped the donut dust off his exposed cheeks.
He blushed and rolled his eyes. Cheryl smirked and pulled out her phone to snap a picture. Jughead scowled and started reaching across the table. He failed and knocked over Betty's cup that was filled with orange juice. Betty's eyes widened and she gets up to grab some paper towels. She comes back with two paper towels and soaks up the mess.
Jughead scrunches up his face and rolled his eyes dramatically. "Look! You caused this!" He pouts with his arms crossed against his chest.
Cheryl looks up from her nails and rolls her eyes. "Oh calm down. Don't need you get your beanie all twisted over a mess you caused." She spat as she hovered away.
Over and over again. Over and over again. It just kept repeating as her eyes fluttered open. Oh lord how much did she drink? She had no clue. Her head throbbed tremendously as she sat up. Her eyes scanned her surroundings as her mind tries to register what the hell happened last night. She remembers certain pieces. Her fight with Fp, the sobbing drive to the bar and then Hogeye. But after that she has no resurrection of. It's all blurred from the time her first shot of tequila and her last.
"Al… are you up?" She heard someone call through the door.
Sitting up was a challenge. She had to you all her muscles in her core. It was like she was doing the sit-ups test. And was getting graded on her performance.
"Umm…" Alice pauses as she looks around the room one more time and groans. "Yeah just a major headache and my eyes burn like fire."
The door opens, revealing Hermione carrying a tray filled with remedies for nasty hangovers. She knew that Alice was going to regret her crimes she gave herself last night. So she asked her personal chef what gets over hangovers. She was told that sport drinks and even greasy food can help.
Alice smiled as she saw Moni come in the room with a variety remedies for her hangover. She didn't know how she got here but she was thankful Hogeye called her instead of Fp. She was still extremely furious with him. Maybe she was irritable or snappy from the hangover but that didn't mean he was in the clear either.
"Here, I brought you some blue Gatorade you like so much when you feel like shit and I also got you some oatmeal." Moni's breaks into her thoughts as she set the tray by the bed.
Alice uncapped her drink and drank her thirst away. She was so thirsty. She didn't even think she could have such a dry throat. Hermione sat by Alice's feet as she ate off the tray she was given.
"Thanks.." She quietly mutters as she capped the bottle again.
Hermione's hand stroked her knee gently. Alice sighs as she set her drink back on the tray and leans into her friend's comforting support. Her arms instantly were wrapped around her friend's waist.
"Why did I have to pick you up at 12 in the morning, Alice? I was sleeping and I was dreaming about Paris." Alice sighs and bites her lip.
"Fp lied again and we had a fight. I didn't want to go home. Koel bring gone doesn't help. I'm so angry all the time. It's not even funny, Moni…" Hermione pulls Alice into her arms.
There was comfort in her arms and Alice's eyes burned with tears. "It's okay, Amiga. He was a big bastardo." Alice snorted at her best friend's comment.
"Oh Moni! Yes he is a big bastardo." She giggled into Moni's shoulder.
Hermione loved watching Alice act like herself again. She didn't need to be all upset over a man. Friends help friend's through their shit. It's not like she doesn't like Fp. She does. But when he makes her friend upset and makes her cry her eyes out that's when she hates the bastardo.
A few minutes later, Alice broke out of Hermione's arms and sprinted out of the bedroom. When Hermione finds her she's hurling into the toilet. Stupid hangover, Alice cursed as she wiped her mouth with her sleeve. This is why she hated drinking. She never liked the after effects that came along with drinking. The dizziness, nausea and oh god the throbbing headaches. Those were the worst.
"Let it all out, Al. You'll feel better soon." She could hear Moni repeating over and over again as her head was hovering over the toilet bowl.
If only she actually would. After that's happened in the pass day. She's starting to lose faith. In love and the hope her son was still alive. That's another thought for another hangover.
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Fun fact- this story was only supposed to be a oneshot. But it got so much feed back that I fell in love with my story. It will be rocky for a couple chapters but Fp and Alice will bounce back. Falice is far from over- Aut