Chapter 3- Broken Record
Like a broken record, the words danced in his brain. He kept hearing the haunting realization in his head. How terrifying it sounded it his head got a lot worse when he was able to hear them outside his head. The voices haunted him like a broken record. He picks up his phone in his trembling hand and dialed the imprinted number in his head. It was the same one he learned all those years ago. He just hoped this wasn't a mistake. "Hello? Who is this number?" He heard the women ask into the phone. He's frozen for the first time in forever. He can't get the words out. He's stuck in his own head.
With a hesitation in his mind and a brief mental break down, he finally opens his mouth. "Uh...it's Fp Jones." He replies as he rubs his neck nervously.
On the other line, Alice's confused. Why was this Fp Guy calling her? She was sucking down red wine in her motel room. She could hear his nervousness and bubbles appear in her stomach as she takes a long swig from her bottle. She smirks when she heard the name. "Is that a fake name?" She giggles as she sat back against the head of the bed. She hears a grumble and she giggles again.
"Yes. If I tell you my name? You have to meet me somewhere." The Fp man challenges and she hears his cocky grin on his face.
Alice sighs as she pressed the bottle to her lips and groans. "Fine. Drunken man on my phone. I'll meet you at my motel room. 5621 river root road upper part of Riverdale." She slurs as she walks around the small quarters of her motel room. And then she stops. "Now name mister." She demands as her drunken giggles caught up with her lungs.
"Uh Uh. You meet me first and then I tell you." She found this man such a tease. She almost falls off the bed giggling and stumbles over to the mini fridge.
She groans again, "Fine but you own me some red wine. I'm all out." She groans even more when she notices that she's completely out.
The drunken man chuckled and agrees. "Deal. I'll be right there." She heard a click and she plops on her bed and sighs. Oh Alice what are you doing? You don't even know the guy and you invite him over to your motel room? She mentally screams at herself.
Momentally Fp was in his truck, not even close to sober. He didn't know why he was doing this. He never drove drunk before. He always made sure he never drove himself places while under the influence. But here's the thing. He wasn't thinking at all. He puts his hands on the steering wheel and irresponsibly drives to a motel room parking lot. He opens his truck door and stumbles out and over to the third white door. His vision is fucked. But he doesn't care. He's not thinking and knocks.
A door opens, revealing Alice drinking a bottle of red wine and pulls Fp into her motel room. He's shocked by all the touching, but his body reacts differently. He's drunk and not using his brain. She's drunk and doesn't care. It's a perfect match. Before he knew he was on the bed. He feels her hands gliding up his leg and her lips attacking his neck with victory bites.
She pins his arms bent and starts taking layer by layer off his body. His skin crawls as she digs her nails into his tender skin. His visions were soon playing another image. He finally picks up on the signals and climbs on top. He discards his red flannel and frantically unbuckles his jeans and unzips as she grabs his cock and he calls out a name. He doesn't know what he's saying or even thinking at this point. His words were singing at different tune. He's too hammered too comprehend what's going on. She's too drunk and doesn't even know who he is.
Everything was flashing in his mind. But he wasn't getting any of the warning signs. He was too infused into his drunken haze to notice. Her hair was in his face. He could see her face. How beautiful she looked. But he couldn't match her face to the name he was singing in his mind. He wanted Alice to remember him. The last time he felt this good was when he was with her. He's clueless who's rocking his bones. He doesn't care. The booze in his system overrides his thoughts. It's his vice and his vices always control what he does.
He knows he's doing something bad. He knows that this could have major consequences. All he thinks about his the woman rocking his body. It feels so good. His body is on fire as he drives into her. No words were going to unfold the damage. Damage was already done. She grabs his butt and presses him to tap the right spot. She orgasms and feels like she's skyhigh. She's breaking all the rules and she doesn't even care. But it feels so good. She's doing something bad. And she loves how it feels. Maybe it's the sex or the forbidden magic in it all. Like she had a power. She's screaming in delight like a broken record. She screaming over and over again until her task was done. She could finally check off what she had done. She doesn't want to surrender or stop. She loves how he feels inside in her.
She knows that she's bending the rules and might be shaming herself. But she doesn't have a care. It all feels so right like they belong. The ways he makes her body feel and squirm with a lick of his savory tongue. Her back arches up and her legs move in all different directions. She spreads her legs for him to worship her body. Fp hovers over her and moves in traces his lips all over her bare breasts. Alice feels weak to her knees and whimpers out loudly and he purrs against her ear. She loves how that feels and craves for more.
A broken record, Drunk dialing and flirting brought them into this agreement. It will be a process once they wake up in the morning and realize what had been done. There wouldn't be any turning around and jumping into a time machine. One will wake up hurt and the other wouldn't even know their name. It was like playing with Fire. And they shouldn't have. It became dangerous and now backing out now. They would be stuck and no one to drag themselves out besides themselves.
Blinding in his eyes as his head pounds and his body aches. Fp slowly looks around his surroundings and silently curses. His son's words and Betty's broke through his throbbing head like a broken record. He slowly slides out of the old motel bed and makes a run for his clothes. His clothes were scattered across the motel room. He nearly trips over a bottle that was positioned right-side up and catches himself. "What fuck happened last night?" He whispers to himself as he pulls on his boxers.
He walks around the small motel and finds all his belongings. He grabs his discarded truck keys off the dirty carpet and puts on his red flannel. And then it hits him. The drunk phone call. Her voice in his ears. Everything flashes back to him and the he feels dizzy. No he didn't. And then he looked over at the blonde in the motel bed and nearly swears out loud. He surely out did himself this time. He got very drunk and apparently drove intoxicated and slept with Alice. He wants to forget what just happened and pretend that it never happened. But he knew that can't be done. He can't get her out of his head. She was stuck there like stitches. She wasn't even glue to his broken heart. No she was the stitches.
And all he knew was that he was totally fucked and there was no getting out of this one. He wants to yell at himself as he slowly flees his crime scene. He had fucked everything up. His son left again and for real wasn't going to come back. The love of his life doesn't remember him and he just fucking slept with her.
Driving off from his night, Fp's head throbbed horribly and then he realizes that he has to work. He doesn't bother heading to the trailer. He just heads over to Pop's. Since it's a Saturday, it's going to be a guarantee that he will run into his son and Betty. His Friday night crimes still replay in his mind as he cleans the tables. Why did he have to do this? He couldn't believe how badly he fucked up this time.
His son doesn't even meet his eyes and regret pools in his stomach. He knows that his son was stubborn and so is he. But he also knows that his son stayed by his words. He never broke them. He had. His son held grudges and he broke promises. It was a perfect balancing beam. His bad decisions fluctuates and reflects on his son. He does realize how bad he fucked up and wants to beg for his son's mercy. But he knows that begging won't work. He has to prove that he can change and stay that way. He has to start off by not drinking and not sleeping with Alice. He feels like a bastard for using his drinking and fucked Alice. He shouldn't have. He took her when she was vulnerable. He never intended to do that.
Jughead notices how his dad occasionally sneaks a gulp of monster. He knows that his dad was known for drinking energy drinks after a hard night. He also can't unsee how sloppy his dad looks. It was like he did the walk of shame and just drove to work like that. Betty can see how uncomfortable her boyfriend got when the only one available was his father.
Fp walks over there trying to keep his compose and not fall to his knees for his son's forgiveness. He looks over at his son and Betty and fights the guilt and regret spilling over in his stomach. "What-" he pauses and clears his throat. Jughead rolled his eyes and can tell his dad was hungover. He scowls and crosses his arms in disappointment. "What can I get you four this morning?" He wants to snap. His father was acting like he hadn't caused him pain. His father doesn't know him and Betty had to stay with Archie. Fred let them stay and his father got drunk like usual.
Betty flips her menu shut and slowly eyes Fp with kind eyes. "I'll just have a milkshake." Fp nods his head as he writes down her order and moves down the line.
Veronica and Archie felt almost like the tension was going as they sat there. As if it was growing at the movement of lighting. Archie was still fighting with Hiram Lodge's legal team and his lawyer kept helping him. He felt like he was going to be locked up very soon. Veronica wasn't as cold as Archie's eyes. She knows that FP's going through a lot and gives him a slight hopeful smile. "One chocolate for Archiekins and one vanilla for me." Veronica lists as she curls into Archie's side and he wraps his arms around her.
Fp nods his head and then he eyes his son. Regret pools again in his stomach and throughout his body as his son looks up at him. "I'll have—" He caught off his son.
"I know what you want, Jug." The nickname slips through his lips before he can stop it. Jughead slightly smiles at his father and then looks away. His dad's words hit his head like a broken record. He can tell his father was very sorry and he wants to believe that is true. But his head was saying not to trust him.
As Fp walks away, Veronica looks over at Betty with confused eyes. She doesn't understand why everything was so awkward and uncomfortable. "B, what's going here?" She asks with a worried tone and immediately regrets asking.
Betty rolled her eyes and licks her lips. "He's drinking again and Juggie's done with his shitty habits." She snarled hard and her voice was dripping with anger as she hissed.
Veronica dropped her gaze and looks down at the table. She was just asking and wasn't expecting for Betty to lash out. Archie notices and grabs her hand from underneath the table. He knows that Ronnie wasn't meaning any harm. She was just wondering. Ronnie smiles softly and looks over at Archie and almost wants to cry. His eyes were soft and her heart could break if she opened her mouth again. Jughead doesn't say anything. He knows Betty's going through a lot. And he's sure that Veronica was just looking out for him like friends should. He can tell that Betty's words really were scarring Veronica. Her eyes were watery and you could see the pain in her eyes. He didn't want Veronica to be hurt but he also didn't want to upset Betty even more then she is already.
Fp was handed the orders and sighs as he walked back over to the core four. He doesn't want to look at them anymore. His guilt just keeps eating him alive the longer and longer they're in his eyesight. He slowly places the orders on their table and eyes them with kindness before he turns away and his kindness turned brittle. "Mr Jones?" He turns around hoping to see Betty or even Archie. But what he sees surprises him and also dreads who he sees.
A red haired woman with red bolder lips stands in front of him. He wasn't sure what she was doing here. "Cheryl..." Her name hesitantly rolls off his tongue. Cheryl rolls her eyes and darts her eyes over at Pop Tate.
"I need Mr Jones at The Wyrm, Pop." Cheryl told Pop Tate and he sends her eyes. "I'll have him back soon." And she walks out the door with Fp dragging his heels. Everyone seems almost drawn to watch. Jughead rolls his eyes in disgust. His dad's a peeve too that's just wonderful. He eats his burger and laughs at the fear on his dad's face.
Meanwhile in the parking lot, Fp surveys Cheryl's expression and scoffs. "So what do you want? You already gave me lip when I started here. So what is now? More digs at my drinking life style." He spits out as his voice turns dark.
Cheryl can see the real pain in his voice and places a hand on his shoulder. FP's confusion began to resurface. He slowly rolls his shoulders and fights the touch. Cheryl pulls him to a hidden part. Behind the building and looks him honestly in the eyes. "Fp, they will come around. Toni informed me on your drinking habits and I don't hold any of that against you. And from what I can see. You feel guilty and want to change your habits. You want to change. Then I can help you." She heard him scoff and rolls her eyes. You can scoff all you want. But to tell you this if you keep acting like this. Nobody. I mean nobody will be at your funeral." Her cold and to the point words sent shivers down his spine.
He didn't want that. He didn't want to die. He wants to see his son grow up and get a family of his own. He knows his time was up and it was time to get his shit together and for real this time.
He sighs and a frown appears on his face. "What can I do? My son hates me. The women— Uh Betty hates me and I'm a raging alcoholic with no family or support system. Everyone has given up on me. I have no friends. No family. My wife left me and took my daughter with her. I had a steady job but no one cares for me. I'm holding myself up with nothing. I stumble and I break everything I touch." He rants out as his voice grows from pained as he goes on.
Cheryl wasn't expecting for her former nemesis to break down in front of her. She hasn't ever seen so many tears or a older man cry ever. His words sounded very remorseful and she couldn't stand on how he was acting. He was a father and now he's a deadbeat father. She knows he wants to change. She brushes her hand crossed his face and he grabs his cheek. He's stunned that Cheryl actually slapped him. He looks up at her and his eyes meet her frustrated ones.
"Fp! I need you to wake up and realize that getting sober and for real real this time will take everythung you got. All your blood and sweat will be poured into this. There's no easy way. It's all pure pure hard work. I don't want to hear your excuses after excuses. And mark my words. I don't..." She pauses harshly and snaps her eyes back up. Fp was looking at her with surprise and fear. He never seen so much fire since Alice in a young teen before. "I mean I don't ever break my promises. I'll push you until you want to crack. But you won't. And let me remind you. I'm your only person in this damn dead town who wants to help you. Are we clear?" He's afraid for a few seconds and then he shakes his fear off.
He looks her right in the eyes and nods his head. "Yes we are clear, Cheryl." She extends her hand out for him to shake. He doesn't hesitant this time. He shakes her hand right away and she smiles.
"Good." Her lips were pressed as she released her firm handshake and darts her eyes back at him. "Five Sharp. Don't be late." She orders with a tight bitch face and struts away.
She leaves him in the back of Pop's diner outside with a fear in his eyes. What had he gotten himself into? Trusting the blossom's twin? Was he really that damaged? He knows about the Blossoms treatment from Jason Blossom. He told him all about how nasty they were to his sister and his heart secretly broke hearing the truth from the golden boy himself. That was well before he was murdered by his own father. He still felt sick to his stomach about his son dying by Clifford Blossom's cold pure evil hands. The same exact away he shot his own son. He also fears that Hiram's revenge was far from over. With Hermonie Lodge in office. It just gave Hiram more power to take over. He just hoped his son would stay out of that line of Fire. The last thing he needed was his son in a body bag.
A few tears brought him to his dark mind and he swipes them away with the back of his hand before he went back into the diner. He looks around and notes his son and his friends were no longer in their usual booth. He slowly walks back over to the booth and cleans up the mess. He wants to find away to bring his son back to him and make Alice remember him.
Alice awakes by the sounds of construction workers drilling into the asphalt and she groans from the throbbing in her head. Her eyes burn with the sunlight and then she looks down and realizes she's bare naked. She hugs the bedsheet close to her body and whines as her legs were sore. What the hell happened? She couldn't believe she just had a one night stand. She was in her forties from what her doctor told her. She couldn't remember a thing from last night. She repeatedly curses loudly as she finds all her garments scattered across her room. Once she dresses herself. She grabs her keys off the bed stand, pulls a pair of heels out of her suitcase and heads out the door. She accidentally closes the door too quickly and her hands holds her head as the slam caused ringing in her head.
She soon pulls into a nearby diner for something to brace her stomach from the roaring and the nausea. She had to pull over three times to throw up the rest of the leftover after product from the night prior. She wipes her chin with a tissue that she found in her glove department and sighs as she steps out of the vehicle. Her feet feel like she's walking in water and she reaches for the door handle. The ringing from annoying ringing from the bells above drove her head into a field day. She wasn't aware of the obnoxious bells and swears underneath her breath.
She looks around the diner for a place to sit. She feels something familiar about the place and flashes cause her to remember something or maybe a least a face. Then she looks up and sees the guy from her images. She can practically feel his lips brushing across her lips and down her middle. Her heart rate speeds up and she marches up to ordering line.
"Are you Fp right?" She questions as she feels her heart pound in her chest and then their eyes connect.
Fp turns around and feels like he's running through hell. When she says his name he feels like he might have her back. "Uh yes I am. Did you remember?"
Alice nods her head and then opens her mouth. "Yes." She answers back. He feels a smile tug at his lips. And then she opens her mouth again. "About last night that can't happen again." He stops what he was doing and looks up at her. His smile fades and he feels sadness in his body.
"Oh." That's all he says as he walks over to his next customer.
Alice couldn't believe what left the guys lips. Last night he was so sweet and now he was being such a jerk. She snaps the shock off her face and grabs his arm. He looks at her with a surprised expression. She pressed her round lips together and rolled her eyes. "Wow! All you can say is "Oh". Last night I thought you were so sweet and down to earth and now I think your just a—" She was cut off by his laugh.
He laughs when he hears his Alice again. She sounded just like the way she used to be before she left him and the Serpents. "You thought, I was sweet?" He watched her eyes flicker with rage and he can't help but laugh at how adorable she looked when she was annoyed.
She bit her lips from his comment. And fired back. "Yes and now your just a jerk." She snapped and eyverone turned to face them. She sent them a glare and returned her attention to the man who set her off.
He smirked as he looked at her face. "A jerk? Well Pretty hot lips... maybe you should try that out." He taunted as a grin marked his lips.
Alice couldn't believe this guy. He was flirting with her and was very sexy when he did it. She couldn't stand this guy. At this point she hated that he existed. "Never happening again." She whisper wishes as she storms away.
Fp quickly makes his way to the parking lot. He spots her getting in her car and dashes over to her. Alice scowls and pounds her head against her steering wheel. Fp rolls his eyes and nearly laughs. She can't be that serious. He truly wants her but he knows that she has to remember herself. He taps the roof of her car and grins when he sees her give him the finger.
"You know that hitting your head won't make me go away." He taunted as he lets a small laugh escape his lips. He sees her slight smile but she quickly cover it with a tight lined frown.
"God you are insane you know that. Harassing me isn't going to win me over for another fuck!" She snapped with a hard bitch face.
He can't stop another cocky grin from flashing over his lips. "Harassing you?" She nods her head and mentally wants to slap him with her hand. Hard and make and indent with her nails. "Well your such a clock blocker aren't yeah?" Again she fights her smile and fixes it with a hard stare.
"You got to be kidding me?! You actually think I'm still interested you? Yes, I had a great night and great sex but mister. I'm not interested. Why don't just run along and find another blonde to fuck your brains out." She hissed as she twisted her keys into the ignition.
He can't lie. Her words did hurt him but he can't let her know that. He presses his elbows on top of her roof and watches as she rolls her eyes. "Come on, isn't this fun? The morning after? With a hot sexy man in this parking lot?" He continues to tease her as he leans against her car.
He can see another smile trying to be hidden but he can see it. Alice wants to tell him fuck it! She will be pressed his body against her car and fucking his brains out. But she fights the thoughts and keeps a cold face. She wants him in her and him to fuck her brains out too. That she craves him with no hesitation but she doesn't. She just keeps a extremely annoyed look on her face and starts to put the car in drive.
Not before she screams. "Not ever happening again!" As she pulls out of the parking spot and sees his smirk grow as she pulls way.
Fp isn't shocked by her outburst. He had been pushing her buttons since she walked into the diner. He couldn't lie. Her words only turned him on. He liked this bickering battle that they have going on. He can't lie and say he doesn't feel hurt by her words. Because in the truth, her words stung like a bitch. He didn't want her to not remember him. He keeps struggling knowing that she might never remember him. He can't give up yet. He had one last word that would drive her up the wall.
"Don't make a promise you can't keep!" He yells as she flips him off as she speeds out of the parking lot.
He returns back to Pop's door grinning like a mad dog and couldn't wipe that grin off his lips. No matter how hard he tried. He knew that she would be with soon and he would finally be happy. For so long he felt alone. Even with his kids. He didn't feel happy. Now he just had to fix his mistakes and pray that it can be fixed.