Chapter 10- Regret Burns Hearts Like Acid

The car parked a few meters away from the place. She has no idea why she left. She wished she just stayed in Riverdale. Riverdale was her home. Why did she let them take her? She missed her friends, daughter and of course FP Jones. The man she fell for all those years ago. The same man who is married.

A curse escaped her mouth," Why the hell is it cold?" As she could see the sheet like froth exits off her lips.

"Smith, it's mid-fall."

She almost wants to cry. She didn't like this place. Why didn't she just tell FP? She's making the same mistake and he's going to get hurt again.

"Ohh…" She sighs as she grabs her suitcase and walks up to wooden log cabin. "I'm just going to head inside." She announces as she heads up the steps.

After the first few minutes her toes feel the warmth from the room. She sets her suitcase on the bedspread. With one hand on her belly, she opens her suitcase and unzips the zipper. She starts unpacking her items.

Each time she pulled out her stuff, she came across several pictures of her and FP. Her eyes started misting up and her throat felt like sandpaper. She took a soft glance at the photo and instantly feels activity in her stomach. Her baby was kicking and kicking like a soccer player.

She knew FP would've loved this. All the times she imagined him and their little baby. She feels eve more guilty. Her baby was a product of adultery.

She sank into the mattress with her feet kicked up, her soft fuzzy socks on her feet and her hands on her belly. She started humming a soft song as she rubbed little circles and the baby would respond by a little soccer flutter on her bladder.

"I'm your mama." She whispered softly to her slow formed belly as she exposed her belly. "I'm gonna take care of you. No monsters will take you away from me. Nope not this time."

By morning, Everything felt dark, real dark and twisted. He felt all the aftereffects from his betrayal. His wife had an affair. It still stung as he rolled onto his back. He's facing the ceiling as the night drew away from his eyes.

"Dad? Do you want coffee?" He hears his little girl ask through the closed door.

He wants to growl, snarl and hiss but he doesn't. He just slowly rubs away the sandman at his eyes and gets ready for the dreary morning.

"Sure, Princess." He mumbles as he opens his bedroom door.

"Black?" He nods his head as he takes a seat at the table.

Jellybean was old enough to work the coffee maker and doesn't mind helping out her dad. Jughead didn't sleep the best last night. He was up all night thinking about the fact his dad had another son and the mother was Alice, his girlfriend's mom. "Where's your mom, Jug?" He looks around the table and sees that his dad asked him.

"She left… Dad."

"Of course she does. She runs every time it gets hard and that shit." FP muttered barely under his breath. "She's always ran and she's a runner." He dry chuckled as he sipped at his mug.

"Dad?" He eyes his son," Yes?" Jughead swallows a gulp down his throat." Do you regret having us?"

FP immediately breaks his lips off the mug and looks at his two kids. For the first time in forever he saw Jughead as a vulnerable kid again. He sees his lips quiver and eyes glossy.

"No! No, no, never Jug, Jells." He shakes his head and grabs his son's hand from across the table. He looks him in the eye and smiles." No, Jug. You two are the best thing ever has happened to me. Your mother and I have our issues but that doesn't mean we don't love you guys."

"I know…"

"Are you worried that I would h-I—" He couldn't even finish that thought. It brought him to dark traumatizing times.

"No, I know you would never hit me and Jellybean." Jughead finally answered as he saw his dad was affected by something or even someone. He just couldn't figure out what or who.

"Good.." Awkwardly adds FP." You two better get in the truck, I'm bringing you guys to school." Jughead and Jellybean just nodded and retreated to their plates.

"Rise and shine, Alice." She heard Polly's voice come into her room.

"No need for formalities, Polly, I'm your mother." She said groggily as the drapes were lifted off the window.

Alice sat up in bed, hovering a hand over her bump when Polly spoke," Edgar says he's the father." Fuck, Alice mentally cursed. She wanted to tell Polly on her own time and terms not his.

"Oh Pol, I-I was going to tell you..." She stammered as she quickly got out of the covers and her feet hit the cool hardwood planks.

Polly chuckled, "It's okay, It's your and Edgar's child. It's going to be wonderful, Juniper will love her cousin."

Alice froze in her tracks. Dagwood was gone. No no, she was fucked. There was no way in hell she was going to let Edgar ruin her baby for his own selfish purposes.

"Polly, Polly, one thing at a time, Sweetheart." She calmly reminded her daughter.

Her daughter nodded and dropped the subject. Alice followed her to the dining hall and sighed as she was forced to eat questionable food. Since she made it there. She stopped drinking the tea and the pills. She was going to find away to leave but how. She didn't know yet. She had no clue where she was.

The first task was the garden. She met with Edgar. He looked more odd than usual. When he touched her belly she felt sick. She missed FP. He was the baby's father not this cult master. He would never make her be something she wasn't. She felt like she was with Hal all over again.

"Well, hello Alice, how's our baby?" She almost flinched when he gets close to her. She tried to make sure she wasn't noticeable.

"Good, I'm a little car sick." She lied as she put her hand to her forehead.

Edgar looks at her with a strange look and she feels her hair on her arms raise up. "Alright. Go rest." She nodded her head and made her way back to her room.

"FP? Come on answer the door!" He groaned as he tossed a can into the garbage.

He wasn't in any mood to have visitors. His wife left him, also she was carrying another man's baby and then left him with two kids to support.

"Forsythe Pendleton Jones Junior, answer the damn door before my Jimmy Choo bust down your door!" Hermione's pitch made his eardrums ring. He knew he better get up before she ruins her expensive shoes for no reason.

He pulled his deadweight from his chair and threw the door open. He gets a glimpse of Hermione Gomez when he truly looks at her. He has no hate toward her only her husband. She didn't stop him but it wasn't her fault.

He looks at her with a glare," Seriously? Was that threat necessary?" He asked with annoyance clear in his tone.

Hermione could care less, all she cared about was the fact that Betty came over crying last night and that nobody even fucking told her Alice abandon her daughter.

"You! Alice left her daughter without a reason and you didn't think about telling me?!" She started hitting him hard in the chest.

He raises his hands up to defend himself and she aims lower." Hermione, Stop!" He shouted to get her to stop hitting him.

"Why? You bastard!" She yelled as a few tears rolled down her cheeks. "And, how could you let her join a cult?!" She cried as her nails attacked his neck.

Fp slowly caught her hands and she sniffed the air with a big sniff. Hermione was more hurt by him than mad. "Hermione…. do you think this is easy for me?! It's not! And on top of that I have no clue where she is or even if she…" He stopped abruptly not really wanting to think about that.

Hermione looks up at him and slowly starts feeling compassion the man. He looked like he had enough on his plate. "FP…" She starts saying as she sees a stray tear fall off his waterline.

"My wife cheated on me and she's four months pregnant, My son almost died and the love of my life is in god knows where." She can hear him breaking as she sits them both down on the couch.

She's aware that her husband is responsible for almost killing his son. She will take responsibility for that and will forever be reminded what he's done. She feels awful for him.

"FP… I'm sorry. I had no idea. So she seriously left?" He nodded his head. "You still love her don't you? I knew that our group fallout wouldn't stop your feelings for her."

"It's not funny, Hermione." He slowly started," Me and her hooked up twice accidently when she lost her memory. I've been in love with her for so long."

A sigh," Find her, tell her you love her and bring her back home. I need to yell at her for being so stupid." Fp smiles and chuckles.

"Rants with Hermione in Spanish." She slapped his arm and he chuckled." It's true, don't deny it."

Wheel barrel was pushed by Pregnant Alice as she picked up hay, barley and clover. Her arms were tired as she pulled weeds. It was thanksgiving and it had been two days since she left Riverdale. It was getting colder then she was used and the fact she didn't know where she was.

"Alice?" She heard someone call for her." My father wants to see you." She looked up from the ground and sighed.

Edgar's girl, Evelyn came rushing into the field. She wore overalls over her shoulders and her hair was loosely tied back in a ponytail. Frankly, she freaked her out. Her daughter warned her many times that Evelyn was creepy. She knew she should've listened and now it's too late.

She sighed as she set the wheel barrel down on the grass and nodded her head." I will be right there." His daughter nodded and retreated back to the farm house.

Edgar, Polly and apparently Evelyn were the only people who knew she was expecting, but she was the only one who knew the truth. She didn't like this arrangement. She felt stupid and wished she could just go home. Why did she have to open her mouth and speak? She didn't need to tell him she was pregnant. She should've just marched into Pop's and told him that she was having his baby.

She wouldn't care if Gladys would run off crying and go back to Toledo. She was happy for Jughead. He was getting his family back together but she also felt like it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that she lost of the love her life again. She wasn't trying to be selfish, she cared for Jughead so much. She might not show it often but she does care for him.

She took a left down the path and sighed as looked at the tree. The treetops looked frosty from the icy froth. Winter was about to begin and it would a harsh cold winter. When she finally returns to Riverdale, she will be nine weeks along. Now she's just counting down the days until she go back. But when she comes back. Her daughter and FP will be furious but will she care? She wasn't sure if she would or not.

She meets Edgar by the garden, he's holding a flower and a box in the other hand. She fakes a smile as she feels his hand land gently on her belly. Her baby will be fine. She wasn't going to let them ruin her baby. Not just her baby, FP's baby as well. She still felt bad for lying to them.

"Alice, I'm glad you could show up. I have a very important task for you and our little one." She starts to fantize about her and FP.

"What's going on?" She asks as she watches him carefully get down on the ground with one knee.

Oh shit! He's proposing to her. He can't be serious, can he? She was no where close to being ready to marry another guy, let alone another lie. She didn't want to be trapped in another loveless marriage.

Edgar stays on one knee and smiles." Will you be my wife? What do you say? Becoming my wife will only succeed the plan. Our baby will be happy and you can finally have the life you've always wanted." The farm, him and the baby, oh this was a shitty mess.