Chapter 17: Edge On Betrayal
The next horror of a morning, Alice woke with a shutter. Her eyes stained with smeared mascara. Polly knocked gently on her mother's door. She heard her mom sobbing about FP and Betty. Frankly, Polly was over what Betty had said and decide to move on. I mean who would blame her... what she said was uncalled for.
"Mom..." Polly's voice carried weakly through the wood, traveled into Alice's muffled ears. Alice laid one her back, staring at the pale white ceiling with no motivation or inspiration to move from her bed. Her blue eyes searched for a reason to awaken her depression, but found no calling. "Mom!" Polly's voice now carried in as a shout.
"What?" She muttered with lack of energy.
She didn't have a lot energy to deal with the aftermath of the implosion she caused. She didn't know how FP was dealing but for her, she felt as if she caused a war. In-fact in a way she had caused this war.
"You can't willow in your room until FP decides or Betty comes back. You did truly hurt them or more like... betrayed." She knew her daughter was right. She couldn't hideaway in her room, avoiding the issue. She was going to have to face her consequences head on.
"I know!" Alice snapped, sitting up abruptly in her bed. "I know that, Polly. I-I just don't know how to fix what I've done..." She admits as she pulls her hands through her hair in a stressing motion.
The door flew open, letting in the shimmer of guilt awaking Alice's heart. Polly stood by the archway with her hands gently tapping on the wooden paneling. Alice looked like a nightmare. A nightmare she caused herself. She felt as lost as she looked. Alice slowly got of bed and went to her closet to pick out something to wear for the day. She wasn't having the best of luck and grew quickly frustrated with her guilt and snuck down to the ground in front of her wardrobe.
"I-I--" A sob snuck its way through her lips and she found herself in her daughter's arms.
Polly quickly catches her mother in her arms, stroking her fingers through her mom's wavy hair to calm her down. The doctors instructed her to keep her mother from having panic attacks. It wasn't good for the baby or in-fact her mother. It was safer if Mom and Baby were kept away from any stress what's so ever. Unfortunately that isn't the case for her mom.
Alice's fight was causing more harm to her baby and she knew that. She should've just told FP in the first place. He was right. She had three months to tell him and she never did tell him she was carrying his child. If it was the other way around, she would've been furious at Forsythe. He had every right in the world to be angry with her. What she did was completely wrong and betrayal. She already knew that the day she found she was expecting that FP would want in.
"Shh, it's going to be okay." She heard her oldest's calming voice.
She suddenly started to relax a tad more than she had been before. Her breathing turned more regular and she fell into a calming state.
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It wasn't a certain feeling he was used to. He felt like he was been wrong and in-fact he was. His kids would knock on his bedroom door but he never had the energy to get and open up his door. By ten that morning, FP finally gained enough strength to get out of his bed.
He took a stroll down the hallway and spotted his kids sitting at the kitchen table. Jellybean's hair was in a ponytail, Jughead had his classic beanie on. He smelled the air and then saw bacon on the counter.
"Mmhm... this is delicious." He spoke as he took a bite into the bacon strip. He looked around the room and opened his mouth again." Who made these?"
"I did." A small voice spoke up." Jughead said you were feeling--" She was cut off by a slap to her shoulder by her brother. Jellybean pulled a face as she glared at Jughead. "Anyways, I figured I could try to make us some Bacon!" Jellybean sung happily, earning an amused chuckle from her father.
"Well, Thank you very much, sweetie." FP said as he took a seat next to his daughter. "I appreciate it so much. I always love me some bacon." Jellybean smiled and grabbed from her plate of food.
"I'm glad you love it then." Jughead rolled his eyes as he peered up from his laptop to get a look at his father.
His father had a depressed look in his eyes, bags under his eyelids. He looked like he barely slept. He did know that his father hadn't slept well last night. He worried that his dad would start to drink after what he learned. Alice's hidden pregnancy really gave Jughead a reality check. He had thought Betty was just suspicious for no reason. And now to find out, Betty's suspicions were credible hurt deep down. He didn't think Alice would hide such heartbreaking news. He guessed he was completely wrong.
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I'm back! Yes, I know it's been too long. I hope to keep writing this. I finally figured out what to do next and I hope you still enjoy it. Honestly I was about to scrap it. But I'm glad I didn't. Here's to more of When the flames hit.
Love, Aut.