Hi everyone! So I'm posting this chapter post 5x08 *we can talk about that in the comments*. It's not too long, but I wanted to start giving you guys what happened those 4 long years ago that made Betty's friendship's completely implode! Let me know what you think!
Chapter 5: Flashbacks (Betty)
"Elizabeth," my dad greeted as I walked past the guards and onto the seat in front of the glass window, "thank you for coming. I see that you received my letter." I followed his gaze to guard who was talking back to the door. I heard the click echo through the room as he closed the door behind him.
We were alone.
It didn't matter that he was behind bullet proof glass that stood between us. It didn't matter that he was handcuffed by the wrists and ankles so he wouldn't try and escape. It didn't matter that a camera stood in the corner of the room recording our every move.
We were all alone.
I stared back at my father, feeling scared and vulnerable. Part of me wanted to mourn his fate, and cry for not being able to have him in my life anymore. But another part of me, the darker side, dominated my vulnerability, and was filled with fury and rage. A rage so strong that part of me wanted to kill him myself for the things he's done.
"What do you want?" I finally asked. My arms sat across my chest interlocked. I didn't want him to notice my racing heart.
"Three years and that's the welcoming I get? Jeez, Betty, I thought you were better than that." He replied.
"I don't have much time."
"Yes, yes, wouldn't want you to miss your own graduation. I'm assuming your valedictorian?"
My silent reply resulted in him smiling and shifting his position in his seat.
"Well then, congratulations are definitely in order. You worked so hard to get to that spot. I hope you inspire everyone there Betty, I know how wonderful you are with words."
My mouth fell slightly open. He chuckled sinisterly as I sat there and stared.
"So, where you off to? You are going to college, right? You can't let one bad year get in the way of your goals, honey."
"Don't call me that." I snapped.
"Did you get accepted into Yale? I know that's always been your dream school. What about Jughead, did he get in too?"
I stayed silent.
"What about Veronica? I know her daddy could buy her into anywhere. New York? I assume?"
I continued to stare at my father, aching to leave. 'I shouldn't have come' I thought to myself.
"You know, it'd be good for you two to go your separate ways, always fighting over that boy."
My heart stopped slightly at his mention of Archie, and the more I sat with him, the more I sensed my vulnerability longing to reveal itself.
"How is Archie, anyway?" he asked.
"Don't." I snapped again.
"Is he going to college? He was never the brightest, that boy, takes after his old man."
"You have no right asking about me or any of my friends."
"Friends?" A deep laugh followed his question, and the rage that was once burning inside me soon felt like pure hatred. The vulnerability vanished from existence, and all I felt was fury. My nails dug into my shirt, as I tried to control my trembling body.
"Why'd you come Betty?"
"You threatened me," I stated
"No, no. I simply highly encouraged you to visit me. You could have easily ignored my letter. You didn't have to come, but you know why you did, Betty? Do you know why you're sitting in that chair across from me on your big day?"
I stayed silent.
"You're alone. You have no one. You don't have those friends you're so desperately trying to defend. That town you, that love so much, they don't care about you. They don't care that you're broken, or different, and maybe just a tiny bit mad. They don't care about people like us, Betty."
"I'm nothing like you." I spat. My father laughed at my response.
"You're exactly like me, honey."
"Don't call me that." I shouted.
"You see, Betty, no matter how hard you try, I'm the only person who understands you."
"Ma'am?" I shook my head at the memory I've replayed a million times in my head, and returned to the reality I was living in. I stared at the corrections officer behind the window, confused at the question I had clearly missed.
"I, uh, I'm sorry…" I replied.
"It's okay, first timers are always nervous. Who is the inmate you are visiting?" he questioned.
"Hal Cooper."
Thoughts? Like I said, super short, but I wanted to give you guys a little something of what had happened. Flashbacks are far from over but I wanted to know from you guys if you prefer having them as their own chapter, or if you would like for me to write them within a chapter. Let me know your thoughts!
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