Jughead walked into the Whyte Worm stunned to see everyone staring at him. Then he heard an too familiar voice say his name. "Jughead Jones." It was the cold voice of Penny Peabody. "Did you really think you'd see the last of me?" She said coldly.
"What's the Snake doing here? Dad?" Jughead asked, fear could be heard in his voice, and seen all over his face.
It wasn't FP who spoke, but Tall Boy. "I brought her in, to help us." Tall Boy said to the room at large.
"We don't need Penny's kind of help." Jughead snapped angerly.
"You don't get a say anymore. Since you broke Serpent law and hurt one of our own kind. Penny was about to tell your dad. Show him, Penny. Show 'em all." Tall Boy said.
Penny looked at FP and rolled up Her sleeve to reveal a huge scar on her forearm. Jughead cringed at the sight of the scar, he caused. FP couldn't look at it directly. FP "That used to be my Serpent tattoo, until your son sliced a chunk outta my arm and left me bleeding in a ditch in Greendale." Penny announced to FP. FP leaned forward in his seat using his hand to cover his face and rub his temples. "But I'm still willing to help the Serpents." She continued. "Tall Boy showed me those eviction notices. They're legit. Luckily, I can think of about 41 ways to stall the process. And I'm talking years."
"What's your price, Penny?" FP said neither looking up at Penny or at Jughead.
"Blood for blood. An eye for an eye." She stood up. "I want back in with the Serpents and I want him kicked out. FP sat back in his seat, and Penny turned to look at Jughead. Oh, yeah, one last thing I want his tattoo carved off. And I want to do it myself. With a dirty knife." She said.
FP didn't know what to do, he stood and addressed the room as a whole. "A meeting will be held to discuss our options. Penny please exit the Serpent Den." Penny nodded and headed out. FP then turned to his son. "Jughead, go home." Jughead stood there with his mouth agape and didn't move until FP made a couple strides toward him and yelled "Now."
Jughead left the Worm quickly. He couldn't believe the look in his father's eyes when FP told him to go home. He saw shame in his father's face. His dad was ashamed of him. FP was also angry, and anger that derived from fear. Jughead thought there for a second when FP came toward him at the Worm that his dad was going to take his belt off right there and bust his ass in front of the whole of the serpents. All this went through his mind as he continued to pace through the trailer, waiting for FP to come home. Jughead loved Serpent life, he belonged. He continued to pace the trailer until the door opened. Jughead stopped in his tracks looking at his father.
"Well? What did they say? Are they kicking me out?" Jughead asked paniced the second his father walked in the door.
"There's gonna be a vote." FP answered throwing his helmet down on the couch. "You versus Penny." FP put his hand to to his face.
"Me versus What, they can't see what we get? With Penny in the picture?" Jughead said defiantly.
"Penny's a cobra, but mutilating her?" FP said almost crying. Jughead turned and walked away. "That's the kind of thing you don't come back from, Jug." FP said sternly.
"Yeah," He said shaking his head and turning toward his father. "like stuffing a teenager's body in a freezer?"
FP grabbed Jughead by the collar of his jacket, and slamming Jughead against the wall. "You need to learn to keep your damn mouth shut." FP screamed. "Tall Boy was right. You brought the Northside down on us. Serpents are losing their dens because of what you wrote."
"Don't kid yourself." Jughead yelled, pushing his father's arm away. And backing away a few paces. "The're using my article. And they're using what happened to the statue of General Pickens as an excuse to justify something they've already been doing." FP was standing there shaking his head.
"What, You think you're a hero, Jug? Cutting up women? Bringing the temple down right on our damn heads?" FP screamed. "You will be the death of us. Not the Northside, not Penny. You." FP said picking up His helment and leaving. Jughead threw his beanie down on the couch.
Veronica's confirmation was tonight, he went, just to keep himself from going insane he went to pass the time. He was standing alone when his ex, Betty Cooper went over to check on him. He told her... everything. While they were talking Betty got a call. It was about the General's head. They responded to the call, where they collected the head, and learned that it was indeed Tall Boy who has taken it.
Jughead called his father on repeat. FP was furious with his son at the moment, and didn't trust himself to speak. He didn't call Jughead back until he got a text. "Need to talk. Got the head. It was Tall Boy." FP texted back. "Meet you outside the Wrym." The vote was currently going on inside, but FP wasn't inside. Conflict of interest. Once there Jughead exsplained eveything to his father. FP, Betty, and Jughead stormed into the Wrym, "Stop the danm vote." FP said. FP put Tall Boy on trial right there in the serpents den. Tall Boy was to be exiled. "We got a long ride ahead of us Tall Boy." FP said laughing. "You" he pointed to Sweet Pea, "watch him I need to have a world with my son before I go."
Jughead walked outside with his father. FP hugged his son. "Dad, are you going to whip me?"
"What do you think boy?" FP said. Jughead's sigh spoke volumes. "There is no way in hell You're not getting your ass busted for this." Jughead suddenly became very interested in his shoes. "I won't be back until tomorrow. I'll take care of you then." FP told his son.
"Did you bring me outside, just to tell me you were going to beat my ass, but not until tomorrow?" Jughead asked kinda confused.
"No, I brought you out here to tell you that I love you, and I'll be home tomorrow." He said.
"Love you too dad", he said as the two walked into the bar together. One to collect Tall Boy, the other to collect Betty.
When FP returned the next day Jughead has already left for school. Yeah, he thought. I would have left early for school too to avoid having to sit on a sore behind all day too.
When school was over he headed straight home, knowing he still had to face his father for what he had done. He got home before his father, and knew he had better stay put.
When FP came into the trailer he put his helment down and started talking to his son. "Now that we know that Tall Boy was behind it, I was thinkin I would take a leaf out of your book, and have a sit down with Mayor MaCoy." FP looked at his son's guilty face. "Wait a second boy, where the hell is gen pickins head." Jughead didn't answer, FP went over, yanked Jughead to his feet and gave him six hard swats. "Where the hell Is general pickins head?" FP demanded.
Jughead told him about how he had mailed it to the Lodges. FP started laughing. This made Jughead nervous. "Are you going to punish me for that too?" Jughead asked.
FP shook his head. "No, but next time you think about doing something like that, you might wanna run it past me first, hot head." He told his son. "I am still going to punish you for what you did to the snake charmer though." FP told him. "Go to your room." Jughead obeyed, and sat on his bed, awaiting his fate. He didn't have to wait long as FP entered holding a wooden spoon and sitting on the edge of Jughead's bed. Jughead stood up. FP sat the spoon down on the night stand and sat on the edge of Jughead's bed. "Come on boy, the quicker we get this started, the quicker it will be over." FP said. Jughead stepped closer and allowed himself to be pulled over his father's knees. FP spanked him steady with his hand for not even a minute. Jughead wasn't reacting much. It stung a little through his jeans, but not much. "Jug, get that spoon for me please." Jughead obeyed pleased it wasn't the belt, or worse a switch. FP didn't really spank with the spoon that much, that was his mother's weapon of choice. He handed his father the spoon. FP pulled Jughead over his lap and continued the spanking. FP wasn't counting the swats he. He was just kept spanking until he felt like the message was sinking through. When it became harder for Jughead to stay still he allowed Jughead to stand up. "Was that it?" Jughead thought. "That wasn't that bad." Jughead felt lucky to have gotten off so easily until his father spoke. "Go cut a switch boy."
Jughead gasped, "you can't be serious dad... the switch." The teen said nervously.
"Boy, this is one of the worst things you have ever done, so this is going to be one of the worst punishments you have ever gotten. Now, hurry up. The longer it takes the longer I'll blister your behind." FP told his son. Jughead returned a couple minutes later holding a switch. "Now bend over the counter." Jughead obeyed. He reacted to each and every blow SWISH CRACK ouch. SWISH CRACK. wince. After the fifth Jughead couldn't keep quiet anymore. After the ninth Jughead was crying, the switch fell again and again and again on Jughead's behind. Please please, only sixteen Jughead thought as the sixteenth blow was about to land, however FP didn't stop there. CRACK. At the eighteenths nineteenth and twentieth blows Jughead was a sobbing mess. The switch found its way to Jughead's behind 5 more times before FP broke the stupid thing in half. Jughead was laying his head on the counter crying.
"Jug... Jughead, look at me boy." Jughead finally looked up at his father. "NEVER again boy." FP told his son. "Go wash your face, and try to calm down, then we will go get some food. Jughead obeyed. When he had finally stopped crying he came into the living room. "You wanna go to Pop's boy?" FP asked. Jughead nodded. "Okay, let's take the bikes." FP said.
"Dad, please, can we just walk? Truth be told I'd rather not sit on a bike right now." Jughead said.
FP chuckled. "Okay, we can walk." And the two set off together toward Pop's.
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