Mother dragged me into the car, today, after school. Luckily, the people surrounded in the school didn't notice. But I wish they did—to unravel the truth about the blossoms.
Ever since Jason died, courtesy of my father, who still haven't yet faced charges because nobody knows he killed his own son aside from me and mommy, of course. Everything changed in the blossoms, or at least for me. I didn't have anyone to talk to, to release my top secret.
"Where are we going, mother?" I asked formally.
"We are going home. Of course." She remarked. "How was school today?"
"It was marvelous."
"Good." She grumbled. "How is your neck?"
The bubble forming in my throat had begun.
"It's healing." I shakily respond.
"Well, don't go to school tomorrow." Mother ordered.
"Why must, mommy?" I secretly frown.
I didn't want to spend my time lurking in the Thornhill house—especially, with father in it who seized my neck and led me to believe that it was my time of death.
"We don't want the people to see what we have done to you." Mother spoke. "Or anyone."
"I longingly wear a turtle-neck." I offered.
Mother looked at me for a second before responding.
"As long as it is red."
...
I entered my dungeon, shunning my father presence. My neck wrench with pain and I can't help but look at the pain reliever pill in my hand. It was the only medicine in the house—my parents had locked all the medicine considering Jason death led me to suicidal thoughts.
I intently look at the pill.
I sigh in response, who gives a damn? I dislike life, therefore, I might as well end it here—if it's poisonous that is. I sealed my eyes closed and popped the medicine in my mouth. I craved water and suddenly walked downstairs.
I drank the water in thirst and heard the familiar footsteps directing my way.
"I apologized for the bruised neck, dear." Father spoke in an agonizing manner.
I twirled myself around and found daddy. Tears suddenly fell.
I have a fear of daddy ever since I saw the video of him shooting Jason on the head. It was a nightmare that I could never obliterate.
"You're mother told me about Heather. I was shocked." Father speaks with no emotion trailing.
"That was a long time, daddy. It was a phase of my life." I swallowed back the pain hovering in my throat.
"It didn't seem." Father remarked.
"Heather was simply a sham." I shakily defended.
Daddy nodded, "I don't want a sin living in my house."
You are a sin in the house, daddy. I desperately wanted to say that.
"I understand."
"Now go on." Clifford commanded.
I wiped out the tears falling.
"I'll go meet with my river vixens." I informed.
"Be sure not to bring one home." Clifford commented.
My fist clench and I strolled away with hatred.
...
I fixed the red turtleneck and the accessory located on the right side of my clothing.
"Ok, river vixens. We'll talk about the routines, and by "we'll" I mean me." I commanded.
Tina and Ginger nodded and sipped loudly through their milkshake.
"Quiet down!" I ordered.
"Sorry." Both of them said in unison.
"Why are we the only three here?" Tina questioned.
I rolled my eyes.
"Enough with the questions."
The door knocked open and the Serpents gang came in.
"For god sake! Why is this horrid gang always here?" I yelled in frustration.
"Uhm. That's only Jughead and Toni." Ginger pointed out.
I squint my eyes and found the gang members sat far away.
"Well, it's time for Cheryl Bombshell to bomb some cheery." I stood up, walking toward the irks "couple" lurking in the booth.
"Greeting, repugnant Serpents. May I tell my dear cousin; Betty that you are currently out with elf harlot?" I smiled brightly.
"Uh. Cheryl, me and Betty are broken up." Jughead raises his eyebrows.
"And what did you just call me?" Toni seethed.
I flicked my eyes towards the girl.
"Excuse me, what did you just call me?" Toni repeatedly said.
"There's no need to rehash yourself; I ignored you utterly fine the last time." I sarcastically said.
"Why are you hiding your bruise?" Toni's voice changed.
I slightly widen my eyes.
"What bruise?" Jughead examined.
"Duty calls, worthless serpents. I'll take a quick call for dear Betty." I spoke and left the booth.
yep.