Kiara Carrera was slumped on her makeshift bed in the Andrews' basement, staring at the cracked ceiling. Her stolen Riverdale High School jersey coat was neatly folded at the foot of the bed, her act of rebellion a fleeting moment of triumph before reality had come crashing down. She knew Frank wouldn't let it go, but she didn't expect to hear the heavy stomp of his boots heading down the stairs so soon.

The basement door swung open with a bang, and Frank Andrews filled the doorway, his face a mask of fury. "We need to talk."

Kiara sat up, her arms crossed. "If this is about the coat, I already told you—it's not a big deal."

"Not a big deal?" Frank roared, stepping into the basement. "You stole it, Kiara! That's a crime. Do you know what kind of trouble that can bring?"

Kiara rolled her eyes. "What are they gonna do? Put out an APB for a high school coat thief? Relax, Frank."

Frank's nostrils flared. "Relax? You're making this harder for everyone, including Archie."

Kiara's brow furrowed. "What does Archie have to do with this?"

Frank crossed his arms, his expression hardening. "He's furious with you right now. He hates that you did this."

Kiara's jaw dropped. "Hates me? No way. Archie literally said my rebel move was exciting."

"Well, he doesn't think so anymore," Frank said flatly. "I just talked to him, and he said he's disappointed in you."

Kiara's stomach churned with guilt. "Archie said that? Seriously?"

"Yep," Frank said, clearly doubling down on his lie. "He thinks you've gone too far, and honestly, so do I."

Kiara stared at him, her guilt quickly turning to suspicion. "You're lying."

"Why would I lie?" Frank countered, his voice rising. "I'm trying to teach you a lesson!"

Kiara threw her hands in the air. "This is so messed up! You're just piling on more crap to make me feel bad."

Frank narrowed his eyes. "You're the one who's causing the problems, Kiara. And now, you're going to fix them."

"Oh, here we go again," Kiara snapped. "Let me guess: more chores?"

"You bet," Frank said with a grim smile. "Since you're so creative with excuses, let's see how creative you are with a mop and a broom."

Kiara stood up, her temper flaring. "I'm done with your stupid chores! You're acting like some rich-ass Elon Musk wannabe, thinking you can boss me around like I'm your underpaid employee."

Frank's jaw dropped slightly, but Kiara wasn't finished. "And let's not forget the racist-ass ostrich energy you're bringing into this house."

Frank's face turned beet red. "Excuse me? What the hell did you just call me?"

"You heard me," Kiara said, crossing her arms. "You're strutting around here like you're the king of everything when you're just a dude with too much time on his hands."

Frank's voice rose to a thunderous volume. "I've had enough of your disrespect, Kiara! You think this is a joke? You think you can waltz in here, steal, insult me, and get away with it?"

Kiara clapped back without hesitation. "Oh, I'm sorry, Frank. Did my words hurt your fragile little ego? Maybe you should take a long look in the mirror before you start screaming at me!"

Frank's hands clenched into fists, though he kept them at his sides. "That's it. You're doing double the chores for this, and I don't want to hear a single complaint."

"Double?" Kiara exclaimed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "What's next, Frank? Making me repaint the house with a toothbrush?"

"Don't tempt me," Frank growled. "Here's the deal: you're going to clean the garage, scrub the bathrooms, mop the entire house, and reorganize the pantry."

Kiara scoffed. "Reorganize the pantry? You've gotta be kidding me."

"I'm dead serious," Frank snapped. "And you'd better do it right, or I'll add more."

Kiara shook her head, her frustration boiling over. "You're impossible."

"No, you're impossible," Frank shot back. "Now get to work."

Kiara grabbed the mop with a dramatic flourish, muttering as she stomped up the stairs. "This is literally worse than prison. At least in prison, they get breakfast first."

As she disappeared, Frank stood in the basement, shaking his head. "Unbelievable," he muttered.

Upstairs, Kiara jabbed the mop into a bucket of water, gritting her teeth. If Frank thought he could break her, he was in for a rude awakening.