September 1991, school, sex, drinking, drugs, being the new kid, parties, death, pregnancy scares, homophobia, STD's, sports, fashion, parents, fights, abuse, cheating, just some of the turbulent challenges any regular teen faces in the quiet New Ha...
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Lodge manor was looming with terror, distress and dark times with the tragedy that had struck their family; Emanuel's stolen car, was no longer a priority for the Riverdale police department due to the lack of leads and evidence, and along with his youngest son, who had his girlfriend right by his side as they listened attentively to the police, he wasn't taking the news very well.
"So, you're not going to do anything?!" Emanuel bellowed in Sheriff Keller's face, his hardened expression and domineering presence bothering Kenneth Keller just a little as he waved a glass of prestigious scotch about in his hands.
"That car was a classic, Mr Keller." Hiram snootily intervened, rising up from his seat at the table. "People work hard for what they have. I'm telling you, some low life Southside scum stole it and probably sold it for drugs!"
"What the hell do we even pay you for?" He concluded in a scoff, taking a sip of his beverage before slamming it one his expensive marble dining table.
"The state pays me, Emanuel." Sheriff Keller condescendingly refuted. He had known the Lodges for roughly 15 years, was well aware of their supercilious and self important ways and to this day their holier than thou attitude really grind his gears, but he always managed to remain civil with them, because unlike some, he was raised with respect and good values.
"With my taxes!" Emanuel snapped back, his beady brown orbs popping open in fury. "Just get out."
Hector watched on in mild disgust, horrified by his Father and younger brothers attitudes towards law enforcement for just doing their jobs, but honestly, he should've been used to it by now.
Emanuel was a straight laced, no nonsense classist egomaniac, who instilled over traditional western values in his impressionable children, especially Hiram. He honoured family, wealth and religion above anything else and it resulted in a very toxic environment to grow up in. Hector remaining as distant as possible from his family, tried to to escape those toxic and unpleasant traits that were so engrained by moving away as soon as her graduated high school, but the same couldn't have been said for Hiram.
"Dad, he's just trying to help-"
"Be quiet, Hector!" Emanuel demanded with a stern finger pointing his eldest son's way. One thing he didn't tolerate was being undermined, especially by his children. "Besides, what are you even still doing here? Shouldn't you be in New York?"
"I had some time off, forgive me for wanting to visit my nearest and dearest." He sasses, sending his father a sharp eye roll filled with hurt.
"So was this like, an isolated incident?" Hermione concerned, glaring at sheriff Keller with wide eyes. "Because I heard Danielle Dalton's car went missing
"For now, yes." Kenneth explained to her. "We can't be too sure that this is conspiracy. There's not enough evidence to stick, so we're narrowing this down to a regular run of the mill car jacking."
