Minutes
Hours
Days
Mouths
Years
The girl, that was brutally shot with her boyfriend, was alive.
The only thing keeping her alive. Finding the killer of Sweet Pea.
But she would need one thing
Her fucked up mind, was to return to Riverdale.
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" Where is my fucking money!" the peaceful, cold night was interrupted by, in New York.
It was another night for the group, that was beating the poor boy up. His black hair, covered the most of his forehead, leaving the scars covered. Some more punches, and screaming later, the guys left the body on the ground. The body belonged to Christian Cold, the only one, who knew where the drug princess was, in the town.
" Get me the money. I'll return tomorrow!" the big man, snapped at the young man, that was laying on the ground before they all walked away from the body. The moonlight shining on Christian coughed before pushing himself to sit up " I hate her!" he snapped under his breathing, as he looked up into the sky
" i hate myself too, I just wish, that we could turn back time, to when we were young. So I hadn't dragged you into this hell," a small voice said above him, nearing his eyes in, a small shadow was sitting on the roof looking over him. He knew that color of hair, even though it was dark.
" Can you at least help me up?" he asked, making Ella laugh as she gently started to climb down the roof, against the wall.
" We need the money" he complained as she help him up.
" I have the money, at home. If the police haven't been there" she snapped, as she pushed her arm under his, leading him to hop beside her, all the way to the car.
Quickly staring the car, the two teens passed through the town of New York, till they passed Harlem, where Ella had her apartment. The three-room apartment had become the two teen's home. Ella worked on the street, while Christan would deal the stuff out. Meanwhile, the apartment had been raided a few times by the police, to the two teens none of them being inside.
" Here, take them," Ella said, passing Christan an envelope. Taking the envelope, Christan could feel the bond of money in it what felt like a couple of thousand dollars, leaving Christian smiling at her.
Quickly Ella dressed up, to stay outside the whole night. Wearing tight blue jeans, a black turtleneck, doctor martins shoes, golden neckless, and the most important. Her Toronto serpent jacket. The only thing that was keeping her reminded of her past.
The pain was the only taste that was felt in her mouth, and the scar on her stomach.
After she was attacked in Riverdale. Ella was laying in a coma for four weeks. Laying there, Ella didn't get a chance to see, her love one more time, before he was going into the ground. Afterward's the only thing, that was keeping her away from jumping of the cliff, was the smell of revenge, that was left in the air. The taste, of not knowing who had shot her, killed Sweet Pea. Ontop, of no one, knowing who it was, was killing her, almost every day.
That was one of the only things that were, keeping Ella not going home to Riverdale, at least not until she had the things that were would be needing. Toni, Cheryl, and the Mantle's had been the only ones, that had visited her, in New York. And for Ella, that had shown her, who she could really trust, and who she couldn't. At first, it had been hard for her to see, that her brother or father, wouldn't come and see her, but as time when on, it became clear.
Ella turned her attention to Christan, that was sitting at the dining table, holding a beer in his hand, moving his hand in his hair, he looked out the window, where the moon was shining straight in the living room.
" You okay?" she asked, taking her jacket over her shoulder.
" I don't know, how to say it. But gravity's holding me back. It is like everything is getting in my way. You know, it- it is not the same as it was" he said, making Ella look confused at him.
" What kinda pills are you on?" Ella snapped at him, knowing that he was probably on something, to say something so confusing, as he just did.
" In this world, it is just us. You know, it's not the same as it was" he suddenly yelled, jumping to his feet.
" What the!" Ella snapped, trying to hold her laughter in herself, but failed, her laughter swinging out the apartment, she threw Christan his jacket, as she kicked the open.
As the two of them walked down the street of New York, it was like it always was. Because it was not the same.... as it was, in the past...
