When Jason Blossom is presumed dead, Riverdale shifts on its axis. Letting in the horror, and darkness that had been held at bay.
Archie, Veronica, Clary, Jughead, and Betty grapple with desires, love, drama, and murderers all while coping with the...
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Clarissa Cooper
"MOM HAD NO IDEA, POLLY" BETTY EXPLAINED GENTLY TO POLLY AT THE Pembrooke.
"Dad never told her. She swears it," I added, trying to reassure Polly. She sighed heavily.
"I just... I can't believe she kicked him out," Polly murmured, clearly torn.
It's the truth. Mom kicked Dad out last night, shortly after I got home from talking to FP. I caught the tail end of the argument, I recounted, feeling the weight of the situation, the weight of dads words.
"She meant what she said. She wants you and the baby, or babies, to feel safe," Betty emphasized, her voice earnest.
I sat down and took Polly's hand. "Which means... You can come home now."
Despite our efforts to persuade Polly to return home, she remained resolute. She decided to move into ThornHill permanently. The disappointment hung heavy in the air as our hopes for her to come back home were dashed.
Thicker than blood. More precious than oil.
Riverdale's big business is maple syrup.
Since the town's founding, one family has controlled its lucrative syrup trade, the Blossoms. They were a part of the fabric of our daily lives... Rich or poor, old or young, we consumed Blossom syrup by the bucket. That sickly, sweet smell was inescapable.
The death of Jason Blossom precipitated a crisis. With the heir apparent gone, who would inherit the family business one day?
Certainly not Cheryl.
It was a question that brought the wolves to Riverdale. And now, the Blossoms were circling the wagons against possible attack, from within their own ranks. And unknowingly Archie and I would be at the center of it.
"Polly won't even respond to me anymore," I lamented to Jughead one morning in my room. "I don't understand what I've done."
"Nothing. We'll figure it out," Jughead reassured me, his steady presence a comfort amidst the chaos.
"I have that Tree tapping ceremony at the Blossoms' soon. Maybe I can talk to her there,"I sighed, feeling the weight of familial rifts I didn't cause nor understand. The tension was palpable, exacerbated by uncertainty over my invitation to the gala itself, a symbolic gesture in the town's hierarchy.
Jughead nodded thoughtfully, then leaned in to kiss me gently. Before our moment could linger, my mother barged in with typical morning vigor.
"Up and at 'em, breakfast awaits," she declared, a hint of urgency in her voice. She rifled through my dresser, selecting an outfit with the typical finesse of a Riverdale matriarch.
"I'm not hungry," I replied with a strained smile, hoping to delay the impending clash of wills.
"Enough of that, Clarissa. We have a busy week ahead," Mom insisted, her gaze hardening as she spoke. "The Blossoms have always been a thorn in our side, ever since Great-Grandpappy Blossom allegedly did away with Great-Grandpappy Cooper."
