RIVERDALE
'Beneath it all runs the flood of blood, and it will drown all sinister liars in its way.'
In the solemn town of Riverdale, a greater evil has been brewing for years, and a clueless yet cold-blooded girl with a runaway father i...
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SEVENTEEN i've got just one regret to live through: you.
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"YOUR DAD KILLED JASON BLOSSOM?"
Adalia remembered how she had sighed and placed her head in her hands. In the short time she had spent confessing her darkest secret to Betty — or, her father's darkest secret — she had forgotten how severe the repercussions could be. Would her girlfriend go to the police? Would she now have to tell the rest of their friends? Any road she took would lead to chaos.
"At least, I think he did," she'd clarified, raising her gaze to meet Betty's wild eyes. "Last summer, Ingrid and I heard my dad talking to some random guy about killing a kid. We didn't think it was that serious, so we kept it to ourselves . . . until Jason died. And then I knew he was hiding something from us. I — I confronted him about it, even told my mom, but the only solution they gave me was getting a divorce and having my father leave town."
"Dalia. . ."
It was like a distant memory now. Betty pushed herself off the bed in Jason's winter room and laid her hands on either side of Adalia's face, forcing her to keep eye contact with her. All sorts of emotions were whirling around in her pupils, but the most prominent was the clear amount of fright in Adalia's.
"Please don't tell anyone," she muttered, placing her forehead against Betty's. "I can't . . . my dad can't go to jail, Betty. He can't. It would kill my mom."
Betty inhaled sharply and shut her eyes, lowering her hands to grab Adalia's.
"I promise."
Promises, however, were broken on a daily basis. It seemed that the promise these two made that night would last forever, or at least until one of them were questioned by the police, unlike the ones made between the average couple. Fortunately, they were anything but average, and that was proven by their lack of mentioning this secret for the next month.
A line from the in-the-works novel of Jughead Jones, bless his heart, stuck out to her in these moments:
Everything in our lives is controlled.
October rolled by and as did Jughead's sixteenth birthday. Due to how he had successfully flown under the radar for as long as he could remember, not many of those in their town knew of the significance of that day. First, there was Archie; how could he forget? Then, there was the inevitable Adalia that refused to let him spend his birthday alone. Finally, Betty was told after badgering her girlfriend for a great amount of time, and her plans for Jughead were alarming.
Ever since he was a kid, Jughead hated his birthday, and this loathing became even more prominent when his mother left his father with Jellybean in her arms. On this strangely solemn day, he was seen at his locker with his eyes trained on the picture of Jellybean he kept with him wherever he went; he hadn't gone a day without looking at it.
