Aberration ≫ Jarchie

T H I R T E E N

Seven Years Old ❣︎ June

It was around this time of year, where Jughead's home life started to fall apart.

The raven haired boy always knew his dad had friends that weren't very liked by people in the area.

They were never allowed to come over, and Mr. Jones was fine with that at first, but for the past few months he's been irked by the rule him and his wife put into place.

So Mr. Jones just went out and met them at their place instead.

And when he came back, his son would always scrunch his nose up and say, "daddy you smell weird."

It was alcohol.

Soon enough, his visits to his friends became more and more frequent, more and more longer, and more and more intoxicating.

It caused arguments.

"You're wasting your life away, is this really what you want to do?" Mrs. Jones would yell.

These arguments only caused him to do the wrong thing more.

Soon, Mr. Jones didn't bother to come home some nights.

It was partly due to the levels of intoxication he would constantly reach, but mostly because he couldn't face his family as much anymore. He just couldn't look them in the eye, He felt like a failure.

He lost his job, he can barely take care of Jellybean, and he doesn't think he's capable of really doing anything anymore.

Except drink.

It was today that Mr. Jones let Jughead down.

For the first time at least.

The raven haired boy was so excited today, because his dad promised him that they would walk to the old trailer park like old times. Jughead loved to hear his dad ramble, because he told great stories. He wasn't sure if they were true or not, but something about how his scruffy voice painted the picture vividly in his mind, made it seem real enough. he loved the way the words bounced around in his head.

However, Mr. Jones didn't show.

Jughead waited two hours by the window of his house, and he was greeted by the browning grass due to the June heat. He was also greeted by a sharp pain in his heart, because he didn't want to believe that his dad forgot about him.

He wouldn't.

So he waits another hour, and soon enough, Mr. Jones is seen walking leisurely up to the house with a suitcase in his hand.

A red suitcase.

Jughead furrows his eyebrows before opening the door and running out to greet him with a smile.

"What's the suitcase for daddy?" The raven haired boy asks innocently.

His dad just grunts in response before gently moving him out of the way, and heading into the house.