My mom would come home extremely late most days, others she wouldn't come at all. I could see it on her face, it pained her, each time I saw her (which wasn't very often) she seemed to get worse. Late nights when I couldn't sleep I would hear her crying, things were not great. This went on until mid June, she had been completely broken by this group, she could barely force a smile and I could only blame myself. One morning I found her crying in the kitchen surrounded by a pile of beer cans "oh my god mom" I whispered while I kneeled on the ground next to her before I wrapped my arms around her. She sobbed loudly into my shoulder and mumbled a few things like "I'm sorry" and "I can't do this anymore" I knew that I couldn't let them destroy her anymore so I made up my mind. I got up and took the 'south side serpents' leather jacket from her shoulders and walked to the door "I'll take care of things, you stay here" I said quickly before running out, I knew that if she was sober she would never let me do something this stupid.
I ran towards the south side bar, tightly holding onto the leather jacket. I passed a place called Pop's and stopped for a minute, "chock'it?" I asked out loud. The bright neon lights gave it a welcoming and loving atmosphere. I watched the people inside and felt conflicted about going through with this tonight or just sitting down at pop's. The door opened and a boy with a weird looking beanie walked out, I looked at him, he looked at me and cocked an eyebrow. After a few seconds of staring I nodded and continued my sprint to the bar "just a hipster-emo hybrid thing" I whispered to myself.
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South Side // Jughead Jones
Teen FictionA young girl by the name of Rachel Greyson is new to the town of Riverdale. In the midst of her struggles with her mother, being a serpent, and Jason Blossoms murder, she finds herself intrigued by a boy with a peculiar name. Jughead Jones.
