The Damaged -RIVERDALE-DISCONTINUED

SIX

By the time Jason Blossom woke up the next morning, I was gone. I had woken up and left by seven thirty, hours before anyone in the manor had awoken.

"Where've you been, Manic," my father asked as I came through the front doors. I sighed, gritting my teeth. I hadn't expected him being up yet, or at even at home.
"No where," I muttered. Quickly walking into mine and Jellybean's room before he could stop me, I slammed the door shut. I flopped down on the old twin mattress, burying my face into the pillow and screaming.
"Fuck," I mumbled. Why did I run to Jason last night? Why did I have to be so stupid. God, I should have thought it through. Nothing good would come from this.
Now I owed him, too.
My phone dinged and I grimaced. The only people who had my phone number were my father, Jughead, Joaquin, a few choice members of the serpents, and Jason. Since my father was home, Jughead was mad at me, Joaquin's phone was broken currently, and the probability of a serpent texting me was slim to non, Jason was the only person left.
I lifted my head up, blowing away a piece of hair that had fallen out of my ponytail, and grabbed my phone. Rolling my eyes, I saw that my guess was correct. Jason had been the one to text me. I opened my phone and hesitantly opened his message.
Golden Boy
What happened last night.
Manic
Nothing.
Forget it ever happened, Blossom.
Golden Boy
No. I won't just forget.
Why did you come to me, why not your brother or some other serpent.
Manic
My brother currently hates me, and if I went to a serpent they would have called my dad the second I got there.
Golden Boy
Why does your brother hate you?
I grit my teeth at his question, now pissed.
Manic
Fuck off, Jason. It's none of your business.
And with that I turned my phone off, ready to find Joaquin and forget everything for a while. But life didn't have that in my plan I'm guessing, since as soon as I got up and went to my clothes my phone started ringing.
I ignored it at first, finding an outfit as it continued to ring before finally ending. But it kept ringing, no matter how many times I tried to ignore it.
I tied my shoes, now dressed for the day, before answering my phone.
"What!" I snapped, pissed off.
"I called you like, ten times. What took you so long to answer, babe," Jason's now annoying voice rang. I rolled my eyes to my self.
"I was too busy trying to ignore you,"
"Funny," he said dryly. I laughed sarcastically.
"What the hell do you want Jason?"
"What I want is for you to tell me why your brother hates you."
"Not gonna happen. I already told you that, that's none of your business."
"Well. It kind of is, since I am your boyfriend now," he said smugly.
"We're only 'dating' so my father will help you, nothing about us is real," I hissed, wanting him to stop.
"That's what I thought. But you came to me last night, not your brother or another snake. That has to mean something."
"Yeah, I came to you because I knew I could use you and you wouldn't be able to do anything about it, okay?" I snapped. I could hear him laugh over the line sarcastically.
"Well, honey, unless this is your big 'you-owe-me' then I can do something about it."
"Oh my god, will you give up already!" I yelled. Jason was seriously getting on my nerves. Yes, I went to him when I probably shouldn't have, but that doesn't mean he gets to start questioning me about shit that has nothing to do with him.
"Madelyn whatever your middle name is Jones, I'm asking because it's obvious something is wrong. It doesn't matter if we're friends, dating, or whatever the hell we are, I wouldn't ask if I didn't think it was something important," Jason said, his voice softer than before. I groaned, flopping down on my bed.
"Fine, I'll spill all my secrets to you,"
"Really?" Jason asked, clearly happy that if cracked.
"No." Jason's groan of annoyance was cut off as I hung up on him.

I ignored my father calling my name as I slammed the door to the trailer shut. It wasn't even twelve and he was already drunk, ready to ruin his life some more. He'd already paved his path the second he joined the serpents, but he set that path in stone when he become their leader. And now, my path was set in stone as well.
He had not only become a gang leader, but also a drunk. Now that Fred Andrews had given up on him completely, firing him from his job, and Mom and Jellybean took off, he had nothing left to turn to expect the bittersweet numbness of cold, hard liquor.
He had cut himself out of Jughead's life completely, and almost out of mine as well. It was his fault Jughead set out on his own, now sleeping at the drive-in theater he worked at. It was his fault that my life had almost completely unraveled.
Going to Jason's last night was a mistake. That mistake was made because my father couldn't keep his drunk self from inviting his drunk friends over, to get even more drunk.
But that mistake would have happened eventually, if I'm being honest, because not even a week later I would find myself standing on Jason Blossom's doorstep, calling him to come let me in, again.
Unlike last time however, it would be no mistake. For if I had stayed at home that night, everything would have changed.
And so, for the rest of that day, that day before my life would fall into even more pieces, I sat by Sweetwater River wondering what my life would be like if I left. Wondering what it would be like if I left Riverdale for good.