The Theory Of Chaotic Perfection |BUGHEAD|

Chapter XVI - The Terrible Secret Of The Coopers

"You don't rule this town Hal, I've done everything for you ever since we met. Me. I even pulled the trigger." 

The Blossoms owned Riverdale, their hands were in every bit of business, every rumor, every gossip, and every crime. Of course, when a dynasty is weakened, there is bound to be someone more powerful that comes to power. What over ran the Blossoms was a very unlikely quite suburban family. The Blossoms were taken down by silence, patience, and time. They were taken down by a family that was willing to wait, whose power was in scarps and distance from the spotlight. The father worked underground, secretly plotting to take over, the mother worked in the shadows, doing all the dirty work. And the daughter, well, she didn't know anything about her family. The Coopers were perfect, and that was one of the biggest lies, but a good lie always has a little bit of truth in it. 

Alice Cooper slammed the front door to her house, the house she worked so hard to keep. She put the newspaper down on the table and glanced at it for the fifth time. The article on the front page was about her daughter, Betty, who was missing for 24 hours now. Alice marched downstairs to her husband's room. It was his sanctuary, where he could rest from his family, but secretly it was where all the planning for their taking over of the Blossom's happens. 

"Did you see the front pages this morning?" Alice asked as she walked down the steps. 

Hal was sitting on his arm chair, with a cold beer in his hand, "I didn't go outside today. When are you going to get Betty back, you said you know where she is?" 

"Not this time, I'll let the cops handle this. It's about time they did something for our town. Besides, I'd much rather have then arrest FP than me screaming at him for the hundredth time," Alice picked up a notepad from the table and checked her husband's plans. He was an idiot like always, the page was blank. 

Hal Cooper didn't care anymore, he turned the volume on his TV up and hoped his wife would leave. And she did, but not without giving her husband a glare. Walking back up the stairs she shook her head, Alice knew why she married him, but she couldn't stand him anymore. She went up to the kitchen cupboards and took out a box, far deep behind all the oats and grains. Opening it up, she took out a small hand gun, loading it, to check if it still worked, she frowned. If things keep going the same way, Alice would have to do something she never wanted to repeat, but would for the survival of her family. 

She tried to forget the night when her beloved husband messed up, and she had to clean up his mess, "you don't rule this town, Hal. I've done everything for you ever since we met. Me. I even pulled the trigger." 

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FP stared her down, and Betty felt a bit strange having coffee with Riverdale's biggest criminal. She tried to not look into his eyes, but it was hard to avoid his gaze. FP seemed calm, but she knew that he probably would prefer not having an unwanted guest in his house, especially a Cooper, the most perfect person in Riverdale. 

"Well, dad what are you gonna do today?" Jughead broke the uncomfortable silence. 

FP smiled, "I think I'm gonna go kill some people, rob some banks, perhaps plan a kidnapping or two," he joked, but it gave him pleasure to see a worried expression on Betty's face. 

Jughead rolled his eyes, "he's kidding Betty, dad is not so bad, right?" he turned to his father. 

FP nodded his head, "of course, don't you know that humor eases a tense atmosphere, Betty is it?" 

"Yes, of course," she smiled and looked down. 

Picking up his leather jacket, FP took one last sip out of his cup, "now I'm afraid I have to go to work, don't worry, I'll try not to harm any pedestrians on my way." 

"We get it dad, go!" Jughead looked at Betty and waited for his father to let out a short laugh as he walked out the door. 

Finding courage in her gut, and pacing herself to the troubled beating of her heart, Betty sprinted towards the door after a few seconds. Her foot, however, did not allow her to get much further than a few inches away from her chair. Betty fell straight down onto the floor, she was afraid to look back. 

Jughead squinted his eyes, he wasn't sure if she was in great pain, or afraid of him, but he figured it was the latter. Walking around her slowly, he crossed his arms in front of his chest. Without saying a word, he knelt down and looked at her. Betty scrunched her face and closed her eyes. He was right, he was the problem. Sighing, Jughead picked her up and sat her down on the couch. 

"If you want to leave, the door's right there," Jughead pointed angrily at the door and walked away to his room, slamming the door behind him. 

Betty glanced at the door, it didn't seem locked. She didn't have any shoes on, but she didn't care. Carefully making her way down the couch to the door, she tried the handle. The door instantly opened. Looking back at Jughead's room, Betty debated whether she should stay or not. How could she even be convincing herself to leave? How did she get to this state? She figured that she was just too tired and too in pain to think straight. Walking out of the trailer house as best as she could by not putting too much pressure on her foot, she made her way down the small steps in front of the house. Betty got to the bottom and realized that she couldn't run for it, she would have to walk. Slowly, but surely, she started making her way to freedom. 

The place was filled with trailer houses, one of them had a big German Shepherd, tied to a chain. The second it saw Betty, it started barking. A bit scared and intimidated, Betty kept walking, but the dog leaped from its sleeping spot and ran towards her, Betty stepped back and bumped into someone behind her. Slowly turning around she saw the face of an older man, smirking down at her. 

"You scared old Viper here," he tucked a lose strand of her hair behind her ear. 

Betty moved away from him, and fixed her hair with a stern look on her face. Without saying a word she started walking away, but the man grabbed her hand and pulled her back, "where do you think you're going?"  

"Excuse me?" Betty tried to pull her hand back, but she couldn't. 

The man laughed, "why don't you join me tonight, sweetheart?" 

"I don't think so," she started walking again, but he grabbed her by the waist. Rolling her eyes, Betty pulled her hand away and smacked the man right in the face. Her nails left a scratch mark on his face and he fell down. 

"The hell do you think you're doing?" He screamed at her. 

Betty crossed her hands in front of her chance, "I suggest you leave me alone." 

"I don't want any of this shit today," he scrambled up back to his feet and walked away, pulling the dog back on its chain. 

Betty was proud of herself, she was sure the man wasn't going to give up, but he did. In front of her stood Jughead, leaning on the door frame of his trailer house. He suddenly put his hands together and clapped for her. 

"You didn't want to help?" Betty raised an eyebrow. 

Jughead smirked, "you don't look like you need help. I tell you Betty, you're a hell of a bad ass, considering you have a bruise foot," He popped his head back into the trailer and pulled out his jacket, "come on, I'll take you home." 

Betty shook her head, "you couldn't offer that a few minutes ago!?" 

"Well, I was upset, you treated me like I was someone scary!" Jughead walked up to her. 

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for taking too long to update! I really had to check this chapter many times to fix plot holes and stuff! Gosh it's so hard to actually write a decent mysteryish book! Anyway! I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Don't forget to vote and leave a comment :)