The Damaged -RIVERDALE-DISCONTINUED

TWENTY EIGHT

It took Archie Andrews almost ten minutes to convince the stubborn Madelyn Jones into coming inside. The boy practically dragged his somewhat friend in, before scooting into the booth next to Jughead and pulling Manic down next to him. Fred sat in front of Manic while FP sat next to him, although noticeably closer to the end of the booth than the other parent.
Manic had immediately brought the menu to her face, everyone at the table other than the Andrews' knowing that she was only doing it to ignore her family. The redheaded girl knew exactly what she was going to order, and exactly how long it would take for her to get her food, eat, and book her ass out of Pop's Chock'Lit Shoppe.
Seconds after Manic had put up her wall of refuge Pop had ambled over himself to take their orders. Pop took one glance at the occupants of the table and had to hide a grimace, knowing exactly how Manic currently felt about her family.
He took their orders quickly and immediately put it down, keeping an eye on the table of Jones' and Andrews' as he went about his business.
Realizing she could no longer hide behind a menu, Manic reverted to hiding behind her phone. The males around her understood that she wouldn't be talking on her own terms and quickly struck up their own conversation.

"Anyway we spent the whole summer fixing up the old VW bus."
"Yeah," Fred Andrews chuckled along with FP Jones as the reminisced.
"Remember what we called it?"
"The Shaggin' Wagon!" They coursed, wide grins as they shook with laughter. Their two boys listened intently, relaxed into their seats as they learned about their fathers' youths, while Manic still sat bored on her phone. Her plate laid half empty in front of her, and her shake already almost gone, and she continuously nibbled on her fries and burger.
"The Shaggin' Wagon," FP stated again, "this was was before your dad had game," FP said to Archie, "senior year, he started a band, and the girls were all over him."
Manic gaged slightly at hearing this, not even wanting to think of how bad the two parents were back in their day.
Archie noticed and nudged her, stifling a chuckle.
The redhead turned to the boy next to her and made a face.
"What? That's nasty," she whispered, a soft smile overtaking her lips as Archie grinned at her. Manic looked down for a moment before turning back to her food.
The men continued their reminiscing until Pop came with the check, mere moments after Manic finished her food.
Madelyn went to reach for her check, but it was snatched from Pop's hand before she could. She made a noise before reluctantly looking towards FP, who had been the one to snatch her check.
She clenched her jaw, "give me it," Manic hissed, her hand reaching out to rip it from her father but grasping onto nothing as he moved it away from her reach.
"I'm paying for it."
Manic glared at him before angrily getting her stuff and standing up.
"I get that you're trying to not be such a fuck up anymore, but I don't really care. So don't try and fix whatever relationship we have left, because newsflash dad, you can't," Manic growled out before fleeing from the diner, ignoring Archie as he called out for her to come back.

The next day when Madelyn got a call demanding for her to get to the police station because Jughead had been taken in by Sheriff Keller, Manic went.
As much as Manic was still angry with her family, they were still family, and she would do anything for family.
She stormed up to the building, dressed like hell on heels, to find her brother and the rest of his trio of friends, along with both FP and Fred.
"What the hell happened?" She demanded when she got closer, stopping a few feet in front of FP, who stood a few feet in front of the group.
"It's nothing, Madelyn," Jughead said, trying to diffuse the anger simmering in his sister.
He knew that no matter what Manic claimed, she would always protect her own. And Jughead Jones just so happened to fall under that category.
"It's not nothing, Jughead, when your friends find the need to call not only me, but him," she said sharply, annoyed and angered at the same time.
What bullshit had Keller put onto him now?
"It's fine now, Manic. Fred figured it out."
Manic laughed, the rest of the group looking at her like she was crazy, which she probably was.
"Fred? Fred fixed whatever problem it was, not dad?" She asked, but already knew the answer, "wow, let me guess, you were off lost in the bottom of a bottle? Or maybe it was some girl? I mean, that's where you were last time, wasn't it?"
Fp's face paled.
"You shut you're mouth. You don't know a damn thing about what you're saying," he growled out, taking a step closer so that the others couldn't hear.
"Really? So mom didn't leave because you fucked some bitch you found at the bar?"
FP flinched, but took another step towards his daughter.
"You're mother didn't know crap, and neither do you, Madelyn," FP said, noticing the piercing stares he was receiving from Jughead, Archie, Betty, and Fred.
"Then what did happen? What was so bad that caused mom to flee to Ohio with Jellybean? Huh? What was it dad?"
FP Jones looked away from his daughter, not wanting to face the truth.
"It was you, it was me having you join the serpents," FP finally revealed, "she never wanted this life for you, Manic. She blames me for it. She left because I let you join."
Manic stared at her father with her face void of emotion, but she couldn't hide her clenched jaw and tears eyes.
"No," she mumbled weakly, shaking her head. FP couldn't ignore his daughters distress, and went to hug her, to hold her, to do anything to make the pain he caused go away, but Manic jerked away from him and turned to run off.
Jughead and the others watched with hopeful and confused eyes as FP moved in front of his daughter and pulled the now crying teen into his arms.
Manic resisted at first, but eventually succumbed to her pain and melted into the hug.
She wrapped her arms around her father's waist and clung on so tightly that it would have caused most people pain, and dug her head into his shoulder, hoping to hide the endless stream of tears running down her face. But nothing could hide her shaking frame from the eyes of Jughead Jones, Archie and Fred Andrews, and Betty Cooper.
The fours' hearts leaped at the fact that this was the first step of fixing the two Jones' relationship, as FP rocked his eldest daughter back and forth and whispered unknown kindness in her ear until she calmed down.

Hours after Manic had ran from the prying eyes of Riverdale's finest and worst, she found herself in her bedroom at Thornhill Manor, digging up her dirty, old leather jacket that was now just a reminder of who she used to be.
She held it with careful hands as she slowly moved in front of her mirror, and slipped the heavy jacket back onto her shoulders.
Manic stared at her reflection with a glint of something unrecognizable in her eyes.
The redhead played with the leather collar before turning her back towards the mirror and flipping her hair to the side.
She gazed over the logo that sat upon her back, stitched into the leather by careful hands, that read Southside Serpents.
A smirk slowly made way into her lips, as Manic flicked her eyes over herself.
Dressed in blacks and greens and sporting the leather jacket of approval, there was no doubt about the fact that nothing- not even the Blossoms'- could take away the snake in Madelyn Jones.

She's back bitches