Like A Rolling Stone.| FP JONES ²

IV. Don't Stop Me Now.

Ruby's P.O.V.

Coming back here was definitely a mistake. In two days, I've already fucked up so royally. I think I might have caught an STD or something... I shouldn't have just fucked anyone at that stupid club, but I figured I'd be safe seeing as this was such a small town.

Yeah, and that's how crabs get passed along quickly!

Fuck, I guess I have to get myself to the after-hours clinic tonight. I hope nobody figures it out, and I really hope I didn't give it to FP. All I needed now was for him to be furious with me once more.

I couldn't help but revisit the events of two nights ago, when I first got to town, and how I made FP Jones my bitch that night. He ripped out my heart, and now I was going to show him exactly how I had felt when I ran away to Germany.

My sister had taken good care of me when I got home, and I really hoped to be able to return the kind favor, but I knew that I could never really do much to pay anything back to her. She's had my back since we were kids, but things have changed and my sister is much more sullen and bitter these days.

I guess you could say the same happened to me, considering I don't really care what people think about me or say about me. I don't even care too much about what I do. I know that it's breaking some people inside, but I really could not give two shits.

The thing was, I tried so hard in life. When I was a kid, my parents were always so sure that I was set up for failure, considering my dad was the co-leader of a gang and my mother was so young when she had me. She was also so obsessed with fashion and make-up, and she often forgot me places when she went to the salon to get her hair done.

This all translated and manifested in a huge rage and some abandonment issues that came through during my teenage years. I evidently had some 'daddy issues' as well seeing as I hardly spent time with my dad growing up. That faithful day when I was thirteen changed everything for us as a family.

Dad stayed in Riverdale, Dani and I were forced to move with Mom in California, where she proceeded to neglect us even more than ever and become a high-functioning alcoholic. My mother was spiteful and had never wanted children to begin with. That had been a fantasy she had made up for herself when she thought she was stuck in Riverdale with my father, but when she realized she could have better than him, she dropped him like a sack of potatoes.

This led to me to always believe that love was a lie, and that whatever fantasies I had made up for myself to cope with real life were worthless as well. Nothing would ever be real for me, and I would always need the help of substances to be able to have a good time. My parents pretty much pushed me into the future they didn't want for me.

A high school dropout with a GED diploma, someone's who's been imprisoned in Germany, a runaway, a drug addict, a stripper, a whore...

The list goes on, and still it never makes me wake up and face the harsh reality of my life. That I've dug this grave for myself, and that it's all up to me to claw my way through the lies and deceit that I've allowed myself to make normal. Maybe I should have just gone to high school with Dani, and maybe I should have just fallen in love with someone my age...like Jake.

Yet, it was too late. It's always too late in this family, and whenever we fight, it's too late to apologize. I was just another fuck up in the line of Devereaux's. I wished for a lighter, peaceful future but I knew that it would never happen. Maybe I could just be happy with being a little housewife to FP if he ever divorces Gladys.

Even that was mostly unattainable since FP was so clearly still in love with his wife, and he, too, still clung onto a wild hope that his family would be back together one day. Alas, like my father before him, it would never happen. He would just have to make the best of what he had with his relationship with Jughead and his trailer.

All this emotional thinking made me want to go get a drink. I pulled out some Molly from my book bag, and I got dressed in a haste. In a tight, white dress and matching go-go boots, I decided I had dressed sufficiently for my night out. A small dash of make-up, and I made my way out the door, grabbing my jacket last minute.

It took me about seven minutes to get to the Whyte Wyrm, and once I got there, all eyes were on me. FP seemed nowhere to be found, but all the other Serpents seemed very weary of me. Suddenly, I felt like I had just walked into the snake den, and they were all prepared to bite me...

'What are you doing here?' his voice was as cold as ice, and he sounded almost too much like his father in this moment.

'I was looking for you father, Jughead.' I smirked at him, and he shook his head at me.

'Don't you understand anything, Ruby? No one wants you around here anymore!' Jughead was furious, but someone stopped our short argument before it could get any further.

'Jughead, you just shut up because you have no idea what you're talking about!' This was FP, and he was making his way towards us.