➬ Disclaimer; ➬ I do not own Riverdale or any of the storylines, all credit to Roberto Aguirre- Sacasa. I do however own Kylie Jones.
❝ This is the story of Kylie Bree Jones, The damaged, loner, outsider, from the wrong side of the tracks.
She must...
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" Let's talk about the damn deal" My father says seeming to not really want the answer. My heart is just breaking for him I haven't seen him this defeated since my mom took Jellybean and left us. " First, to review the charges you're facing, arson, destruction of evidence, making a false confession, not to mention this whole nasty mess of throwing a dead kid in the river" the attorney goes through my dads file and my blood starts to boil all the while Jughead won't stop pacing back and forth the small room " He knows what he did" I snap and rest my hand on my dad's back and give him a reassuring smile. He reaches up to hold my hand... he always wants to stay strong for me, I just wish he'd let me fight for him. " What's the deal? What are they offering?" he huffs " You're gonna wanna take it, I'm telling you I've been doing this a long time" he slides the file across the table, Jug walks over to stand by our dad with a look of complete anger he bluntly responds " How many... damn years"
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==================================== I walk into my trailer slamming every thing in sight once I get to the living room I pick up a photo sitting on the wood table next to our beat up old couch, it's a photo of me and my dad I start to sob and throw the picture across the room shattering it in the process. As I slide down the cold hard wall I feel my whole life falling apart, I grab my phone from my back pocket and dial the only number I can think of. After two rings he picks up. " Hey Little Jones hope your not missing me too much" I can feel Joaquin smirking on the other side of the phone I let out a cry " My Dad is facing 20 fucking years..." " oh my god Ky, are you okay??" " am I okay? Of course I'm not okay. How could I possibly be okay, I can't lose him Joaquin I can't I don't want to" I sob harder " Kylie I don't know what to say except come to San Junipero "I sigh into the phone trying to calm my breathing " Joaquin... You and I both know I can't"
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