Prologue

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re·bel·lious

ˈbelyəs/adjective showing a desire to resist authority, control, or convention.

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Jayden's P.O.V.

I sprayed the paint all over the abandoned wall in part of the Southside side of town. The abandoned mill was a place I hung out with Fangs, Toni, Sweetpea, and Jughead. My face was cut up from the fights that happened earlier that day.

Ever since I was six years old my life has been a shit show. At six years old I was shipped off to a little town called Riverdale, a town with pep.

Or used to have pep. Now it's just a town full of mystery and murder. Since the murder of Jason Blossom has been closed, people still pinpoint all things that are bad towards the Southside.

Well, honey, let me tell you something. The Southside is just a normal part of town just like the rest of them. It may have its cracks and other things. But it's just a normal town.

I was shipped off to Riverdale to live with my Aunt Melissa and her boyfriend, Ryan Anders, and at twelve years old, everything just went downhill from there, after I found out that my parents were murdered by a so-called gang. Another murder mystery in my eyes. But the police didn't say much, they just told us what my Aunt told me, that they were murdered.

While I was grieving for my parents, of course, I had friends to support me, Veronica, Cheryl, Toni, Sweetpea, Fangs, Jughead, and FP were there for me. But what they tell me, is I've always acted out, got into too many fights, and ran from the cops about a hundred times.

I lost count at this point.

This time, the fight was against my aunt's boyfriend, and you thought he was harmless, well, he's only abusive against me, and I was protecting my cousins, Sara and Zac, there more like siblings to me.

I've told the authorities but of course, they never believe me. FP even let me camp out at his trailer with Sara and Zac a couple of times while my aunt figured something out.

They never do.

Right now, she made arrangements with FP to send Sara and Zac to Toledo, Jughead's mom's house. Just so that the kids would be safe. But is that enough? Probably not.

I continued to spray paint the wall until I heard some police sirens coming from a distance, I took my bike that FP gave me for my 16th birthday to the mill so I didn't have any problems with an escape car.

Through a window nearby, I saw the lights flickering off of some buildings and noticed that it was coming towards me.

"Shit, not again," I said, under my breath.

I threw the spray paint can to the side and grabbed my bike keys.

When I got to the doors, I pulled at them and found out that they were stuck.

"Really?" I said I looked around until I found a window not too high up.

I grabbed a wooden chair and ran towards the window, throwing the chair at the window repeatedly, until the window broke. I could hear the sirens coming closer, getting louder.

"Come on, Come on," I said throwing the chair, once more.

Once the window broke, I slid the chair to the side and took off my jacket to clear out the glass.

It was taking forever, and I needed to get out of there.

"Fuck it," I mutter putting my jacket on and carefully crawling out of the window.

I got to my feet and sprinted to my bike, turned it on quickly put my helmet on, and drove off as fast as I could.

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Originally Posted: June 08, 2018

Edited: December 14, 2023

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