Braking Hard (Riverdale-Jughead Jones)

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As I stood outside the large threatening building, Jughead squeezed my hand tightly and sent me a reassuring smile.

I scratched my dressing slightly underneath the brand new high waisted shorts and purple crop top Cheryl had bought me, and sighed as we began walking towards the prison.

As we reached the room where I would meet my mom after 3 and a half years, I froze, my hands trembling. Jughead slowly leant down and pecked my cheek.

"You'll be fine Al. You can do this ok?" He comforted. I nodded and we turned the corner. As we did I spotted a familiar head of messy blonde hair facing away, her body slumped down tiredly as if she knew there was no point in being here.

I began to lead Jughead in her direction, my eyes wanting to see her green orbs and her pretty dimples, despite being angry at her.

As we rounded the corner to stand in front of her I sighed as she kept staring at the floor.

"Mom?" My voice cracked as I said the word and I found myself silently chastising myself. The woman looked up in shock and she stood as she noticed me, a look of adoration written all over her face.

I looked away from her gaze and sat down opposite her, waiting for her to do the same.

"Look, Alice-"

"You don't get to call me that. Not anymore." I spat, Jughead sitting next to me.

"I'm sorry. Alison. I need to- who's this?"

"This is my boyfriend mom. Jughead Jones." I said blandly, staring at the floor.

"FP's boy? Well you must treat her right, he wouldn't stop going on about you when he was in!" She chuckled and leant across the table more.

"Mom, please. Just tell me whatever you needed to say and then I'm gone." I told her, Jughead's hand the only thing keeping me from running out in tears.

"Alison I know you think that, that I'm some sort of monster but-"

"You killed dad! What the hell am I supposed to think, mom!" I snapped, lifting my gaze to meet hers.

It was a mistake.

Her eyes were filled with sorrow and regret. Disappointment even.

"I just needed to let you know that they're reopening the case. New evidence has come to light that I was run off the road, so I might be released." She finished, her eyes pulling away from my own.

"And I care because?" My eyes drifted to the far corner of the room, and they instantly looked away again. I squeezed Jughead hand as tight as I could and when he looked at me in concern, I nodded over to where I could see Jared King talking to a woman, most likely his and Garrett's mom.

"Alison I'm sorry. I never meant for this to happen, and I swear, someone really did run me off. I would never hurt your dad, or anyone else for that matter." Her eyes drifted down to my stomach and widened in shock. "Oh my god Alison what happened?"

"I got attacked. I'm fine." I spat, my eyes drifting towards Jughead's.

"Did they catch them?" My mom asked in concern.

"Why do you care?" Jughead put a hand on my shoulder and I took a deep breath to let him explain.

"The Black Hood, Mrs McFarlane. He stabbed her." He explained slowly, rubbing his hand on my back..

"I thought he only attacked sinners? Oh my goodness Alison, what did you do?" She turned to me.

"I had an abortion. So the Black Hood stabbed me where I could never have children again." As I spoke I was emotionless. Not really caring about my mother's feelings.

"An abortion? Is that all? Alison I thought you'd killed someone or something like that!" She chuckled and I looked at her questioningly.

"I had an abortion because I was raped." My mom went silent and I looked away.

"Did they catch him?" She asked quietly. I looked up to see anger flaring in her eyes and I shrugged.

"Yeah. He's here."

"Name." My mom demanded. "Is he in this room?" Despite not meaning to, my eyes drifted over to where Jared was saying goodbye to his mom, and being led back to his cell. My mom's gaze followed my own and I could see how mad she looked.

"Go home Alison." She snapped, turning back to face me. She softened slightly, and spoke again before standing and asking the guard to take her. "Please. I know you don't want to, but please come and see me again."

As she left, Jughead hugged me tightly, and we left together.

The next day the title in the newspaper shocked me.

Woman in Riverdale Prison attacks fellow inmate after finding out he sexually assaulted her daughter

I sighed and pushed the paper aside, hoping to avoid the drama for one day.

"Guess I can talk to Jug about it." I muttered to myself.