《Mierda!》
I stepped back from the oven and ran to the sink to put my finger under the water.
Almost no one was aware of my passion for cooking, which I used as a stress valve.
When the head was full of thoughts that I didn't have the strength to face, I tried to concentrate on my actions. Cakes, homemade pasta, anything that needed fatigue and constant work.
In doing so, however, I burned a finger with the pan of chocolate chip cookies I was removing from the oven.
Oh damn the cookies!
I dried myself quickly with the apron and grabbed oven gloves to save my sweets from the impending burn.
They were still good luckily.
I had decided to take them to Toni and Cheryl for dinner tonight as a present for the owners of the house.
Kevin's phone call from the previous evening, however, had upset me so much that I could hardly concentrate on the smallest thing.
A bucket of icy water fell on my head.
I can not describe better the sensation I felt.
《Who Kevin?!》
《You know who. I know everything Veronica.》
《What?》
《I know everything about your family, about your job, about Nick. The person who broke into your house left a message, but we'll talk about it face to face.》
I wanted to faint.
Fall asleep and wake up with the certainty that it was all a nightmare.
But there were people who depended on me.
My mother.
My friends.
Toby.
My beautiful and defenseless child needed all my strength.
I felt the ice mask of the business woman resume her place. The same one that had kept me going in New York.
I had to be objective and leave aside sentimentality.
《Don't take a direct flight.》
I heard him snort from the other end of the phone.
《You forgot that my father was in the police. I know some things.
I'll take a plane and two buses. Then the taxi to Riverdale.》
《I'll wait for you.》
《Go home and wait for me there.》
《Sure.》
He closed the call immediately.
My apartment. My home.
Mine and Nick's.
We had worked so hard to build it.
All the things I loved, all my life of the last eight years were among those walls.
The photos of Toby, the wedding album, the first sketches of my clothes.
Everything that was Veronica St. Clair was there.
The thought of my family at the Pembrooke shook me from the sadness and frustration of the news.
I couldn't leave them alone.
I went back to the living room and mumbled that Hudson had felt bad and so I had to go home right away.
I tried to look as convincing as possible, but the rush was too much and I vanished without waiting for an answer.
I had just fastened the seat belt that two hands grabbed the top of the door.
《Hey hey hey!》
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Thunderstorm - ENGLISH VERSION || Riverdale Fanfiction
FanfictionIt's been eight years since Veronica Lodge left Riverdale, disappearing into thin air. No explanation, no goodbye. Quickly gone as she had arrived. Her return, sudden and full of surprises, upsets the lives of the inhabitants of the town once again...
