Thunderstorm - ENGLISH VERSION || Riverdale Fanfiction

Chapter 7

Broken glass creaked under the soles of my heels.

Destruction was everywhere around me.
Ornaments, books, the mirror of the entrance.

I went into the living room and almost cried. It was all in pieces.
The heavy silence that hung in the air between me and my friends was suffocating.

They probably expected a reaction from me but I didn't want to collapse again.

I was tired of falling and getting up, I wanted to stop losing my balance.

I pushed my deepest feelings into a corner and focused on the positive aspects.

They did not seem to have taken anything away. It had been a gesture of challenge, to instil fear but to seek a reaction at the same time.

I turned to my old companions and found them standing on the threshold of the living room.

《Welcome to my house.》

I tried to joke a little and Archie gave me a reassuring smile.
I knew what he was thinking.

"This is nothing, it's just a bit of mess. We can deal with it."

And I knew he was right.

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《V where do I put this?》

An hour later we were all busy cleaning the apartment. I would have hired someone, but I didn't want other people to put their hands between my personal belongings.

I had the boys leave the suitcases in the guest rooms, which had remained intact. They were not a crucial part of the house, so the people we had had thrown everything upside down had not considered them important.

Everyone was assigned to a room.

Jughead was in the kitchen cleaning up a mess of broken plates and glasses and saving the salvable, Archie had just finished putting the entry in place and now was helping Betty with the living room while I was in the study.

I came out of Nick's old office and, when I saw what the blonde was holding, I put the broom down.

I approached and took the frame.
The glass was cracked but the picture was still visible.

I was covered in sweat in a blue hospital gown, smiling through the tears, eyes closed for the emotions too strong to contain.
Nick was bent over me to kiss me on the forehead and held a hand on mine, holding a red baby wrapped in a white blanket.

《Our first family photo...》

The boys had approached us women to observe what had distracted us.

Jug put an arm around my shoulders.

《You looked so young, V...》

《I was. I had just turned twentyone.》

Betty wiped a tear trying not to get noticed.

《B... are you touched?》

She laughed.

《It's the birth of my nephew. Leave it!》

I sighed and walked away from the dark-haired guy, who had untied his grip.

《Keep all the photos aside, but throw out the broken frames. I will replace them later.》

Hours later, we sat exhausted on the couch.
The attic had a civil appearance now.
A little empty for all the things we had thrown away but it looked like my house again.

Betty had gathered all the pictures on the table in front of the fireplace and ran them thoughtfully.

《What is it Cooper?》