Aftermath Of The Hooded Discovery

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Aftermath Of The Hooded Discovery

Life became different and strange after Alice found out her husband of twenty years was the cold blooded, manic sinner killer, The Black Hood. She never loved him. Her love was always for one person. She didn't know how she could tell him she was just in love with him after all those years of being apart. Fp Jones was her first love. She loved him with all her heart. And still loves him.

After the reporters swarmed her house. It caused her to go crazy. She was yelling. Even offering to let them in. What was going on with her?, she thought to herself as she downed another glass of wine. She started pounding down wine bottles like no tomorrow. She had no control. It was like the forces were making her do this to herself.

A week goes by and she finds herself in the hospital. She looks around the room. Her eyes were met with Betty, Fred, Archie and Jughead. But no Fp Jones. She wants to cry. Why did she do this to herself? She knew Hal was crazy. But this was unspeakable. She started to tear up as she sat up in her bed. Her stomach had to be pumped the doctors explained to her. They said the amount of Wine she consumed was enough to stop her heart.

"Mom, why?" That was all Betty could get out before she choked up and started sobbing uncontrollably. Her heart shattered when she saw the tears coating her daughter's cheeks. Fred who was on the left of Archie. He stepped forward and looked at the others. The look told them the old friends need to speak.

After the door was closed, Alice could see Fred trying to hold back his tears. She had no idea why she had done this. Would she ever recover? Fred was her best friend. And only friend when she dropped the southside Serpents. Her daughter had gotten very close to his son. Being a mother really pushed the friend part of her down. Hal took everything in her power to keep her grounded. She hated herself for years. She was never happy. Fred stood on the left side of the bed, holding back his tears. He didn't want to lose another friend to alcoholism. He saw how much it ruined Fp's life. Their friendship was barely holding itself together. When he finally gets the courage to open his mouth, tears follow close behind.

"Why Alice? Don't you know what's it like for Fp? His life was ruined. I get you were grieving. But Alice. Alls." He stopped when he said her old nickname. He hadn't said in years. It didn't feel wrong. She was his best friend for 2 decades. He met Fp after he started high school. He and Alice knew each other since they were Betty and Archie's age.

She smiled at the old nickname. He hadn't called her that in years. It had been so long. "I don't know Freddie. I just felt so guilty for what Hal did. And visiting him didn't help. And with Betty being in with the Serpents. It's been hard. I haven't talked to Fp since I told him about Charles." Her voice went died after she mentioned her now dead son.

Fred knew about her and Fp's son. He was sworn to secrecy by her back when she found out Pregnant back in their senior year. He also knew the raw line with Fp. He was drinking again. He tried to help him a week back. But Fp slammed the door in his face. Jughead ended up moving back in with him. He didn't want to tell Alice that he was drinking again. He knew it would destroy her.

"Alls, why don't we just get you home." When he saw her head shake quickly at the suggestion. He withdrew that idea. "Or you can stay at my house. Like everybody else." He mumbled the last part so she wouldn't hear.

Once they arrived at his house. She smiled at how clean it was. She removed her coat and placed it on the coat rack. She remembered back when they were In High school he loved his house clean and apparently had never changed since then. "I see you still love a clean house." She joked as she sat down at the dining room table as she took a sip of her coffee he had placed in front of her.

He stopped flipping the pancakes and turned toward her. "Of course, Alls. A house is never clean if you don't clean it yourself." He rolled his eyes and she scoffed.

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