Sometimes you need more time to make things right./02

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Riverdale was not a big town but even there were corners and places, lonely streets that looked scary in the deepest foggy night. At least that's how Betty felt when she silently appeared at the meeting point she agreed to meet with FP. He was already waiting for her.

„Again, excuse Mr. Jones."

„No big deal, Betty. Did nobody follow you? "

„Not that I noticed. I have made several detours extra. "

„If your mother knew what hour I was meeting you into the dark streets in the middle of the night I would be screwed for the rest of my life." FP smiled.

„Technically Mr. Jones, that's not your fault."

„Ok Betty, what is it? What did you mean, your mother is in danger? Is she okay?"

„I don't know where to start. So much has happened in the last few weeks. The events have become to much already." She looked at him intently, it seemed as if she was weighing exactly what she wanted to say.
„Mr. Jones, what do you know about the farm and who Edgar Evernever is? "

"Not much. He is the man who runs the farm. He helped your mother overcome her trauma and he is the father of your classmate Evelyn. "

„That's really not much." Again Betty looked at him seriously.

„You can trust me, Betty. I want to help you and also Alice. " He assured her.

„Mr. Jones, the farm is a cult that has now infiltrated Riverdale like an incurable disease. Every day the cult gets more and more followers. The farm is looking for people who are at their lowest point of life and who have nothing left to lose. Practically are helpless. And then the farm take them the rest, their family, friends and belongings. My mother has given my college fond to the cult, all her financial reserves, even the money for the house you bought ... "

„That was Gladys!" FP corrected with a raised forefinger.

„That is not important. The money for the house has been given to the farm too and also the farm has almost cost my mother's life. "

"What exactly do you mean?" He frowned his forehead worried.

„The farm performs a kind of baptism as a symbol of acceptance/official welcome into the cult. During this ritual my mother was almost drowned in a water-filled tub by the hands of my own sister Polly. I came just in time and was able to pull her lifeless body out of the tub and bring her back with resuscitation measures. "

The shock was clearly shown on FPs face.
„The near-death experience should have opened her eyes."

„That's what I thought too but the farm convinced her in advance, if she can escape death, she will be reborn and ready to devote herself to a new life, far from everything she knew so far."

„She didn't tell me about it. What makes her so blind? "

„Charles!"

„Charles? Our ..."

„I know about your relationship back in time. We can talk openly. It's about you son, yes, my brother. "

„But he is dead."

„The farm must have drugged my mother sometimes, I just don't know exactly how, because she was fooled into believing she would see Charles. The hallucination must be so real and poignant that she felt he was alive and with her for good. As if nothing had ever happened. Do you understand? The farm pretends she can talk to her actual dead son who now is somehow alive whenever she wants, as long as she stays with the farm. "

„I wish you had initiated me earlier. How didn't I see that? She was so normal when we were together ... " He bit his lip fully aware that he had already said too much but then remembered the evening when his and Alice's paths separated and the revelation about their affair over the summer became a minor matter. „Oh my god." FPs face got pale. He stroked his hair nervous in desperation again and again.

„Mr. Jones?"

„I'm the one responsible diving her deeper into the cult, Betty." he whined guiltily.
„Why couldn't I be silent and shout my mouth at the right time?"

He saw Alice in front of him.
Big tears rolled down her cheeks.
„Do you love her FP?"
„She is the mother of my children."

„I'm such an idiot. I hurt her deeply. I wasn't thinking about Charles, not about her. " FP shook his head desperately, his voice shaky and broken as he continued to speak.
„And then she had the courage to ask me if I lovedher. If only I had told her honestly what I felt. Maybe everything would be different now. The thing your mother and I have is so much more. I'm sich a coward. We have to get her out of there, Betty! "

„I convinced her that Edgar was fooling her with the hallucinations of Charles. She was about to turn her back on the farm but then Edgar happened and ruined my plan. He knows about the shady drug dealer guy who's been killed, about the evidence we've destroyed and about the buried corpse. "

„How does he know?"

„Don't ask." Betty rolled her eyes in perfect Alice manner.
„He is blackmailing her now. Actually all of us. My mother is now forced to subordinate herself to the life of the farm otherwise Edgar threatens us to tell everyone about the destiny of the shady guy."

„I'm the sheriff." FP shrugged.

„That won't be enough. You are involved. It's not that easy. Some time ago I met a woman who escaped the farm. This woman still fears for her life after more than five years, feels threatened and persecuted. The only way to restore peace to my mother's life and our town is to fight the cult and drive Edgar put of town."

„Let's get to work."

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