Trapped in Silk

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Jughead made his way up to the door, pushing his hands further into his pockets to ward of the last cold air of the walk. His fingers emerged, struggling to fit the key into the cold metallic lock. The rickety door of the trailer swung open sending empty glass bottles rolling across the floor; his whole body went stiff.

He was hit by a wall of dread, was it to late for him to turn around? "You gonna let all the cold air in boy?" FP barked, although Jughead observed that it wasn't much warmer inside. He stepped through the doorway, hesitantly pushing it closed behind him. His eyes met with his father's, bloodshot and bleary, his unkempt hair pushed to the left, his clothes crumpled and stained, and stubble adorned his gaunt features. 

A heavy silence filled the room. Jughead's hands fumbled with the zip of his jacket, his only wish to make to his room unnoticed. He lifted his eyes from the floor to the sunken ones of his father before offering a small timid smile and holding his breath as he began to walk towards the back of the trailer. Fp's body stood tall, face hardening, "And where were you last night? he growled with as much restraint as he could muster. Jughead swallowed nervously.

"Sorry", he murmured under his breath, eyes trained to the floor.

"Thats not an answer now is it son", his volume increased.

"I, um, well I was just with Archie".

"Dis I say you could go, huh? Show me some god damned respect", FP cursed as he stumbled over to Jughead, grabbing the tabletop to steady himself as he came ever closer, until his breath was brushing against Jughead's face. They were just inches apart. Jughead clenched his fists to stop his hands from shaking. All he could smell was the rancid fumes of alcohol that lay heavily on his father's breath. He watched his father as he seemed lost in his own mind, yet the alcohol provoked anger was still evident on his harsh features. Then, within an instant, he seemed to snap back to the present, sending a bolt of fear through Jughead's body. FP grabbed him by the collar, pushing his back forcefully against the wall and putting a hand out to support himself; Jughead's breath hitched in his thought.

"I just want to be respected", FP whispered through gritted teeth. There was a tense pause, no one seemed to move, both rigid with emotion.

"Yes sir", Jughead spat out harshly, his words dripping with sarcasm. He was tired of this. FP's eyes lit up like flames, his jaw clenched tightly. He made to turn away in disgust but spun around on his heals delivering a powerful blow to the side of Jughead's face, sending him careering into the hard floor. FP stared downwards as if in shock. Jughead kept his eyes fixed on the ground as he heard his father's heavy footsteps leave the trailer. Why couldn't he just be left alone.

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