Unknown Feelings

9: Humpty Dumpty

Chapter 9: Humpty Dumpty

As a writer, Alice had to choose to define between fiction and non-fiction. Fred always kept her on her toes, even when she didn't want to be pushed. He always knew how to keep her going.

That's what she loves back him. So when she had gotten that threatening letter last night, he had been there.

She spent her night tossing and turning from her nightmare that became so real. It wasn't even funny how taunting that letter was. It seemed like Alice's past was catching up to her faster than she could ran away.

In the most recent letter, The Black hood had listed about her secrets not even Fred knew about. She didn't like hiding things from him, but his life had been in jeopardy. His life had been at stake.

She heard a knock at her front door, drowned by lack of sleep, she tried to her best to wake herself up. She reached for the door knob and twisted. Her eyes flow open with genuine shock.

"FP, what are you doing here? Jughead picked up Betty for a lunch date at Pop's about an hour ago." He chuckles.

"I know, I heard from Fred last night about the letter. I got one too." He added the last part with a hint of fear in his voice.

She could tell he was scared. I mean who wouldn't be if that happened to them? She sadly smiled at him, letting him inside. They walked into her kitchen, she turned on the stove to brew herself some tea.

"Anything to drink, FP?" She asks as she grabbed a pot from under the silverware drawer cabinet.

"Coffee would be nice,"He said with sleepy eyes following her around the room as he sat down at their kitchen table. "I didn't sleep at wink last night." He added with an exhausted sigh.

She knew how he felt." I didn't either." She shyly says quietly as she put the pot under the sink and filled it.

The silence fell between them as she put the tea bag into the pot on the stove. She had so much she wanted to ask him. Why did he stop talking to her or being her friend altogether?

—-xx—

That night, He sat in a stool at the Wyrm, fighting the urge for a drink. The days have gotten worse without Alice. He couldn't stop thinking about her no matter how hard he tried to get her out of his mind. He just couldn't.

"FP Jones, what a sight for my eyes." He looks up to be surprised.

"Hermione Lodge... what are you doing here?"

"Gomez. I divorced Hiram. I wanted to say hi to some old friends and well... I know we wouldn't close. But I was wondering how you're doing." Hermione spoke as she pulled out the stool next to him and sat down.

"No, I mean in the Wyrm. I've never seen you in here." He saw the hesitation in her eyes.

She stirs in the stool, swirling the liquid in the amber glass around and around before taking it to her lips. She coughed the liquid burned her throat. FP couldn't help but smile at the sour face she was making.

"I came to because I could use a drink and maybe a hook up. Not drugs. I was meaning like Sex." This time FP chokes on his water.