New Beginnings

R.I.P? II

A/N: This chapter ended up being way too long so I had to split it into two. I'll try to update again by Thursday

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"You don't think it's a little inappropriate to throw a party after finding out our grandmother just kicked the bucket?" Betty questioned her older sister with narrowed eyes.

The two were in the kitchen, Polly digging through her mother's liquor cabinet still determined to host her very desired party and Betty trying and failing to feed Tyler, who she had recently encouraged to start eating more organic foods.

"Believe me Betty-" Polly sighed, placing a newly found bottle of vodka onto the kitchen island. "Mom doesn't give a damn about that woman being dead, and neither should we, so no. I don't think it's inappropriate." She finished with an eye roll, turning her focus back to the cabinet.

"Why are you still getting booze out? Mom already said no."

"And Mom's not here!" Polly taunted with a head tilt. "When opportunity comes knocking, you let that bitch in little sis'." She added, stroking Betty's cheek with a grin before turning the corner. "Thanks grandma!" She laughed, metaphorically glaring up at the sky with her hands clasped.

Betty couldn't shake off the insensitivity of her sister, nor could she shake off her mother's weird reaction when she told her it was okay to cry. Something was definitely up.

"And since when do you listen to anything Mom says?" Polly rhetorically asked with a stern hand on her hip. "She always told you to tell boys to wrap it up, yet you still got knocked up."

Betty narrowed her eyes ate her sisters crass words. "Don't act so high and mighty, the only reason you never got knocked up is because you bat for the other team."

Polly pursed her lips in thought, folding her arms as her eyes shifted towards the fridge. "True, true." She added, titling her head slightly before finishing her statement. "But trust me, Mom's not gonna care about us throwing a party because of the news of our grandmas death."

"What is it you're not telling me?" Betty asked suspiciously, narrowing her eyes in curiosity.

Polly spun around to face her sister, her short blonde locks falling over her shoulder. "About what?"

Betty rose from the island, her hands still firm on the countertop. "About grandma? You and Mom are acting like you couldn't care less." She practically scolded as she folded her arms. "Was she really that bad?"

The eldest Smith sibling felt her stomach tie into knots, the expression on her face shifting from smug to anxious as she bit into her bottom lip. The little Betty knew about that woman the better, she was too young to remember anyway, but she knew her sister, and she knew she wasn't going to let this go.

"I remember her vaguely, very vaguely." She reveals with a shallow breath as she approached the island. "I think I saw her twice, but trust me that was enough."

Betty's narrowed her eyes in curiosity. "How come?"

"The first time, I think I was maybe three, you were still a baby. I was in my room and heard banging on the front door, and then she was screeching and yelling at Mom, telling her to open up, she was cursing and everything."

"Open up this fucking door!" Karen Smith roared as she pounded her fist against the front door of the apartment, damn near knocking it off.

Alice remained in the hallway, her eyes widening in fear and mildly trembling as she clutched a one year old Betty to her chest.

Betty listened closely while Polly continued, beginning to feel mildly horrified.

"Mom came into my room with, tears in her eyes." Polly sadly recalls. "I don't think I'd ever seen her that scared before."