She felt numb.
She couldn't believe what Betty was telling her. Jughead was alive, and the whole family knew expect for her. Everyone lied to her, every single one of them.
She had excused herself from Betty's room, feeling the tears surfacing. She didn't want her daughter to see her like this, she didn't want her to see how this all truly affected her.
She slowly made her way downstairs to the kitchen island, poured herself a drink and just drank. She let a few tears fall at the thought of FP lying to her.
She thought they were past this, she thought there were no more secrets, she thought they were a team. Clearly, she was wrong.
Drowning away her sorrows in a bottle of whiskey was what she decided to do. She wouldn't get drunk though, she wanted to confront FP.
She stared blankly at the wall in front of her, taking small sips of her drink every now and then. She didn't even turn her head when the front door opened.
Fp hung his coat on the coat rack, and was surprised to see the kitchen light still on. He noticed a familiar blonde sitting there, back facing him.
"Al, what are you still doing up? I thought you said you were going to bed right after you interviewed Betty." He asks her, making his way towards her.
"How could you?" She whispers, shaking her head.
"What?"
"How could you, FP?" She turns her head to look at him, and that's when he sees the tears streaming down her face.
It broke his heart. It took him a minute to realize what was going on, and that she most definitely knew about Jughead. He sighed, knowing this was going to be a messy fight.
"Alice, I-I'm sorry."
She scoffs, throwing her head back to take the last drink of her whiskey and setting the glass back down harshly on the table.
"You lied to me. You all lied to me." She hissed, wiping a stray tear.
"Al, I wanted to tell you!" He pleads, but she just rolls her eyes.
"Yeah, well you didn't." She gets up off of her seat, needing to move around.
He knew he messed up, and he knew how much he hurt her. But she did this to him too, anger suddenly took over him for some odd reason.
"Yeah, well Alice you did the same exact thing to me when you went undercover at the farm as an FBI informant." He spat out.
Her mouth gapes open and she lets out a breathy laugh. "Oh, so this-this was all some sort of sick plan to get back at me, is that it?"
He runs a hand through his hair. "No, it wasn't, Alice." She bites her lip to stifle her tears.
"You know my situation was completely different. I was under oath not to tell anyone about being an FBI informant. I also never faked a death and made you grieve it alone." She sniffled, raising her voice slightly.
"What about Charles, Huh?"
"I never faked his death, I thought he was dead." She spat out.
He sighed, leaning down on the counter to place his head in his hands. She watched him carefully as more tears surfaced.
"I'm just really surprised that we're back where we started." She laughed.
His head snaps up to look at her. "What do you mean?"
"Back to keeping secrets, back to not being a team."
"Alice-"
"No it's fine, it's fine." She cuts him off with a pained expression. "It's just really clear to me now, that you don't have as much faith, trust and love in me than I do you." She chokes out.
