𝔸𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕕𝕖 | 𝐉𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 [Riverdale] ¹

[CHAPTER FOURTEEN]

././ 𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓗𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 /./.

It was the ultimate cliff-hanger. Clifford Blossom had killed himself. But why? Life's not an Agatha Christie novel. It's a lot messier. Turn out, maple syrup was a front for his true business, transporting heroin from Montreal on his trucks.

A narrative quickly emerged, 'that Jason Blossom had learned about dear old dad's drug running, and threatened to expose the truth, which led to Jason's abduction at the hands of a Southside Serpent named Mustang.' And then to Jason's murder at the hands of his father. 'Clifford killed Mustang to cover his tracks, making it look like he overdosed, and tried to replicate a rival businessman, Hiram Lodge, as having masterminded the whole thing.'

And, oh, yeah, I almost forgot. Mr. Blossom threatened my, and my loves, life so that my dad would confess to pulling the trigger, even though all he did was clean up the mess. He would've gotten away with it, too, if it wasn't for a group of pesky kids who uncovered the truth.

Jason's murder had revealed some dark truths none of us were too eager to face. Especially mayor McCoy, who wanted every last vestige of corruption crushed like a snake under a boot heel.

I stood in a pitch-black dress, watching as they lowered my father's coffin in the ground. In Blossom style, he was buried on the grounds of the manor. That way, he would never leave his roots.

The same roots he tried to end.

Jughead had promised to come, but I told him to visit his dad. I knew he had al lot on his plate, and the last thing he needed was to go to my dad's funeral. Especially since he is the one who is the cause of most of Juggie's problems.

The ceremony was incredibly short as it consisted of just Mrs. Blossom, Cheryl, and I. Nana Rose refused to come and so did the rest of the family.

"It was to have been the grandest funeral in Riverdale history. Instead, he was buried like a pauper," Mrs. Blossom wrinkled her nose as she spat hateful words about the family. Cheryl simply shed small tears, foo her father. I couldn't bring myself to do the same, as I chose to cry for the man he could have been. Not the man he was.

"Why are you crying? You both hated him."

"Don't say that, mommy," sobbed Cheryl, moving to pull me in a hug as I hug her back.

I didn't always hate my dad. In fact, I would say that before all this happened, I wouldn't even say I disliked him. I thought my father was a very successful man who was too busy to care for his daughter but still loved her deeply. I am just beginning to see my perfect idea of my dad was all a facade.

So no, I didn't hate him. I loved him.

"We've been cursed. Ever since the original murder when brother killed brother. Who will the Grim Reaper take next? You? Me?" Mrs. Blossom venomously said, looking towards Cheryl and I. Cheryl moved away, grabbing my arm as she stumbled back.